Don/Truly- Mopping Up The Exhaustion With A Four Letter Word
Fandom: CSI: NY
Title: Mopping Up The Exhaustion With A Four Letter Word
Author: Liv darkamgic_luvr
Pairing/Characters: Don Flack, Jr., Truly Pack (OC)
pyramid_dares Pyramid Set, level and prompt: 5; L.08; P.05 First Time
5101520fic_qifs Prompt: 15-50/#5-Dork
Rating: K
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone you recognize,Truly Pack is mine so don’t take her.
Summary: N/A
Authors Note: Okay, this is fluff.
Truly was waiting for Don outside the precinct by the time he clocked out. She looked nice: dress, hair down, a smile on her face. Don gave her a look before crossing his arms over his chest and asking her what the occasion was. Truly’s smile faltered a bit and Don though she almost looked hurt.
"Don’t you remember?" she asked sadly. Don shook his head.
"What am I supposed to remember?"
"Frankie’s funeral?" hinted Truly. Don mentally hit himself, reaching out and slipping an arm around Truly’s shoulders.
"Damn it, Truly," whispered Don under his breath.
"First time we met," said Truly, looking up at Don. Don looked unamused and turned her away from the station, walking down the street to Sullivan’s.
"A lot of first’s happened that nigh. Most of them I never want to be brought up again."
"You got it. No more firsts mention. How ‘bout seconds?" Don shook his head and kissed Truly on the temple.
"As long as you don’t talk about the funeral," Truly frowned, tapping her fingertips against her hip as Don opened the bar door for her.
"What’s so bad about what happened?" asked Truly, twirling into the bar. Don looked at her as if she lost her mind.
"You were there, right?" Truly nodded and plopped down into a chair, still looking at Don expectantly. "Bad things happened," Truly shifted uncomfortably in her seat and looked away.
"They weren’t horrible things," she said quietly as Don sat down across from her.
"So you don’t regret them?"
"A little," admitted Truly. Don nudged her under the table with his foot and shook his head.
"I regret it a lot," he said. "But we’re okay now, right?"
Truly nodded and kicked him back, a grin spreading over her face. "You’re a dork face."
"I’m a what?" asked Don, laughing at her choice of words.
"A dork face."
"A dork face," echoed Don. "Why am I a dork face?"
"Because your pager has been going off for five minutes and you haven’t noticed," Don gave Truly a mock glare and checked his pager. "Didn’t you just get off work?"
"My job sucks sometimes," muttered Don, turning his glare onto the pager. "I gotta go."
"Yeah?" asked Truly, her shoulders slumping a bit. Don nodded and stood up.
"Yeah. I’ll call you later?" Truly nodded.
"Love you-" Don froze halfway from walking past Truly and looked back down at her. She’d gone a bit red and cleared her throat, waving at him. "See ya later."
"Truly? Did you-?"
"Meh," said Truly, waving Don away again, hoping he would just go.
"Did you just-?"
"I didn’t mean too," interrupted Truly. Don opened his mouth to say something when his phone went off. He debated ignoring it, then wondered which of the two were more annoying: His impatient dead body, or Truly.
"I love you too," said Don softly, flipping open his phone and walking out of the bar.
Truly suppressed a wild grin from spreading across her face and pulled out her own phone.
"Bonasera."
"Oh my god, Stella, you’re going to be so proud of me!"
"What did you accomplish?" muttered Stella sleepily.
"Told Don I loved him," said Truly, leaning back in her chair, a smile infecting her face as she talked to Stella.
Title: Mopping Up The Exhaustion With A Four Letter Word
Author: Liv darkamgic_luvr
Pairing/Characters: Don Flack, Jr., Truly Pack (OC)
pyramid_dares Pyramid Set, level and prompt: 5; L.08; P.05 First Time
5101520fic_qifs Prompt: 15-50/#5-Dork
Rating: K
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone you recognize,Truly Pack is mine so don’t take her.
Summary: N/A
Authors Note: Okay, this is fluff.
Truly was waiting for Don outside the precinct by the time he clocked out. She looked nice: dress, hair down, a smile on her face. Don gave her a look before crossing his arms over his chest and asking her what the occasion was. Truly’s smile faltered a bit and Don though she almost looked hurt.
"Don’t you remember?" she asked sadly. Don shook his head.
"What am I supposed to remember?"
"Frankie’s funeral?" hinted Truly. Don mentally hit himself, reaching out and slipping an arm around Truly’s shoulders.
"Damn it, Truly," whispered Don under his breath.
"First time we met," said Truly, looking up at Don. Don looked unamused and turned her away from the station, walking down the street to Sullivan’s.
"A lot of first’s happened that nigh. Most of them I never want to be brought up again."
"You got it. No more firsts mention. How ‘bout seconds?" Don shook his head and kissed Truly on the temple.
"As long as you don’t talk about the funeral," Truly frowned, tapping her fingertips against her hip as Don opened the bar door for her.
"What’s so bad about what happened?" asked Truly, twirling into the bar. Don looked at her as if she lost her mind.
"You were there, right?" Truly nodded and plopped down into a chair, still looking at Don expectantly. "Bad things happened," Truly shifted uncomfortably in her seat and looked away.
"They weren’t horrible things," she said quietly as Don sat down across from her.
"So you don’t regret them?"
"A little," admitted Truly. Don nudged her under the table with his foot and shook his head.
"I regret it a lot," he said. "But we’re okay now, right?"
Truly nodded and kicked him back, a grin spreading over her face. "You’re a dork face."
"I’m a what?" asked Don, laughing at her choice of words.
"A dork face."
"A dork face," echoed Don. "Why am I a dork face?"
"Because your pager has been going off for five minutes and you haven’t noticed," Don gave Truly a mock glare and checked his pager. "Didn’t you just get off work?"
"My job sucks sometimes," muttered Don, turning his glare onto the pager. "I gotta go."
"Yeah?" asked Truly, her shoulders slumping a bit. Don nodded and stood up.
"Yeah. I’ll call you later?" Truly nodded.
"Love you-" Don froze halfway from walking past Truly and looked back down at her. She’d gone a bit red and cleared her throat, waving at him. "See ya later."
"Truly? Did you-?"
"Meh," said Truly, waving Don away again, hoping he would just go.
"Did you just-?"
"I didn’t mean too," interrupted Truly. Don opened his mouth to say something when his phone went off. He debated ignoring it, then wondered which of the two were more annoying: His impatient dead body, or Truly.
"I love you too," said Don softly, flipping open his phone and walking out of the bar.
Truly suppressed a wild grin from spreading across her face and pulled out her own phone.
"Bonasera."
"Oh my god, Stella, you’re going to be so proud of me!"
"What did you accomplish?" muttered Stella sleepily.
"Told Don I loved him," said Truly, leaning back in her chair, a smile infecting her face as she talked to Stella.