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kathierif_ficTitle: Guys’ Night In
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: hints of Mac/Flack
Rating: FRT-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, never was, never will be, or there wouldn’t be a marriage and disappearing scars.
Spoilers: It happened to me
Word Count: 1144 words
Summary: Flack and Danny both give Hawkes advice when he moves in with Mac, and Hawkes starts to wonder about how they could possibly know these things…
Author's Notes: Takes place after "It Happened To Me".
“Are you okay?” Sheldon asked quietly and reached out, to brush his fingertips against Don Flack’s forehead. The cut there wasn’t big or deep, and the medics at the crime scene had taken care of it, but Sheldon still couldn’t hide the flicker of worry he felt when looking at his coworker.
Flack flinched away before Sheldon could make the contact, and Sheldon got the hint and dropped his hand to his side again.
“I hear that Mac gave you his guest room,” Don said, not answering Sheldon’s question.
“Yeah,” Sheldon replied, allowing his relief over that to distract him from Don’s admittedly minor injury. “He did.”
Don nodded and somehow managed to grin that didn’t look like a grin, but more like a grimace. “Never take the remote from him,” he advised. “He hates that.”
He clapped a hand on Sheldon’s shoulder and left, and Sheldon could only stare after him and wonder how Don knew about Mac’s remote habits.
~*+*~
“Hey,” Danny greeted as he hobbled closer. “You okay, Hawkes?”
Sheldon nodded without looking up from his trace analysis. “Yeah,” he said. “I’m fine.”
Danny fiddled with his cane. “I heard what happened,” he said, not beating around the bush, even as he was unable to look Sheldon straight into the face.
Sheldon nodded. He’d expected something like that to happen. Gossip spread quickly through the lab, and if he was honest, it was surprising him that it had taken Danny three days to find out about the whole thing.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” Danny asked, his voice quiet but intense.
Sheldon’s shoulders moved in an uncomfortable shrug. “What was I supposed to say?” he asked resignedly. “Come on, Danny. You have enough on your plate without…”
“Without what?” Danny asked and finally looked Sheldon in the face, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he wanted to challenge Sheldon.
“Without having to know about how stupid I was,” Sheldon ended his sentence matter-of-factly. He refused to take on Danny’s challenge. He knew he was right – Danny had to deal with the aftermath of the shooting that had left him temporarily paralyzed, plus, he was newly married and had a new kid to take care of.
Danny sighed and shifted carefully from one foot to the other. “Ah well,” he murmured, conceding the point. “Mac’s not a bad guy to live with. Just don’t get between him and his coffee first thing in the morning. And don’t get his kitchen stuff in disorder, he’ll get that little frown.” He lifted his free hand to rub it over his own forehead, indicating where Mac’s frown would appear when he was displaying disapproval. Sheldon hated to admit that he knew exactly what Danny was talking about. He’d been on the wrong end of that frown before.
He shook his head. “Okay,” he said. “How do you know how Mac reacts to people moving stuff in his kitchen?”
Danny only laughed and limped off, not giving Sheldon an answer.
~*+*~
A week had gone by, and Sheldon had quickly figured out that both Flack and Danny had been right. Mac needed a cup of coffee in the morning to be social enough to say “good morning”, he had a carefully-thought-out system in his kitchen drawers and cupboards, and when watching TV, he always kept the remote close to himself.
He still had no idea how Flack and Danny had found out those things about Mac, and his curiosity about it only grew with every day that he got to observe his boss off the clock.
He was a CSI, after all. Being curious was his job.
However, he found no opportunity to ask either Mac or Flack or Danny about it, and the days went by and normalcy – or what counted for it – returned to the crime lab.
He’d almost forgotten about it when he returned to Mac’s apartment one night, tired after a long day at the lab, only to figure out that Mac had visitors.
“Hey,” Danny grinned when he saw Hawkes. He was sprawled over the couch, the remote to the TV next to him, a glass of wine on the small table in front of him.
“Hey,” Hawkes replied. “What are you doing?”
“Holding on to the remote for Donnie,” Danny replied. “While Mac is distracted.”
“Distracted?” Sheldon asked, as he sat down next to Danny. “What is he doing?”
