flack/lindsay for drabbles100
Title: Stay With Me
Characters: Don Flack, Lindsay Monroe
Prompt: 011. Red
Author’s Note: N/A
Rating: T
He pressed his hands to the wound, the deep red blood seeping out between his fingers. Christ. This wasn’t supposed to happen. It was supposed to be a routine arrest, bring the suspect in - harmless, the girlfriend had said. Harmless.
“Lindsay? Hey. C’mon, Lindsay. Ambulance is coming.”
Her hand gripped his forearm fiercely, and he saw a tear fall out of the corner of her eye.
“Don. That’s a lot of blood. I don’t…”
“Means you’re alive, is all. Don’t worry bout it, Monroe. I’ve got it all under control. Just stay with me, okay?”
She had to survive this.
Title: On the Job
Characters: Don Flack, Lindsay Monroe
Prompt: 028. Children
Author’s Note: N/A
Rating: T
“I hate cases like this,” he said in a muffled voice, his head in his hands. Cases with children were never easy ones, but this particular case was really fucking hard. Human trafficking, little kids sold into a life of sexual slavery for profit… Where does that get fun?
Lindsay hesitantly put her arm around his shoulder and leaned against him gently. They weren’t exactly close, but since Flack’s recovery they had become friends. And sometimes, well, sometimes people needed a little human contact to make things seem a little less harsh.
“I know, Don,” she said softly. “I know.”
Title: The Color of Love
Characters: Don Flack, Lindsay Monroe
Prompt: 020. Colourless
Author’s Note: N/A
Rating: T
“I wonder what color love is, Flack.”
Flack tossed his memo book back into the desk drawer and turned to face the CSI. The question had come straight outta the blue; it wasn’t as if he and Monroe discussed love on a regular basis. Honest, she’d be more likely to discuss that sorta shit with Danny than him.
“Don’t think it should have a color myself. Love,” he said, shifting in his chair, “it belongs to everyone, right? A color would take away from that.”
“Maybe we make our own colors, then, out of the blank slate provided,” Lindsay said.
Title: Colorful
Characters: Don Flack, Lindsay Monroe
Prompt: 001. Beginnings
Author’s Note: Continuation of "The Color of Love."
Rating: T
If Lindsay could pinpoint where she and Flack began, it would have to be the day they talked about the color of love. She said things, bold things, things she never would’ve said. She had no idea what made her talk about love, about making their own colors, but she knew that the way Flack looked at her afterwards, she knew that everything would change after that day.
And it had changed. They talked more now. He always smiled at her when they saw each other on the job, and she liked that. What she’d like more was a date.
Title: Revelator
Characters: Don Flack, Lindsay Monroe
Prompt: 007. Days
Author’s Note: For DistractedlyHere on FF.net
Rating: T
It had only been days since the veritable catastrophe where he had lied to Lindsay about cheating on her. To spare her, he thought, because he didn’t love her enough. But Christ, days without Lindsay were getting really hard. He couldn’t do it. Felt like he was dying inside -
“You lied, Don? I spent hours with Kaile crying over… over nothing, because you broke my heart and now it was all for nothing?”
“I’m sorry, Lindsay, I really am. But fact is, I thought I was trying to save you from being hurt, when really it’s me that needs rescuing.”
Title: White Knight
Characters: Don Flack, Lindsay Monroe
Prompt: 013. White
Author’s Note: For DistractedlyHere on FF.net
Rating: T
She tried to ignore the tears falling from her eyes, and brushed them away with the palms of her hands.
“You should just go, then.”
“Oh,” said Flack. “Right. I guess… Well. I feel kinda stupid now for telling you that I need rescuing. Goodnight, Lindsay.”
He walked out of her doorway (out of her life) and she went after him.
“Is that it, Don?”
“I don’t want that to be it.”
“Good, because…I’m no good at this, but. What kind of white knight would I be if I let the man I love walk out if he needed rescuing?”
Title: Heartbreak Hotel
Characters: Don Flack, Lindsay Monroe
Prompt: 003. Ends
Author’s Note: N/A
Rating: T
“If this is where it has to end, then this is where it has to end,” said Flack heavily.
He didn’t want for it to end.
“I’m sorry, Don. It wasn’t supposed to end like this.”
It wasn’t supposed to end at all.
This shit was so fucked up. Neither of them knew exactly why they were breaking up, only that they had fought and now Lindsay was moving back to Montana. Why wasn’t Flack asking, begging, for her not to leave? He didn’t entirely know. He was too proud, maybe.
