Fic: What Does That Have To Do With Bananas?
Fandom: CSI: NY
Title: What Does That Have To Do With Bananas?
Author: Liv darkmagic_luvr
Pairing/Characters: Don Flack, Jr., Stella Bonasera, Mac Taylor, Sheldon Hawkes, Danny Messer, mentions of both Frankie and Truly Pack
pyramid_dares Pyramid Set, level and prompt: 5; L.05; P.12 Lingering
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone you recognize, Truly Pack is mine so don’t take her.
Summary: N/A
Authors Note: Set some time after Shades of Gray 4/4So fantastic. I figured I'd post this now just to start on the new angst.
Don was sitting at his desk, his head buried in his arms as he tried to catch up on some sleep without having to clock out. It wasn’t like he had to do anything: there were no new cases, no leads, nothing to do. So there he was, sleeping on his desk.
Don’s dozing was interrupted by the shrill ring of his phone. He looked up, squinting at the pestering object loathsomely before picking it up and staring at the caller id. It didn’t help him when there was no name. Don groaned and flipped it open, fully expecting the caller to be a wrong number or the caller to start talking in a foreign language...and not stop.
"Flack," said Don groggily. After a moment of silence on the other end, Don glanced at his screen to see if the caller had hung up, which they hadn’t. With a frown, Don pressed his phone back against his ear. "Hello?"
Still no reply. Don rolled his eyes and snapped his phone shut, tossing it back onto his desk and dropping his head back in his arms. He looked up at his phone as it started ringing again.
"What do you want?" growled a now very agitated Don into the mouthpiece of his phone.
"The man you convicted of killing Officer Pack is innocent,"
Don frowned at the speakers words and began to ask what he was talking about when the caller interrupted him. "The man you convicted for killing Officer Franklin Pack is not the shooter.""Alright," said Don without an ounce of belief in his voice. He ran his hand over his eyes and suppressed a yawn. "Who did then?"
"A sniper in the building parallel to the one Officer Pack was shot in."
"Alright, how do you know this, sir?" Don didn’t get an answer and thought the man might have hung up on him. "Sir? Are you still there? Who killed Franklin Pack if it wasn’t the accused."
"I did."
Don frowned as his caller hung up the phone with a click, letting his hand fall to the desk with a thud. Don stood up, trying to figure out what to do, when his phone rang again.
"Detective Flack."
"This might sound typical, but in case you were wondering, that scene you arrived to was a set up."
"Who is this?" asked Don as the same voice came back again. The caller just chuckled and hung up the phone again. Don flipped his phone closed, running his hand through his hair before turning on his heel and heading up towards Mac’s office.
"What can I do for you, Flack?" asked Mac as Don walked into Mac’s office.
"I just got the weirdest call," began Don, tossing his phone in front of Mac and leaning his hands against the edge of the desk. Mac looked up at him, nodding for him to continue. "Man called, and said that the guy we got for Frankie Pack’s murder, didn’t kill him."
"That is a weird call," said Mac, reaching over and picking up Don’s phone.
"It’s get’s a little weirder," continued Don. "He called back after hanging up and said the scene was a set up. Almost like he forgot or something."
"Set up for what?" Don shook his head.
"Didn’t say."
Mac frowned curiously as he flipped open Don’s phone and scanned through his caller list. Don watched him, a frown beginning to form on his own face.
"You didn’t process the scene, did you?"
"We had the guy with a gun in his hand and Pack’s blood on him. The same caliber gun killed Pack, we had no reason to further process the scene. Besides, the guy pled guilty."
"The guy copped to shooting Pack with that sniper? I was gone a long time Mac, and Edderson wasn’t even conscious," Don sighed and ran his hand over his face. "Is it possible, that he could have just been looking to get out of the death penalty? I gotta tell you Mac, I sort of believe this guy. What if we messed up? What if this is our guy?"
Mac stayed silent and stood up, scooping his coat off the back of his chair and heading for the door. Don turned to look over his shoulder, watching him go for a moment before following him. Mac headed towards the break room, where Stella, Danny and Sheldon were all sitting.
"Where’s Lindsay?" asked Mac, walking into the break room, startling the trio. Stella shrugged and Danny just shook his head, not bothering to look up.
"You sent her home. Remember, Mac? 78 hours with little sleep?"
"Thorn case, right," muttered Mac. "We have a problem."
"What’s up?" asked Stella, looking back down at a magazine in her hands, clearly uninterested in what Mac had to say.
"Don just got an anonymous tip that the man who killed Franklin Pack-"
"Eddie Something...Blige? Bridge...."
