Fic: Rushing Thoughts
Title: Macaddamian Nutshells: Rush to Judgment: Rushing Thoughts
Author: Ginny
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Mac/Danny/Don
Disclaimer: No one mentioned in here is mine. I'm just borrowing for a short time and promise to return them in once piece. After they watch hockey. All dialogue is directly from the episode.
Rating: FRM
Warnings: Spoilers for Rush to Judgement, threesome
Word Count: 700
Challenge: 10_per_genre Table: Angst Prompt: Isolation
Summary: Expanding on events during Rush to Judgement, Don thinks about what happened
Author's Notes: This series is built on working the relationship of Mac, Danny and Don into episodes and around certain canon events I might not entirely agree with. It's been a long time since I wrote one of these. Many thanks to Mer, Kathie and Dee for the encouragement while writing this one.
Don worked hard on staying calm as he cleared his desk. He wasn't going to wait, that was not how he did things. If the department wasn't going to back him up, he'd ... he didn't know what he would do, if he was being honest with himself. Maybe Mac or Danny would have a suggestion.
He had dealt with it as best as he could, but he couldn't sit there any longer doing crossword puzzles and pretending that he was dealing with what had happened and okay with it. He was being railroaded and he had no idea why, but his belief in the system was wavering.
Dammit! He deserved more than this. He did his job well and he might push at the lines with suspects that he knew deserved it, but he would never hurt a kid. He liked the book. He believed in the book. He followed the rules laid out in the book.
But he would quit before he could be fired or permanently relegated to a desk; he knew that without a shadow of a doubt.
He looked up when Mac walked in but didn't stop cleaning up his desk. It might not be his desk for much longer, but he wasn't going to leave a mess for someone to clean up when he was gone
"You going somewhere, Don?"
"Yep. There's no point in me hanging around pushing papers. Not my style, Mac." He knew it didn't have to be said, Mac knew that as well as he knew that Don believed in the system that they worked for, but he had to say it. He had to believe it if he was going to walk away. And, he was going to walk away. He couldn't stay when he wasn't allowed to be an effective cop.
Mac handed him the folder. "You've been cleared. I just heard. I want you to know, I never doubted you."
"Thanks." Don looked down at the folder in his hands, taking a split second as emotion washed over him. He settled on relief for the moment and let it overshadow the anger about what had happened.. "But, for a long minute there, it felt like everyone else did."
That was what had been the most painful. He knew the CSIs had his back. Mac and Danny, always. Stella too; he would have to buy her a whisk as a thank you. But he'd sat in that station and known that there wasn't anybody who was one hundred percent on his side, not even Jess, who was still annoyed by the accusations thrown at her.
He took the folder and listened as Mac explained what Sid had found. Head down, he thought back over what had happened, wondering what he could have done different. Don tried to imagine how Todd Flemming must have felt and the desperation that had caused him to make that choice.
"What a waste."
"There seems to be a lot of that in this case, " Mac agreed. "Don."
The quiet summons caused Don to lift his head up, pulling him from the grief over what had happened. He reached out and took the badge Mac offered.
He ran his thumb under the familiar numbers and looked up at Mac, a small, melancholic smile on his face. He knew that his lover would know and understand exactly how he was feeling; grief over a bad choice by a young kid, relief over the outcome, the sheer joy that went along with being the holder of that badge, all that and more.
"You know, the Rangers are playing tonight. Catch the third period at that new sports bar on Lafayette?"
Don grinned, his eyes lighting up. If Mac was suggesting hockey, that meant Danny was already there, waiting for them.
"I didn't know you liked hockey."
"I don't."
Don's smile didn't fade at the familiar exchange. Mac didn't, but he and Danny both did. Mac invited him to watch the rest of the game was code for I love you and a sign that everything was right with the world again.
He had his badge, his lovers and hockey. He was sure that he didn't need anything other than that.
End
Author: Ginny
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Mac/Danny/Don
Disclaimer: No one mentioned in here is mine. I'm just borrowing for a short time and promise to return them in once piece. After they watch hockey. All dialogue is directly from the episode.
Rating: FRM
Warnings: Spoilers for Rush to Judgement, threesome
Word Count: 700
Challenge: 10_per_genre Table: Angst Prompt: Isolation
Summary: Expanding on events during Rush to Judgement, Don thinks about what happened
Author's Notes: This series is built on working the relationship of Mac, Danny and Don into episodes and around certain canon events I might not entirely agree with. It's been a long time since I wrote one of these. Many thanks to Mer, Kathie and Dee for the encouragement while writing this one.
Don worked hard on staying calm as he cleared his desk. He wasn't going to wait, that was not how he did things. If the department wasn't going to back him up, he'd ... he didn't know what he would do, if he was being honest with himself. Maybe Mac or Danny would have a suggestion.
He had dealt with it as best as he could, but he couldn't sit there any longer doing crossword puzzles and pretending that he was dealing with what had happened and okay with it. He was being railroaded and he had no idea why, but his belief in the system was wavering.
Dammit! He deserved more than this. He did his job well and he might push at the lines with suspects that he knew deserved it, but he would never hurt a kid. He liked the book. He believed in the book. He followed the rules laid out in the book.
But he would quit before he could be fired or permanently relegated to a desk; he knew that without a shadow of a doubt.
He looked up when Mac walked in but didn't stop cleaning up his desk. It might not be his desk for much longer, but he wasn't going to leave a mess for someone to clean up when he was gone
"You going somewhere, Don?"
"Yep. There's no point in me hanging around pushing papers. Not my style, Mac." He knew it didn't have to be said, Mac knew that as well as he knew that Don believed in the system that they worked for, but he had to say it. He had to believe it if he was going to walk away. And, he was going to walk away. He couldn't stay when he wasn't allowed to be an effective cop.
Mac handed him the folder. "You've been cleared. I just heard. I want you to know, I never doubted you."
"Thanks." Don looked down at the folder in his hands, taking a split second as emotion washed over him. He settled on relief for the moment and let it overshadow the anger about what had happened.. "But, for a long minute there, it felt like everyone else did."
That was what had been the most painful. He knew the CSIs had his back. Mac and Danny, always. Stella too; he would have to buy her a whisk as a thank you. But he'd sat in that station and known that there wasn't anybody who was one hundred percent on his side, not even Jess, who was still annoyed by the accusations thrown at her.
He took the folder and listened as Mac explained what Sid had found. Head down, he thought back over what had happened, wondering what he could have done different. Don tried to imagine how Todd Flemming must have felt and the desperation that had caused him to make that choice.
"What a waste."
"There seems to be a lot of that in this case, " Mac agreed. "Don."
The quiet summons caused Don to lift his head up, pulling him from the grief over what had happened. He reached out and took the badge Mac offered.
He ran his thumb under the familiar numbers and looked up at Mac, a small, melancholic smile on his face. He knew that his lover would know and understand exactly how he was feeling; grief over a bad choice by a young kid, relief over the outcome, the sheer joy that went along with being the holder of that badge, all that and more.
"You know, the Rangers are playing tonight. Catch the third period at that new sports bar on Lafayette?"
Don grinned, his eyes lighting up. If Mac was suggesting hockey, that meant Danny was already there, waiting for them.
"I didn't know you liked hockey."
"I don't."
Don's smile didn't fade at the familiar exchange. Mac didn't, but he and Danny both did. Mac invited him to watch the rest of the game was code for I love you and a sign that everything was right with the world again.
He had his badge, his lovers and hockey. He was sure that he didn't need anything other than that.
End