CSI:NY drabbles: 24 Hours, 3:00 a.m. - 7:00 a.m.
Title: 3:00 a.m. - 7:00 a.m.
Series: 24 Hours
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing/Characters: The CSIs, Flack/Angell
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100 per drabble
Summary: The New York crime lab is always open.
3:00 a.m. - Stella
At three A.M., Stella’s lying awake in her apartment. The bloodstain, the one the cleaners haven’t been able to get out yet, is sulking in a dark malevolent cloud in front of the closet, and maybe it’s her imagination, but she feels like it’s watching her, silently eyeing her from across the room.
She wonders whose blood it is-hers or Frankie’s.
She wonders if it matters.
She’s almost relieved when she gets the call from Flack asking her to come in. It’s better than hiding from a bloodstain in her apartment, and she’s too keyed up to sleep anyway.
4:00 a.m. - Lindsey
At four A.M., Lindsey’s trying to stifle a yawn as she accepts a flashlight from a uniformed officer on scene. Flack’s got coffee and one-liners, and right now she’s glad of both. He’s wide awake, as usual. She wonders when he sleeps.
Lindsey yawns again as Danny joins her, hair rumpled and looking like he just rolled out of bed.
“What’ve we got, Montana?”
“White male in his thirties, single gunshot wound to the head, execution style.” Lindsey’s hands are cold, more from weariness than from temperature, as she points to the canvas jacket. “So much for breakfast, I guess.”
5:00 a.m. - Mac
At five A.M., Mac’s alarm goes off.
He turns over, and when it doesn’t stop by itself, reaches over grudgingly and shuts it off. Getting up at the crack of dawn is getting harder and harder as he gets older, loathe as he is to admit it.
He forces himself to get up, eat, and walk down the street to the Y for a swim. Shower, muffin, taxi. He really wants oatmeal. He’ll have to remember to go shopping soon.
It’s the first morning he hasn’t woken up thinking about work, and it’s funny, but the sun seems brighter today.
6:00 a.m. - Flack
At six A.M., Flack’s day takes a turn for the better when Detective Angell walks in with muffins and paperwork. The paperwork’s not for him, but she manages to find her way over to his desk anyway, just to say hi.
Flack finds his face getting warm as she gives him her special knowing smile, the one she seems to reserve just for him these days, and immediately feels foolish.
“Hey, Flack.”
“Hey yourself.”
Angell ignores his sudden ineptitude and holds up a muffin, leaning against his desk casually. “Breakfast?” she suggests.
It’s the best idea he’s heard all day.
7:00 a.m. - Stella
At seven A.M., Mac frowns at Stella as she enters his office, his sharp gaze roving over her face. “You look terrible.”
Stella tries for humor. “You couldn’t be gallant just this once and say I’ve never looked better?”
Mac doesn’t smile. “Rough night?” The pen in his fingers taps against the case file, but his eyes don’t leave the dark circles under hers.
She sighs, collapsing into the empty chair in front of his desk. “A little,” she admits.
“When Claire…” Mac hesitates, then changes his mind. “You know where I live.”
There’s nothing she can say to that.
Series: 24 Hours
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing/Characters: The CSIs, Flack/Angell
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100 per drabble
Summary: The New York crime lab is always open.
3:00 a.m. - Stella
At three A.M., Stella’s lying awake in her apartment. The bloodstain, the one the cleaners haven’t been able to get out yet, is sulking in a dark malevolent cloud in front of the closet, and maybe it’s her imagination, but she feels like it’s watching her, silently eyeing her from across the room.
She wonders whose blood it is-hers or Frankie’s.
She wonders if it matters.
She’s almost relieved when she gets the call from Flack asking her to come in. It’s better than hiding from a bloodstain in her apartment, and she’s too keyed up to sleep anyway.
4:00 a.m. - Lindsey
At four A.M., Lindsey’s trying to stifle a yawn as she accepts a flashlight from a uniformed officer on scene. Flack’s got coffee and one-liners, and right now she’s glad of both. He’s wide awake, as usual. She wonders when he sleeps.
Lindsey yawns again as Danny joins her, hair rumpled and looking like he just rolled out of bed.
“What’ve we got, Montana?”
“White male in his thirties, single gunshot wound to the head, execution style.” Lindsey’s hands are cold, more from weariness than from temperature, as she points to the canvas jacket. “So much for breakfast, I guess.”
5:00 a.m. - Mac
At five A.M., Mac’s alarm goes off.
He turns over, and when it doesn’t stop by itself, reaches over grudgingly and shuts it off. Getting up at the crack of dawn is getting harder and harder as he gets older, loathe as he is to admit it.
He forces himself to get up, eat, and walk down the street to the Y for a swim. Shower, muffin, taxi. He really wants oatmeal. He’ll have to remember to go shopping soon.
It’s the first morning he hasn’t woken up thinking about work, and it’s funny, but the sun seems brighter today.
6:00 a.m. - Flack
At six A.M., Flack’s day takes a turn for the better when Detective Angell walks in with muffins and paperwork. The paperwork’s not for him, but she manages to find her way over to his desk anyway, just to say hi.
Flack finds his face getting warm as she gives him her special knowing smile, the one she seems to reserve just for him these days, and immediately feels foolish.
“Hey, Flack.”
“Hey yourself.”
Angell ignores his sudden ineptitude and holds up a muffin, leaning against his desk casually. “Breakfast?” she suggests.
It’s the best idea he’s heard all day.
7:00 a.m. - Stella
At seven A.M., Mac frowns at Stella as she enters his office, his sharp gaze roving over her face. “You look terrible.”
Stella tries for humor. “You couldn’t be gallant just this once and say I’ve never looked better?”
Mac doesn’t smile. “Rough night?” The pen in his fingers taps against the case file, but his eyes don’t leave the dark circles under hers.
She sighs, collapsing into the empty chair in front of his desk. “A little,” she admits.
“When Claire…” Mac hesitates, then changes his mind. “You know where I live.”
There’s nothing she can say to that.