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100drabbles: prompts 046-059 (CSI:NY, Don Flack)
May. 24th, 2009 07:30 pmkathierif_fictable.
Titles: see the prompts
Fandom: CSI:NY
Prompt: #46 to #59
Word Count: 100 each
Rating: FRT-13
Author's Notes: Warnings for spoilers and pairings and the occasional slash or threesome warning right in front of the drabble, so pay attention to those, please.
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046. King
In their little Crime lab kingdom, Mac was the king. There was no doubt about it. Mac was the leader, and everybody followed him without much doubt. Of course, not everything was perfect, and there were enemies who wanted to exile the king. But since the king was wise and his subjects loved him, nothing could happen, even if one of his knights, like Danny, fucked up.
And Don? He was the messenger to another kingdom, the precinct. He carried the messages between the two, and he just was glad that nobody had tried to behead him for this – yet.
***
047. Heart
Warnings: Threesome, Danny/Lindsay/Don
He had no idea what had happened, but here he was, in Danny’s bed, tangled in blankets and too many legs and arms. He only remembered an evening in a dark bar, Danny’s hand on his thigh, and Danny and Lindsay kissing, and then –
- nothing.
It was frustrating, because something clearly had happened, he didn’t need to be a CSI to know that. Otherwise he wouldn’t be here, with Danny pressed against his back and one of Lindsay’s legs between his, both still sleeping peacefully.
Sighing he wondered when he had lost his heart to his two best friends.
***
048. Diamond
“Alright, Flack, what do we have here?” Stella asked as she entered the apartment and approached Don, who stood in the middle of the bedroom, scribbling into his memobook. He looked up when she spoke and stepped aside, closing his book in the process.
“Wow,” Stella said and leaned forwards. “It looks like a statue.”
Don opened his memobook. “It is. Male, and the sparkly bits aren’t rhinestones, they are diamonds. She said she beat the guy who tried to rape her to death with it.”
Stella grinned. “I guess it’s true,” she said, “Diamonds are a girl’s best friend.”
***
049. Queen
Warnings: Pairings: Mac/Stella, Hawkes/Lindsay, Danny/Don
“Mac and Stella,” Don said in disbelief.
“Doc and Montana,” Danny added.
“Totally wrapped around her finger.”
“I didn’t see that one coming, not after Claire,” Danny mused. “But then, if there’s a woman who can bring the old Mac back, it’s Stella.”
“And if there’s a man who can calm down Lindsay’s temper, it’s Hawkes.” Don added, before asking:
“So they both have found the Queen of their heart. What about you?”
They were silent for a moment, and then Danny grinned. “Me too.”
Don flipped him off, but before he could say something, Danny had kissed him again.
***
050. Joker
Warnings: spoiler for On the Job, Slash, Mac/Don
“What do you want me to do?” Don asked softly and sat back on his heels.
Mac smiled, leaned down, tangled his hands in Don’s hair and kissed him thoroughly. “Just be there,” he murmured against his lips. “Danny trusts you – he needs a friend.”
Don nodded. He knew that Danny needed to know that they had his back; Danny had said so himself after the mess with the Minhas-shooting, and who could do that particular job better than Mac’s lover? Danny’s best friend?
Mac kissed him again. “You’re my joker,” he said seriously. “I need you to win this.”
***
051. Water
Warnings: Slash, Danny/Don
It felt good. His caseload was forgotten for the moment.
He came here to clear his mind, and he was determined to do that. That’s why he normally went alone.
He came here when he needed peace. The calmness underwater soothed him. But this time, when he pulled himself out of the water, Danny was waiting for him, sitting at the edge of the pool, smiling.
“You look good swimming,” he said, and Don felt himself blushing. He had no answer, but he allowed Danny to wrap him in a towel and kiss the taste of chlorine from his lips.
***
052. Fire
It was alive. It was dangerous. It could kill so many people and not being stopped. It could be caught, but never be tamed. It was a wild animal.
Fire.
Don didn’t like fire. He had never liked it, not since his sister’s hair had caught fire at Christmas when he had been five. Since then, he had stayed as far away from it as he could.
“Come on,” Danny said. “What are you waiting for?”