“Making sure Don isn’t messing with his kitchen,” Danny said with a grin. “I’d be more concerned that he’s messing with the pizza.”
“I heard that,” Don called out from behind them, and Sheldon twisted half around to look at the lanky detective who was entering the room with a grin and with a pizza box in his hands. “Watch out, Messer!”
Danny laughed and shifted, to make room for Don on the couch. “Yeah, yeah,” he said, a grin in his voice. “What do you want to watch?”
“Rangers game,” Flack replied promptly. “Have some pizza, Doc.”
Sheldon laughed as he grabbed a slice and leaned back. He let the sound of their voices wash over him as he observed them interact – Mac wandered in as soon as he, presumably, had made sure his kitchen was unharmed – and took the chair, after snagging the remote from Danny’s hand.
They shared an easy camaraderie, even more than they did on the job, Sheldon thought as he took another slice of pizza and chewed slowly. It was a friendship that had survived so many things that it seemed indestructible.
And yet, Sheldon knew that they had had their problems in the past – in the very recent past, with Flack slowly but surely falling apart after Angell’s death, but right now, there was no sign of that. Don Flack was relaxed and smiling while trying to explain something to Mac, his hands moving animatedly and almost knocking Danny’s glasses off as he got more and more excited.
It was one of the most relaxing evenings Sheldon Hawkes had had in a long time, and when Danny decided to head home, to his wife and kid, he excused himself and retreated to Mac’s guest room. He had an early morning the next day and needed the sleep.
He’d assumed that Flack would head home soon after, but when he woke up in the middle of the night and got up for a glass of water, he could hear soft moans coming from Mac’s room.
Soft moans in a more than familiar voice.
A smile curved Sheldon’s lips as he went back to bed. It had been a display of trust on Mac’s part, to let him into his apartment. Sheldon wouldn’t break that trust by letting anyone know what he’d overheard tonight.
But maybe, he thought as he pulled the blankets up again, it was time to seriously start looking for his own apartment.
~end.
Author: Kathie
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: hints of Mac/Flack
Rating: FRT-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, never was, never will be, or there wouldn’t be a marriage and disappearing scars.
Spoilers: It happened to me
Word Count: 1144 words
Summary: Flack and Danny both give Hawkes advice when he moves in with Mac, and Hawkes starts to wonder about how they could possibly know these things…
Author's Notes: Takes place after "It Happened To Me".
“Are you okay?” Sheldon asked quietly and reached out, to brush his fingertips against Don Flack’s forehead. The cut there wasn’t big or deep, and the medics at the crime scene had taken care of it, but Sheldon still couldn’t hide the flicker of worry he felt when looking at his coworker.
Flack flinched away before Sheldon could make the contact, and Sheldon got the hint and dropped his hand to his side again.
“I hear that Mac gave you his guest room,” Don said, not answering Sheldon’s question.
“Yeah,” Sheldon replied, allowing his relief over that to distract him from Don’s admittedly minor injury. “He did.”
Don nodded and somehow managed to grin that didn’t look like a grin, but more like a grimace. “Never take the remote from him,” he advised. “He hates that.”
He clapped a hand on Sheldon’s shoulder and left, and Sheldon could only stare after him and wonder how Don knew about Mac’s remote habits.
~*+*~
“Hey,” Danny greeted as he hobbled closer. “You okay, Hawkes?”
Sheldon nodded without looking up from his trace analysis. “Yeah,” he said. “I’m fine.”
Danny fiddled with his cane. “I heard what happened,” he said, not beating around the bush, even as he was unable to look Sheldon straight into the face.
Sheldon nodded. He’d expected something like that to happen. Gossip spread quickly through the lab, and if he was honest, it was surprising him that it had taken Danny three days to find out about the whole thing.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” Danny asked, his voice quiet but intense.
Sheldon’s shoulders moved in an uncomfortable shrug. “What was I supposed to say?” he asked resignedly. “Come on, Danny. You have enough on your plate without…”
“Without what?” Danny asked and finally looked Sheldon in the face, his eyes narrowed slightly, as if he wanted to challenge Sheldon.
