Part 16 of CSI:NY fic
I know I said the fic had stalled, but I found another five pages that I forgot I wrote, so I figured there was enough of a gap--posted to completed--so that I could put some up.
Danny and Don were out on a date, as Danny had little homework, and Don had the night off. They'd been to a jazz concert sponsored by Columbia, and were hurrying to get to the restaurant before their reservation. They were about two blocks from the edge of the park, as they were cutting through to avoid a troublesome block, when they heard a muffled scream. Hurrying in that direction, they saw a figure running away from a huddled mass of fabric.
"Stop, NYPD!" Don shouted as he grabbed the runner, while Danny went toward what he realized, as he got closer, was a woman in a long cloth coat with a growing bloody patch on the side.
"Ma'am? Are you alright?" He asked as he checked her pulse. It was really thready, so he called back to Don applying pressure to her side, "Don, she's alive, but barely."
Don had subdued the guy, kneeling on his back while he unlaced a shoe to tie his wrists.
"It's taken care of. Had my radio in my pocket, not sure why, probably some kinda auto-pilot. They're on their way with an ambulance."
By the time the authorities arrived, the area had gained a few onlookers, though they stayed on the sidewalk a few yards away. Therefore, one of the cops had to ask, "Which one of you guys is the officer that called it in?"
"I was with my friend Danny, the guy over talking to the paramedics, at Columbia for a concert and cut through the park to avoid Hellon's corner. We heard the girl screaming, cut across the grass. I knocked down the guy as he was running away."
"Right. Could you go give a full statement to Officer Valdez? I'll go talk to your friend."
By the time they finally could go, they were an hour late for their reservation, so they just went back to the apartment. They had to give their phone number and address as part of their statements, so they knew Don would get some questions the next day. For now, though, they stopped by the deli to get some hot roast beef hoagies, then went home.
Sitting at the table, chairs side by side, plastered to each other to the point that Don ate left-handed and Danny ate right-handed, they shivered at the scene.
"I hope she's OK."
"I hope that our statements don't get thrown out when they realize what we are."
Sighing, Danny agreed, "Are you going to have problems at the precinct?"
"I might, but to a certain extent, anti-defamation stuff and Dad's position will stop the worst. There'll be some dirty jokes, and maybe a nasty prank or two, but that's it."
"OK. Ready for bed?"
"Yeah, I'll be there in a minute. I'll call Ma, she'll head off Dad's explosion in the morning."
"Hello?"
"Hi, Ma. It's Don. Is Dad around?"
"No, he's ducked out to get milk for tomorrow. Did you want to talk to him?"
"I wanted to make sure he wasn't around, but wasn't at the office. There might be trouble tomorrow. Danny and I witnessed an attempted murder, there's proof we live together, questions will be asked."
"You want me to head off your father's reaction if he hears later tonight."
"That'd be great. Just enough that he's willing to listen before he starts yelling."
"Sure, sweetie. Now go cuddle with Danny. You two have obviously had quite a night."
As soon as Don arrived at the precinct, he heard "Flack, get your ass in here! And close the door behind you."
Complying, Don sat in front of his lieutenant’s desk.
"You working overtime without telling me?"
"No, sir. I was on the way from a concert to dinner with a friend when we happened across the perp fleeing the scene."
"And this Messer...any affiliation with Gregory and Louis?"
"He's Louie's younger brother, he has a deal with the Alternative Parole Board. He's studying Biochem and Forensics at NYU and plans on entering the academy when he's done."
"And the fact that your contact information is the same?"
Don stared at his knuckles, figuring out how to phrase it.
"You're involved with him, aren't you?"
Snapping his head up, Don stared at his superior in panic.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to make a big deal about it. My cousin's head of one of the North Jersey chapters of Bent Cops, and he's a tough one, ex-Ranger."
"Thank you, sir. I...Ma knows, but I haven't told my Dad yet. Not looking forward to telling him that I've been dating one of his least favorite people for over a year."
Grimacing, the lieutenant laughed, "Yikes. Now out, you have work to do. If anything worse than shaving cream in your shoes or condom balloons occurs, let me know."
"Thank you, sir."
It was only about 45 minutes until the end of his shift, so Don was finally doing the paperwork for a dealer he'd collared mid-morning. Luckily, most of the other patrolmen were still out, or changing back to street clothes when Flack Sr burst into the squad room.
"Donald Keenan Flack! You have some explaining to do to me and to your mother!"
"Hi, Dad. Any chance you could stop that? We can go into the interrogation room if you want to yell at me, or you can wait a half-hour until shift’s over."
Don had barely sat down against the table when his father started yelling again.
"What's this I hear about Messer living with you? I saw the report from last night, what were you doing in that area with him?"
"He's been staying with me since the beginning of June. We switch off paying the utilities. The stipend you got him was barely enough to cover tuition, room, and board. His lab fees and books came out of his salary. He actually is putting some money in savings now, and can pay for health insurance, stuff like that. As for why we were there, we were at a concert at Columbia, and were heading back."
"What happened to hanging out with Derek or taking Lita out? You've barely seen them at all in months."
"Lita's a slut. Half the NYPD rookies of the past 3 years have had her. As for Derek, I do see him occasionally; we just don't really have the same taste in music."
"Those rumors about you and Messer are going to start up again..."
Deputy Chief Flack was going red in the face, verging on apoplexy, when one of the other patrol men knocked on the door, proffering a phone handset, "Sir, your wife."
Snatching the phone and slamming the door, he growled out, "What is it, Elena? I'm busy."
Don could hear Ma saying, "Donald, shut up for a moment and listen to Don. You should have waited until after shift to talk to him, anyway. This is not something to yell about in public. Now stop antagonizing him, or you'll be couch-bound for a month, or until you get over yourself."