He shrugged. It was his birthday, after all, and Mac would make sure that the lab wouldn’t burn down.
He blew out the candle.
***
053. Earth
“Hey, Flack!”
Don didn’t stop, but he slowed enough so that Danny and Lindsay could catch up with him. “What did you find out?” he asked. Danny held up the file. “Unknown substance in the victim’s mouth? It’s soil. Earth. Whatever.”
Don stopped. “What? He was found on the 36th floor!” he said. “Why is there soil in his mouth?”
Danny grinned now from one ear to the other. “He didn’t die on the 36th floor,” he said.
“He was dumped there,” Lindsay added. “Our suspect didn’t do it! She was framed.”
Don grinned. “Let’s find out who did it.”
***
054. Air
sequel to 6. Hours
Danny swallowed. “How much air do we have left?”
Don grunted and tried to shift without actually moving. The sharp pain in his chest had dulled to a constant ache, the taste of blood was heavy in his mouth. “You’re the scientist, you tell me,” he quipped, but his voice sounded weak to his own ears.
“Don’t worry,” Danny murmured. “Mac will find us.”
“Yeah,” Don agreed. There was no doubt that Mac would do whatever was necessary to find them, and get them out of here. “But will he find us before or after we run out of air?”
***
055. Spirit
Don peered into the ruin of the monastery. “Are you sure?”
“Sure,” Stella nodded and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “Let’s go.”
“And you are absolutely sure?” Don reassured himself.
Stella rolled her eyes. “Yes.”
“Basing on what evidence?” he asked nervously.
“Flack!” She leaned forwards, grabbed his arm and dragged him into the building. “See? Nothing happened. There are no ghosts here.”
“You know what they say,” Don said and shrugged in slight embarrassment. “About the ghosts in this building. That there are any, I mean.”
“Nah,” Stella shook her head. “Besides, they are called spirits.”
***
056. Breakfast
Warnings: implications of Slash and Threesome, Mac/Danny/Don
Don poked the contents of his plate carefully, fully expecting that it jumped up and poked him back. “What is that?” he asked.
Mac didn’t look up from his crossword puzzle, and Danny was still occupied with cleaning the mess he had made.
“Danny made us breakfast,” Mac answered absent-mindedly and frowned.
Danny came over to them, a hopeful expression on his face. “So? What do you think?”
Just this second, Mac triumphantly cried out: “Defenestration! To throw out of a window! That’s it!”
Don silently agreed, but the hurt look on Danny’s face made him say: “I like it.”
***
057. Lunch
His report was almost finished – he only needed to add a few more things – when suddenly his pen was plucked out of his fingers and Danny sat down on the edge of his desk.
“What are you doing?” Don asked and leaned back.
Danny smirked. “We had a date, Flack. You forgot me.”
Don frowned. “A date?” he repeated. He couldn’t remember making any plans that included Danny…
Danny rolled his eyes. “For Lunch,” he clarified. “You really forgot me.”
Don blinked. “I thought you wanted to have lunch with Monroe?” he asked.
Danny shrugged. “And? She can join us.”
***
058. Dinner
Warnings: Don/Stella
Stella looked up and smiled softly. Her curly hair was arranged in a complicated style, her black dress was simple but stunning, and she looked simply breathtaking.
“I didn’t know you cook,” she now observed and took a sip of her wine.
Don shrugged and placed the plates on the table. “I don’t. Much.”
Stella waited for him to sit down and took his hand. “It’s wonderful,” she said. “Everything’s perfect.”
Don smiled, pressed a kiss to her knuckles and decided not to tell her that he had called his mother at least six times in the last few hours…
***
059. Food
Warnings: Spoilers for Fair Game
A loud crash brought Danny and Lindsay to the kitchen, where Don was glaring at something on the counter.
“Is there a problem?” Danny asked curiously.
“Cockroaches,” Don simply answered and lifted the cookbook he had slammed down on the insect to inspect the remains.
“Cockroaches?” Lindsay repeated in a tone of utter disbelief. “And you kill them with a cookbook?”
“Of course I do,” Don shrugged. “What else am I supposed to do with them? Keep them for the two of you? If you’re hungry, you can have it.”
