[J1W] Blood
[Elle is not_myfirstday and is used with permission from her mun who made a request for a Flack/Elle snuggle Fugitives!style. Takes place in the middle of the finale.]
It always hurts when another cop goes down.
The NYPD was kind of like family. You fought for each other, you protected each other, you bled for each other. Whenever a cop went down in the line of duty, you felt it, whether you knew them or not. And when it happened to be a cop that you knew-well, that just made it hurt all the more.
Jess was a little more than a cop that he knew. She was a friend, a good one at that. They came up in the force the same way, parents who were cops and she got that it was just in his blood to do what he did, because she felt the same way. And now she was gone. He’d carried her out of the diner and to the hospital, and he did everything that he could, but in the end, she was still gone and there was nothing that he could do about it.
He trashed his shirt and tie the second he walked in the bedroom and headed straight for the shower. The blood was never going to come out of the shirt-not to his satisfaction, anyway, and he needed to wash off the weight of this day before her went back to work. Mac had told him to go home and get some sleep, but Flack didn’t know how he could. Not when the person who had done this to his friend was still out there. He wasn’t going to be able to sleep until the guys that did this were either behind bars or in the ground, and at this moment, he really wasn’t sure which one he wanted more.
He heard movement in the apartment as he was getting dressed, and what should have been a cheery greeting from Elle if it hadn’t changed mid-sentence to worry when she got to the trash. “Don!”
“It’s not mine.” He had come up behind her, and when she spun around, looking at him with wide eyes. He should have figured she would panic, and he didn’t mean to scare her. He just wanted to get rid of the clothes.
Elle moved closer to him, looking him over as though she needed to prove for herself that the blood wasn’t his, and that he wasn’t injured and hiding it from her. Once she was satisfied that he was in one piece and not lying, she looked up at him again, concerned. “What happened?”
He swallowed slightly at that, before looking way from her, starting to walk away. “Bad day at the office.”
She was quiet for a moment, following him back into the living room and watching him as he sat down on the couch. “How bad?” she asked softly, standing in the doorway.
“One of our detectives was escorting a witness to court for the day, and they stopped for breakfast before they went. Armed suspects drove a truck into the front of the diner and opened fire on everyone in there before kidnapping the witness.” Flack swallowed looking down at his hands. “She took two bullets and died later in the hospital.”
“Oh, God. I’m sorry,” she said softly, making her way over to him. Shifting slightly so that she was kneeling up on the couch next to him, sliding her arms around his neck, and pulling him in closer. “I’m so sorry.”
He slid his arms around her waist, burying his face in her shoulder as he tried to breathe. This year so far had been too much. Between worrying about her, and this unseen threat over their shoulders to everything that had happened with his cases up until now-there were some blows he just wasn’t prepared to take. Angell was one of them, and he didn’t know how to process it.
After a moment, he pulled back from her with a heavy swallow. “I should get back to work. We still haven’t gotten the guys yet.”
Elle glanced down at her watch for a moment, frowning. “Did Mac ask for you to come back?”
“No.” In hindsight, he probably should have lied to her if he wanted to keep working, but maybe there was some part of him that just wanted to be home with her for a little while. “But-”
“It’s late,” she cut him off. “Really late, just-stay for the night. Get some sleep.”
“Elle-”
“For me, okay?” she bit her lip slightly. “I know you want to find them. But you need the sleep.” She paused for a minute, brushing a hand over his face with a small smile. “Don’t need you getting shot on me too.”
He looked back at her for a moment, before nodding, leaning in to kiss her gently. “Yeah, sure. You’re right.”
As much as he hated to admit it.
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It always hurts when another cop goes down.
The NYPD was kind of like family. You fought for each other, you protected each other, you bled for each other. Whenever a cop went down in the line of duty, you felt it, whether you knew them or not. And when it happened to be a cop that you knew-well, that just made it hurt all the more.
Jess was a little more than a cop that he knew. She was a friend, a good one at that. They came up in the force the same way, parents who were cops and she got that it was just in his blood to do what he did, because she felt the same way. And now she was gone. He’d carried her out of the diner and to the hospital, and he did everything that he could, but in the end, she was still gone and there was nothing that he could do about it.
He trashed his shirt and tie the second he walked in the bedroom and headed straight for the shower. The blood was never going to come out of the shirt-not to his satisfaction, anyway, and he needed to wash off the weight of this day before her went back to work. Mac had told him to go home and get some sleep, but Flack didn’t know how he could. Not when the person who had done this to his friend was still out there. He wasn’t going to be able to sleep until the guys that did this were either behind bars or in the ground, and at this moment, he really wasn’t sure which one he wanted more.
He heard movement in the apartment as he was getting dressed, and what should have been a cheery greeting from Elle if it hadn’t changed mid-sentence to worry when she got to the trash. “Don!”
“It’s not mine.” He had come up behind her, and when she spun around, looking at him with wide eyes. He should have figured she would panic, and he didn’t mean to scare her. He just wanted to get rid of the clothes.
Elle moved closer to him, looking him over as though she needed to prove for herself that the blood wasn’t his, and that he wasn’t injured and hiding it from her. Once she was satisfied that he was in one piece and not lying, she looked up at him again, concerned. “What happened?”
He swallowed slightly at that, before looking way from her, starting to walk away. “Bad day at the office.”
She was quiet for a moment, following him back into the living room and watching him as he sat down on the couch. “How bad?” she asked softly, standing in the doorway.
“One of our detectives was escorting a witness to court for the day, and they stopped for breakfast before they went. Armed suspects drove a truck into the front of the diner and opened fire on everyone in there before kidnapping the witness.” Flack swallowed looking down at his hands. “She took two bullets and died later in the hospital.”
“Oh, God. I’m sorry,” she said softly, making her way over to him. Shifting slightly so that she was kneeling up on the couch next to him, sliding her arms around his neck, and pulling him in closer. “I’m so sorry.”
He slid his arms around her waist, burying his face in her shoulder as he tried to breathe. This year so far had been too much. Between worrying about her, and this unseen threat over their shoulders to everything that had happened with his cases up until now-there were some blows he just wasn’t prepared to take. Angell was one of them, and he didn’t know how to process it.
After a moment, he pulled back from her with a heavy swallow. “I should get back to work. We still haven’t gotten the guys yet.”
Elle glanced down at her watch for a moment, frowning. “Did Mac ask for you to come back?”
“No.” In hindsight, he probably should have lied to her if he wanted to keep working, but maybe there was some part of him that just wanted to be home with her for a little while. “But-”
“It’s late,” she cut him off. “Really late, just-stay for the night. Get some sleep.”
“Elle-”
“For me, okay?” she bit her lip slightly. “I know you want to find them. But you need the sleep.” She paused for a minute, brushing a hand over his face with a small smile. “Don’t need you getting shot on me too.”
He looked back at her for a moment, before nodding, leaning in to kiss her gently. “Yeah, sure. You’re right.”
As much as he hated to admit it.
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