Deflating, he left, hanging up the phone on the way out.
Danny and Don were out on a date, as Danny had little homework, and Don had the night off. They'd been to a jazz concert sponsored by Columbia, and were hurrying to get to the restaurant before their reservation. They were about two blocks from the edge of the park, as they were cutting through to avoid a troublesome block, when they heard a muffled scream. Hurrying in that direction, they saw a figure running away from a huddled mass of fabric.
"Stop, NYPD!" Don shouted as he grabbed the runner, while Danny went toward what he realized, as he got closer, was a woman in a long cloth coat with a growing bloody patch on the side.
"Ma'am? Are you alright?" He asked as he checked her pulse. It was really thready, so he called back to Don applying pressure to her side, "Don, she's alive, but barely."
Don had subdued the guy, kneeling on his back while he unlaced a shoe to tie his wrists.
"It's taken care of. Had my radio in my pocket, not sure why, probably some kinda auto-pilot. They're on their way with an ambulance."
By the time the authorities arrived, the area had gained a few onlookers, though they stayed on the sidewalk a few yards away. Therefore, one of the cops had to ask, "Which one of you guys is the officer that called it in?"
"I was with my friend Danny, the guy over talking to the paramedics, at Columbia for a concert and cut through the park to avoid Hellon's corner. We heard the girl screaming, cut across the grass. I knocked down the guy as he was running away."
"Right. Could you go give a full statement to Officer Valdez? I'll go talk to your friend."
By the time they finally could go, they were an hour late for their reservation, so they just went back to the apartment. They had to give their phone number and address as part of their statements, so they knew Don would get some questions the next day. For now, though, they stopped by the deli to get some hot roast beef hoagies, then went home.
Sitting at the table, chairs side by side, plastered to each other to the point that Don ate left-handed and Danny ate right-handed, they shivered at the scene.
"I hope she's OK."
"I hope that our statements don't get thrown out when they realize what we are."
Sighing, Danny agreed, "Are you going to have problems at the precinct?"
"I might, but to a certain extent, anti-defamation stuff and Dad's position will stop the worst. There'll be some dirty jokes, and maybe a nasty prank or two, but that's it."
"OK. Ready for bed?"
"Yeah, I'll be there in a minute. I'll call Ma, she'll head off Dad's explosion in the morning."
"Hello?"
"Hi, Ma. It's Don. Is Dad around?"
"No, he's ducked out to get milk for tomorrow. Did you want to talk to him?"
"I wanted to make sure he wasn't around, but wasn't at the office. There might be trouble tomorrow. Danny and I witnessed an attempted murder, there's proof we live together, questions will be asked."
"You want me to head off your father's reaction if he hears later tonight."
"That'd be great. Just enough that he's willing to listen before he starts yelling."
"Sure, sweetie. Now go cuddle with Danny. You two have obviously had quite a night."
As soon as Don arrived at the precinct, he heard "Flack, get your ass in here! And close the door behind you."
Complying, Don sat in front of his lieutenant’s desk.
"You working overtime without telling me?"
"No, sir. I was on the way from a concert to dinner with a friend when we happened across the perp fleeing the scene."
"And this Messer...any affiliation with Gregory and Louis?"
"He's Louie's younger brother, he has a deal with the Alternative Parole Board. He's studying Biochem and Forensics at NYU and plans on entering the academy when he's done."
"And the fact that your contact information is the same?"
Don stared at his knuckles, figuring out how to phrase it.
"You're involved with him, aren't you?"
Snapping his head up, Don stared at his superior in panic.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to make a big deal about it. My cousin's head of one of the North Jersey chapters of Bent Cops, and he's a tough one, ex-Ranger."
"Thank you, sir. I...Ma knows, but I haven't told my Dad yet. Not looking forward to telling him that I've been dating one of his least favorite people for over a year."
Grimacing, the lieutenant laughed, "Yikes. Now out, you have work to do. If anything worse than shaving cream in your shoes or condom balloons occurs, let me know."
"Thank you, sir."
It was only about 45 minutes until the end of his shift, so Don was finally doing the paperwork for a dealer he'd collared mid-morning. Luckily, most of the other patrolmen were still out, or changing back to street clothes when Flack Sr burst into the squad room.
"Donald Keenan Flack! You have some explaining to do to me and to your mother!"
"Hi, Dad. Any chance you could stop that? We can go into the interrogation room if you want to yell at me, or you can wait a half-hour until shift’s over."
Don had barely sat down against the table when his father started yelling again.
"What's this I hear about Messer living with you? I saw the report from last night, what were you doing in that area with him?"
"He's been staying with me since the beginning of June. We switch off paying the utilities. The stipend you got him was barely enough to cover tuition, room, and board. His lab fees and books came out of his salary. He actually is putting some money in savings now, and can pay for health insurance, stuff like that. As for why we were there, we were at a concert at Columbia, and were heading back."
"What happened to hanging out with Derek or taking Lita out? You've barely seen them at all in months."
"Lita's a slut. Half the NYPD rookies of the past 3 years have had her. As for Derek, I do see him occasionally; we just don't really have the same taste in music."
"Those rumors about you and Messer are going to start up again..."
Deputy Chief Flack was going red in the face, verging on apoplexy, when one of the other patrol men knocked on the door, proffering a phone handset, "Sir, your wife."
Snatching the phone and slamming the door, he growled out, "What is it, Elena? I'm busy."
Don could hear Ma saying, "Donald, shut up for a moment and listen to Don. You should have waited until after shift to talk to him, anyway. This is not something to yell about in public. Now stop antagonizing him, or you'll be couch-bound for a month, or until you get over yourself."
Deflating, he left, hanging up the phone on the way out.