He grinned wolfishly at her. “It’s just protein, after all.”
Titles: see the prompts
Fandom: CSI:NY
Prompt: #46 to #59
Word Count: 100 each
Rating: FRT-13
Author's Notes: Warnings for spoilers and pairings and the occasional slash or threesome warning right in front of the drabble, so pay attention to those, please.
***
046. King
In their little Crime lab kingdom, Mac was the king. There was no doubt about it. Mac was the leader, and everybody followed him without much doubt. Of course, not everything was perfect, and there were enemies who wanted to exile the king. But since the king was wise and his subjects loved him, nothing could happen, even if one of his knights, like Danny, fucked up.
And Don? He was the messenger to another kingdom, the precinct. He carried the messages between the two, and he just was glad that nobody had tried to behead him for this – yet.
***
047. Heart
Warnings: Threesome, Danny/Lindsay/Don
He had no idea what had happened, but here he was, in Danny’s bed, tangled in blankets and too many legs and arms. He only remembered an evening in a dark bar, Danny’s hand on his thigh, and Danny and Lindsay kissing, and then –
- nothing.
It was frustrating, because something clearly had happened, he didn’t need to be a CSI to know that. Otherwise he wouldn’t be here, with Danny pressed against his back and one of Lindsay’s legs between his, both still sleeping peacefully.
Sighing he wondered when he had lost his heart to his two best friends.
***
048. Diamond
“Alright, Flack, what do we have here?” Stella asked as she entered the apartment and approached Don, who stood in the middle of the bedroom, scribbling into his memobook. He looked up when she spoke and stepped aside, closing his book in the process.
“Wow,” Stella said and leaned forwards. “It looks like a statue.”
Don opened his memobook. “It is. Male, and the sparkly bits aren’t rhinestones, they are diamonds. She said she beat the guy who tried to rape her to death with it.”
Stella grinned. “I guess it’s true,” she said, “Diamonds are a girl’s best friend.”
***
049. Queen
Warnings: Pairings: Mac/Stella, Hawkes/Lindsay, Danny/Don
“Mac and Stella,” Don said in disbelief.
“Doc and Montana,” Danny added.
“Totally wrapped around her finger.”
“I didn’t see that one coming, not after Claire,” Danny mused. “But then, if there’s a woman who can bring the old Mac back, it’s Stella.”
“And if there’s a man who can calm down Lindsay’s temper, it’s Hawkes.” Don added, before asking:
“So they both have found the Queen of their heart. What about you?”
They were silent for a moment, and then Danny grinned. “Me too.”
Don flipped him off, but before he could say something, Danny had kissed him again.
***
050. Joker
Warnings: spoiler for On the Job, Slash, Mac/Don
“What do you want me to do?” Don asked softly and sat back on his heels.
Mac smiled, leaned down, tangled his hands in Don’s hair and kissed him thoroughly. “Just be there,” he murmured against his lips. “Danny trusts you – he needs a friend.”
Don nodded. He knew that Danny needed to know that they had his back; Danny had said so himself after the mess with the Minhas-shooting, and who could do that particular job better than Mac’s lover? Danny’s best friend?
Mac kissed him again. “You’re my joker,” he said seriously. “I need you to win this.”
***
051. Water
Warnings: Slash, Danny/Don
It felt good. His caseload was forgotten for the moment.
He came here to clear his mind, and he was determined to do that. That’s why he normally went alone.
He came here when he needed peace. The calmness underwater soothed him. But this time, when he pulled himself out of the water, Danny was waiting for him, sitting at the edge of the pool, smiling.
“You look good swimming,” he said, and Don felt himself blushing. He had no answer, but he allowed Danny to wrap him in a towel and kiss the taste of chlorine from his lips.
***
052. Fire
It was alive. It was dangerous. It could kill so many people and not being stopped. It could be caught, but never be tamed. It was a wild animal.
Fire.
Don didn’t like fire. He had never liked it, not since his sister’s hair had caught fire at Christmas when he had been five. Since then, he had stayed as far away from it as he could.
“Come on,” Danny said. “What are you waiting for?”
He shrugged. It was his birthday, after all, and Mac would make sure that the lab wouldn’t burn down.