“Without having to know about how stupid I was,” Sheldon ended his sentence matter-of-factly. He refused to take on Danny’s challenge. He knew he was right – Danny had to deal with the aftermath of the shooting that had left him temporarily paralyzed, plus, he was newly married and had a new kid to take care of.
Danny sighed and shifted carefully from one foot to the other. “Ah well,” he murmured, conceding the point. “Mac’s not a bad guy to live with. Just don’t get between him and his coffee first thing in the morning. And don’t get his kitchen stuff in disorder, he’ll get that little frown.” He lifted his free hand to rub it over his own forehead, indicating where Mac’s frown would appear when he was displaying disapproval. Sheldon hated to admit that he knew exactly what Danny was talking about. He’d been on the wrong end of that frown before.
He shook his head. “Okay,” he said. “How do you know how Mac reacts to people moving stuff in his kitchen?”
Danny only laughed and limped off, not giving Sheldon an answer.
~*+*~
A week had gone by, and Sheldon had quickly figured out that both Flack and Danny had been right. Mac needed a cup of coffee in the morning to be social enough to say “good morning”, he had a carefully-thought-out system in his kitchen drawers and cupboards, and when watching TV, he always kept the remote close to himself.
He still had no idea how Flack and Danny had found out those things about Mac, and his curiosity about it only grew with every day that he got to observe his boss off the clock.
He was a CSI, after all. Being curious was his job.
However, he found no opportunity to ask either Mac or Flack or Danny about it, and the days went by and normalcy – or what counted for it – returned to the crime lab.
He’d almost forgotten about it when he returned to Mac’s apartment one night, tired after a long day at the lab, only to figure out that Mac had visitors.
“Hey,” Danny grinned when he saw Hawkes. He was sprawled over the couch, the remote to the TV next to him, a glass of wine on the small table in front of him.
“Hey,” Hawkes replied. “What are you doing?”
“Holding on to the remote for Donnie,” Danny replied. “While Mac is distracted.”
“Distracted?” Sheldon asked, as he sat down next to Danny. “What is he doing?”
“Making sure Don isn’t messing with his kitchen,” Danny said with a grin. “I’d be more concerned that he’s messing with the pizza.”
“I heard that,” Don called out from behind them, and Sheldon twisted half around to look at the lanky detective who was entering the room with a grin and with a pizza box in his hands. “Watch out, Messer!”
Danny laughed and shifted, to make room for Don on the couch. “Yeah, yeah,” he said, a grin in his voice. “What do you want to watch?”
“Rangers game,” Flack replied promptly. “Have some pizza, Doc.”
Sheldon laughed as he grabbed a slice and leaned back. He let the sound of their voices wash over him as he observed them interact – Mac wandered in as soon as he, presumably, had made sure his kitchen was unharmed – and took the chair, after snagging the remote from Danny’s hand.
They shared an easy camaraderie, even more than they did on the job, Sheldon thought as he took another slice of pizza and chewed slowly. It was a friendship that had survived so many things that it seemed indestructible.
And yet, Sheldon knew that they had had their problems in the past – in the very recent past, with Flack slowly but surely falling apart after Angell’s death, but right now, there was no sign of that. Don Flack was relaxed and smiling while trying to explain something to Mac, his hands moving animatedly and almost knocking Danny’s glasses off as he got more and more excited.
It was one of the most relaxing evenings Sheldon Hawkes had had in a long time, and when Danny decided to head home, to his wife and kid, he excused himself and retreated to Mac’s guest room. He had an early morning the next day and needed the sleep.
He’d assumed that Flack would head home soon after, but when he woke up in the middle of the night and got up for a glass of water, he could hear soft moans coming from Mac’s room.
Soft moans in a more than familiar voice.
A smile curved Sheldon’s lips as he went back to bed. It had been a display of trust on Mac’s part, to let him into his apartment. Sheldon wouldn’t break that trust by letting anyone know what he’d overheard tonight.
But maybe, he thought as he pulled the blankets up again, it was time to seriously start looking for his own apartment.
~end.
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Date: 2009-12-20 03:41 pm (UTC)You did an absolutely great job. *hugs tight*
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Date: 2009-12-20 03:48 pm (UTC)*hugs you more* thank you. :) I really enjoyed writing for CSINY again...*laughs* I should do it more often, huh? :))
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