"Randle," offered Don, interrupting Danny’s ramble of names. Stella shook her head at Danny and flipped a page of her magazine.
"What did he say?" asked Sheldon.
"That the man who we convicted, didn’t kill him," Stella looked up from her magazine finally interested while Danny’s eyebrows shot up. "We need to go back through the evidence and find out what happened."
"You don’t think this guy’s tellin’ the truth, do ya, Mac?" asked Danny. Mac didn’t reply and Danny got the hint. "I got the gun."
"I’ll visit Hammerback," said Sheldon, standing up. Stella remained seated while Danny and Sheldon disbanded. She looked from Mac to Don, who’d moved into Danny’s abandoned seat and had dropped his head into his hands wearily.
"Did he say anything else?" asked Stella.
"He told Don that the scene was a set up."
"There were only three guys there," said Stella, tossing her magazine on the table in front of her. "Pack, Edderson and Flack. If you ask me, Edderson isn’t the ripest banana in the bunch, he plays dirty, and if you wanted to wack a guy..." Stella trailed off, giving Don a look after he snorted at her analogy. "What?"
"But Edderson wasn’t the one who got popped in the chest," said Mac. "Which has me thinking that the guy was after Pack."
"What about Flack?" suggested Stella, gesturing at Don. "Sniper couldn’t have known that he was going to go after that first suspect, Frankie looked a lot like him, a little shorter, but hell I’ve gotten them confused when we’ve worked together."
"Or that first suspect was a ruse to get Don out of the way so they could shoot Frankie."
"What do you think, Flack?" asked Stella turning in her chair to look at Don.
"The only thing I care about right now is how Truly’s gonna handle this," said Don softly. Mac and Stella both frowned.
"I thought you weren’t talking to her," asked Stella, her voice slightly cold at the mention of Truly’s name.
"I’m not. I just can’t imagine what kind of spiral she’d be putting herself into when she finds out that we’ve reopened Frankie’s case."
"I could tell her," said Stella. "I’ve been meaning to talk to her, it’s about time we’ve both apologized anyways."
"I’ll talk to her," said Don softly. "I told her once, I can tell her again."
"You sure?" asked Mac. Don nodded and stood up, straightening his jacket and giving Stella and Mac each a grim smile, and headed back down to finally clock himself out.
Title: What Does That Have To Do With Bananas?
Author: Liv darkmagic_luvr
Pairing/Characters: Don Flack, Jr., Stella Bonasera, Mac Taylor, Sheldon Hawkes, Danny Messer, mentions of both Frankie and Truly Pack
pyramid_dares Pyramid Set, level and prompt: 5; L.05; P.12 Lingering
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone you recognize, Truly Pack is mine so don’t take her.
Summary: N/A
Authors Note: Set some time after Shades of Gray 4/4So fantastic. I figured I'd post this now just to start on the new angst.
Don was sitting at his desk, his head buried in his arms as he tried to catch up on some sleep without having to clock out. It wasn’t like he had to do anything: there were no new cases, no leads, nothing to do. So there he was, sleeping on his desk.
Don’s dozing was interrupted by the shrill ring of his phone. He looked up, squinting at the pestering object loathsomely before picking it up and staring at the caller id. It didn’t help him when there was no name. Don groaned and flipped it open, fully expecting the caller to be a wrong number or the caller to start talking in a foreign language...and not stop.
"Flack," said Don groggily. After a moment of silence on the other end, Don glanced at his screen to see if the caller had hung up, which they hadn’t. With a frown, Don pressed his phone back against his ear. "Hello?"
Still no reply. Don rolled his eyes and snapped his phone shut, tossing it back onto his desk and dropping his head back in his arms. He looked up at his phone as it started ringing again.
"What do you want?" growled a now very agitated Don into the mouthpiece of his phone.
"The man you convicted of killing Officer Pack is innocent,"
Don frowned at the speakers words and began to ask what he was talking about when the caller interrupted him. "The man you convicted for killing Officer Franklin Pack is not the shooter.""Alright," said Don without an ounce of belief in his voice. He ran his hand over his eyes and suppressed a yawn. "Who did then?"
"A sniper in the building parallel to the one Officer Pack was shot in."
"Alright, how do you know this, sir?" Don didn’t get an answer and thought the man might have hung up on him. "Sir? Are you still there? Who killed Franklin Pack if it wasn’t the accused."
"I did."
Don frowned as his caller hung up the phone with a click, letting his hand fall to the desk with a thud. Don stood up, trying to figure out what to do, when his phone rang again.