He blew out the candle.
***
053. Earth
“Hey, Flack!”
Don didn’t stop, but he slowed enough so that Danny and Lindsay could catch up with him. “What did you find out?” he asked. Danny held up the file. “Unknown substance in the victim’s mouth? It’s soil. Earth. Whatever.”
Don stopped. “What? He was found on the 36th floor!” he said. “Why is there soil in his mouth?”
Danny grinned now from one ear to the other. “He didn’t die on the 36th floor,” he said.
“He was dumped there,” Lindsay added. “Our suspect didn’t do it! She was framed.”
Don grinned. “Let’s find out who did it.”
***
054. Air
sequel to 6. Hours
Danny swallowed. “How much air do we have left?”
Don grunted and tried to shift without actually moving. The sharp pain in his chest had dulled to a constant ache, the taste of blood was heavy in his mouth. “You’re the scientist, you tell me,” he quipped, but his voice sounded weak to his own ears.
“Don’t worry,” Danny murmured. “Mac will find us.”
“Yeah,” Don agreed. There was no doubt that Mac would do whatever was necessary to find them, and get them out of here. “But will he find us before or after we run out of air?”
***
055. Spirit
Don peered into the ruin of the monastery. “Are you sure?”
“Sure,” Stella nodded and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “Let’s go.”
“And you are absolutely sure?” Don reassured himself.
Stella rolled her eyes. “Yes.”
“Basing on what evidence?” he asked nervously.
“Flack!” She leaned forwards, grabbed his arm and dragged him into the building. “See? Nothing happened. There are no ghosts here.”
“You know what they say,” Don said and shrugged in slight embarrassment. “About the ghosts in this building. That there are any, I mean.”
“Nah,” Stella shook her head. “Besides, they are called spirits.”
***
056. Breakfast
Warnings: implications of Slash and Threesome, Mac/Danny/Don
Don poked the contents of his plate carefully, fully expecting that it jumped up and poked him back. “What is that?” he asked.
Mac didn’t look up from his crossword puzzle, and Danny was still occupied with cleaning the mess he had made.
“Danny made us breakfast,” Mac answered absent-mindedly and frowned.
Danny came over to them, a hopeful expression on his face. “So? What do you think?”
Just this second, Mac triumphantly cried out: “Defenestration! To throw out of a window! That’s it!”
Don silently agreed, but the hurt look on Danny’s face made him say: “I like it.”
***
057. Lunch
His report was almost finished – he only needed to add a few more things – when suddenly his pen was plucked out of his fingers and Danny sat down on the edge of his desk.
“What are you doing?” Don asked and leaned back.
Danny smirked. “We had a date, Flack. You forgot me.”
Don frowned. “A date?” he repeated. He couldn’t remember making any plans that included Danny…
Danny rolled his eyes. “For Lunch,” he clarified. “You really forgot me.”
Don blinked. “I thought you wanted to have lunch with Monroe?” he asked.
Danny shrugged. “And? She can join us.”
***
058. Dinner
Warnings: Don/Stella
Stella looked up and smiled softly. Her curly hair was arranged in a complicated style, her black dress was simple but stunning, and she looked simply breathtaking.
“I didn’t know you cook,” she now observed and took a sip of her wine.
Don shrugged and placed the plates on the table. “I don’t. Much.”
Stella waited for him to sit down and took his hand. “It’s wonderful,” she said. “Everything’s perfect.”
Don smiled, pressed a kiss to her knuckles and decided not to tell her that he had called his mother at least six times in the last few hours…
***
059. Food
Warnings: Spoilers for Fair Game
A loud crash brought Danny and Lindsay to the kitchen, where Don was glaring at something on the counter.
“Is there a problem?” Danny asked curiously.
“Cockroaches,” Don simply answered and lifted the cookbook he had slammed down on the insect to inspect the remains.
“Cockroaches?” Lindsay repeated in a tone of utter disbelief. “And you kill them with a cookbook?”
“Of course I do,” Don shrugged. “What else am I supposed to do with them? Keep them for the two of you? If you’re hungry, you can have it.”
He grinned wolfishly at her. “It’s just protein, after all.”