Don/Truly- Shades of Gray 4/4
Fandom: CSI: NY
Title: Shades of Grey 4/4
Author: Liv darkmagic_luvr
Pairing/Characters: Don Flack, Jr., Truly Pack (OC)
pyramid_dares Pyramid Set, level and prompt: 5; L.04; P.02 WC
5101520fic_qifs Prompt: 15-50/#34-Sap
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone you recognize, Truly Pack is mine so don’t take her.
Summary: N/A
Authors Note: Oh Truly, you bitch. -shakes head at Truly- this is why Don keeps dumping you.
Part 1| Part 2| Part 3
Don was questioning one of the junkies they had arrested at the warehouse bust. His gaze kept drifting towards the hallway where the groups of arrested dealers, and junkies and Truly were. Truly was sitting on the ground with her back against the wall, hugging her knees to her chest and her head resting against them. To Don, she looked like she was going to be sick so his eyes focused back on the junkie, watching her movements as she explained how not at the warehouse she was.
Except Don wasn’t listening. His gaze continued to focus back onto Truly as she suddenly stood up and rushed towards a trash can, doubling over and puking into it. Don (who had heard enough from the woman in front of him) motioned for one of the officers to take her away. He stood up and moved past the two, weaving around the officers crowding the hall. He stopped next to the officer closest to Truly and acknowledged him.
"She’s detoxing," said the uniform, motioning towards Truly as she heaved into the trash can again. Don patted the uniform on the shoulder and walked past him towards Truly, placing his hand on her lower back and holding her hair back as she vomited.
Truly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and straightened up slowly, leaning into Don as her knees buckled. Don brushed the hair sticking to Truly’s face off her forehead, pulling her into his chest as she started to cry.
"I didn’t want to do it anymore," she whispered into Don’s shoulder, nuzzling her face into his neck. "I don’t want to do it anymore, Don. I’d rather- I’d rather...," Don shushed Truly as she gasped for breath, running his hand up and down her back soothingly.
"Why were you there, Truly?"asked Don quietly, resting his cheek against the side of Truly’s head, breathing in the smell of her hair.
"I heard from Danny that you were doing a bust there," began Truly, hesitating before wrapping her arms around Don’s neck, holding herself in place. "I have a friend who deals. I didn’t want her getting into trouble."
"What’s her name?"
"She wasn’t there," Truly whispered, her tears bleeding into Don’s shirt. "I don’t want to do this anymore Don. God, I- I miss you so much. It hurts so much, Don."
"I know," Don said, tightening his grip around Truly. "I know."
"Am I in trouble?" asked Truly, her finger tangling into Don’s hair.
"You’re in trouble, Tru. Why did you have a gun? Why did you have my gun?"
"You left it at my apartment," said Truly softly, her eyes open; staring past Don’s shoulder and at the wall, completely transfixed by the bland color. "I called you, you didn’t answer," Don scoffed at himself. Of course he didn’t answer. He’d almost deleted her number from his phone every time she called him.
"Why did you have it?"
"Do you know what kind of people are at those drug parties? I was protecting myself," Don nodded and placed his hand on Truly’s hips, pushing her away to look her in the eyes.
"You resisted arrested, Truly. I shot you, you made me shot you," Truly laughed, despite how serious the situation was. Don looked at her arm, running his hand over the bandage gently. Truly nodded, lifting her forefinger and tilting Don’s chin up to look back at her.
"I need you right now, Donnie," said Truly quietly. "I need you so badly."
Title: Shades of Grey 4/4
Author: Liv darkmagic_luvr
Pairing/Characters: Don Flack, Jr., Truly Pack (OC)
pyramid_dares Pyramid Set, level and prompt: 5; L.04; P.02 WC
5101520fic_qifs Prompt: 15-50/#34-Sap
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone you recognize, Truly Pack is mine so don’t take her.
Summary: N/A
Authors Note: Oh Truly, you bitch. -shakes head at Truly- this is why Don keeps dumping you.
Part 1| Part 2| Part 3
Don was questioning one of the junkies they had arrested at the warehouse bust. His gaze kept drifting towards the hallway where the groups of arrested dealers, and junkies and Truly were. Truly was sitting on the ground with her back against the wall, hugging her knees to her chest and her head resting against them. To Don, she looked like she was going to be sick so his eyes focused back on the junkie, watching her movements as she explained how not at the warehouse she was.
Except Don wasn’t listening. His gaze continued to focus back onto Truly as she suddenly stood up and rushed towards a trash can, doubling over and puking into it. Don (who had heard enough from the woman in front of him) motioned for one of the officers to take her away. He stood up and moved past the two, weaving around the officers crowding the hall. He stopped next to the officer closest to Truly and acknowledged him.
"She’s detoxing," said the uniform, motioning towards Truly as she heaved into the trash can again. Don patted the uniform on the shoulder and walked past him towards Truly, placing his hand on her lower back and holding her hair back as she vomited.
Truly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and straightened up slowly, leaning into Don as her knees buckled. Don brushed the hair sticking to Truly’s face off her forehead, pulling her into his chest as she started to cry.
"I didn’t want to do it anymore," she whispered into Don’s shoulder, nuzzling her face into his neck. "I don’t want to do it anymore, Don. I’d rather- I’d rather...," Don shushed Truly as she gasped for breath, running his hand up and down her back soothingly.
"Why were you there, Truly?"asked Don quietly, resting his cheek against the side of Truly’s head, breathing in the smell of her hair.
"I heard from Danny that you were doing a bust there," began Truly, hesitating before wrapping her arms around Don’s neck, holding herself in place. "I have a friend who deals. I didn’t want her getting into trouble."
"What’s her name?"
"She wasn’t there," Truly whispered, her tears bleeding into Don’s shirt. "I don’t want to do this anymore Don. God, I- I miss you so much. It hurts so much, Don."
"I know," Don said, tightening his grip around Truly. "I know."
"Am I in trouble?" asked Truly, her finger tangling into Don’s hair.
"You’re in trouble, Tru. Why did you have a gun? Why did you have my gun?"
"You left it at my apartment," said Truly softly, her eyes open; staring past Don’s shoulder and at the wall, completely transfixed by the bland color. "I called you, you didn’t answer," Don scoffed at himself. Of course he didn’t answer. He’d almost deleted her number from his phone every time she called him.
"Why did you have it?"
"Do you know what kind of people are at those drug parties? I was protecting myself," Don nodded and placed his hand on Truly’s hips, pushing her away to look her in the eyes.
"You resisted arrested, Truly. I shot you, you made me shot you," Truly laughed, despite how serious the situation was. Don looked at her arm, running his hand over the bandage gently. Truly nodded, lifting her forefinger and tilting Don’s chin up to look back at her.
"I need you right now, Donnie," said Truly quietly. "I need you so badly."