"Detective Flack."
"This might sound typical, but in case you were wondering, that scene you arrived to was a set up."
"Who is this?" asked Don as the same voice came back again. The caller just chuckled and hung up the phone again. Don flipped his phone closed, running his hand through his hair before turning on his heel and heading up towards Mac’s office.
"What can I do for you, Flack?" asked Mac as Don walked into Mac’s office.
"I just got the weirdest call," began Don, tossing his phone in front of Mac and leaning his hands against the edge of the desk. Mac looked up at him, nodding for him to continue. "Man called, and said that the guy we got for Frankie Pack’s murder, didn’t kill him."
"That is a weird call," said Mac, reaching over and picking up Don’s phone.
"It’s get’s a little weirder," continued Don. "He called back after hanging up and said the scene was a set up. Almost like he forgot or something."
"Set up for what?" Don shook his head.
"Didn’t say."
Mac frowned curiously as he flipped open Don’s phone and scanned through his caller list. Don watched him, a frown beginning to form on his own face.
"You didn’t process the scene, did you?"
"We had the guy with a gun in his hand and Pack’s blood on him. The same caliber gun killed Pack, we had no reason to further process the scene. Besides, the guy pled guilty."
"The guy copped to shooting Pack with that sniper? I was gone a long time Mac, and Edderson wasn’t even conscious," Don sighed and ran his hand over his face. "Is it possible, that he could have just been looking to get out of the death penalty? I gotta tell you Mac, I sort of believe this guy. What if we messed up? What if this is our guy?"
Mac stayed silent and stood up, scooping his coat off the back of his chair and heading for the door. Don turned to look over his shoulder, watching him go for a moment before following him. Mac headed towards the break room, where Stella, Danny and Sheldon were all sitting.
"Where’s Lindsay?" asked Mac, walking into the break room, startling the trio. Stella shrugged and Danny just shook his head, not bothering to look up.
"You sent her home. Remember, Mac? 78 hours with little sleep?"
"Thorn case, right," muttered Mac. "We have a problem."
"What’s up?" asked Stella, looking back down at a magazine in her hands, clearly uninterested in what Mac had to say.
"Don just got an anonymous tip that the man who killed Franklin Pack-"
"Eddie Something...Blige? Bridge...."
"Randle," offered Don, interrupting Danny’s ramble of names. Stella shook her head at Danny and flipped a page of her magazine.
"What did he say?" asked Sheldon.
"That the man who we convicted, didn’t kill him," Stella looked up from her magazine finally interested while Danny’s eyebrows shot up. "We need to go back through the evidence and find out what happened."
"You don’t think this guy’s tellin’ the truth, do ya, Mac?" asked Danny. Mac didn’t reply and Danny got the hint. "I got the gun."
"I’ll visit Hammerback," said Sheldon, standing up. Stella remained seated while Danny and Sheldon disbanded. She looked from Mac to Don, who’d moved into Danny’s abandoned seat and had dropped his head into his hands wearily.
"Did he say anything else?" asked Stella.
"He told Don that the scene was a set up."
"There were only three guys there," said Stella, tossing her magazine on the table in front of her. "Pack, Edderson and Flack. If you ask me, Edderson isn’t the ripest banana in the bunch, he plays dirty, and if you wanted to wack a guy..." Stella trailed off, giving Don a look after he snorted at her analogy. "What?"
"But Edderson wasn’t the one who got popped in the chest," said Mac. "Which has me thinking that the guy was after Pack."
"What about Flack?" suggested Stella, gesturing at Don. "Sniper couldn’t have known that he was going to go after that first suspect, Frankie looked a lot like him, a little shorter, but hell I’ve gotten them confused when we’ve worked together."
"Or that first suspect was a ruse to get Don out of the way so they could shoot Frankie."
"What do you think, Flack?" asked Stella turning in her chair to look at Don.
"The only thing I care about right now is how Truly’s gonna handle this," said Don softly. Mac and Stella both frowned.
"I thought you weren’t talking to her," asked Stella, her voice slightly cold at the mention of Truly’s name.
"I’m not. I just can’t imagine what kind of spiral she’d be putting herself into when she finds out that we’ve reopened Frankie’s case."
"I could tell her," said Stella. "I’ve been meaning to talk to her, it’s about time we’ve both apologized anyways."
"I’ll talk to her," said Don softly. "I told her once, I can tell her again."
"You sure?" asked Mac. Don nodded and stood up, straightening his jacket and giving Stella and Mac each a grim smile, and headed back down to finally clock himself out.