They both knew that they still loved each other.
Title: The Space Between
Characters: Don Flack, Lindsay Monroe
Prompt: 002. Middles
Author’s Note: N/A
Rating: T
Lindsay lay on the hospital bed, her shirt pushed up to expose her stomach. Flack moved the device over her abdomen and grinned as it caught movement.
“Linds,” he said. “Look. I think it’s an arm.”
He peered closer at the monitor. “It could be a leg, though, I’m not sure.”
She turned her head to the screen, and smiled softly at the shape of her baby. Their baby.
“I think it’s a leg, Don.” She paused. “It was only one night, I’m just…surprised you’re so involved.”
Flack frowned. “I’m not. Lindsay, I love you and our kid. For always.”
Title: And Here's To You
Characters: Don Flack, Lindsay Monroe
Prompt: 010. Years
Author’s Note: N/A
Rating: T
The kid was wasted. There was nothing surprising to either Lindsay or Flack about finding a college kid drunk. The only interesting thing to either of them was that he was blatantly hitting on Lindsay.
“So how’s bout me an’ you go upstairs, pretty? I can go for miles if you know what I mean,” he said, leering.
“I’m all set,” Lindsay replied.
Flack tried to hide his grin as the kid attempted to put his arm around Lindsay. It really was in his best interest to tell the kid to back off.
“See you on the cellblock, Mrs. Robinson.”
Title: Without a Trace
Characters: Don Flack, Lindsay Monroe
Prompt: 085. Missing
Author’s Note: N/A
Rating: T
There was something missing in his life. He didn’t want to admit it, but there was something…off…about his life lately. Flack could hardly concentrate on anything these days. Lindsay had driven him off course when she ended things.
“I think it’s time for a change,” Lindsay said. “I just…I don’t know. You used to say that we were the lucky ones. That we would never have to settle because we had each other.”
“Yeah? So what?”
“Maybe you were wrong.”
He felt like he was lost without a trace without Lindsay in his life. He loved her so goddamn much.
&! crossposted to flack_monroe, csi_ny_fic, and drabbles100.
Characters: Don Flack, Lindsay Monroe
Prompt: 011. Red
Author’s Note: N/A
Rating: T
He pressed his hands to the wound, the deep red blood seeping out between his fingers. Christ. This wasn’t supposed to happen. It was supposed to be a routine arrest, bring the suspect in - harmless, the girlfriend had said. Harmless.
“Lindsay? Hey. C’mon, Lindsay. Ambulance is coming.”
Her hand gripped his forearm fiercely, and he saw a tear fall out of the corner of her eye.
“Don. That’s a lot of blood. I don’t…”
“Means you’re alive, is all. Don’t worry bout it, Monroe. I’ve got it all under control. Just stay with me, okay?”
She had to survive this.
Title: On the Job
Characters: Don Flack, Lindsay Monroe
Prompt: 028. Children
Author’s Note: N/A
Rating: T
“I hate cases like this,” he said in a muffled voice, his head in his hands. Cases with children were never easy ones, but this particular case was really fucking hard. Human trafficking, little kids sold into a life of sexual slavery for profit… Where does that get fun?
Lindsay hesitantly put her arm around his shoulder and leaned against him gently. They weren’t exactly close, but since Flack’s recovery they had become friends. And sometimes, well, sometimes people needed a little human contact to make things seem a little less harsh.
“I know, Don,” she said softly. “I know.”
Title: The Color of Love
Characters: Don Flack, Lindsay Monroe
Prompt: 020. Colourless
Author’s Note: N/A
Rating: T
“I wonder what color love is, Flack.”
Flack tossed his memo book back into the desk drawer and turned to face the CSI. The question had come straight outta the blue; it wasn’t as if he and Monroe discussed love on a regular basis. Honest, she’d be more likely to discuss that sorta shit with Danny than him.
“Don’t think it should have a color myself. Love,” he said, shifting in his chair, “it belongs to everyone, right? A color would take away from that.”
“Maybe we make our own colors, then, out of the blank slate provided,” Lindsay said.
Title: Colorful
Characters: Don Flack, Lindsay Monroe
Prompt: 001. Beginnings
Author’s Note: Continuation of "The Color of Love."
Rating: T
If Lindsay could pinpoint where she and Flack began, it would have to be the day they talked about the color of love. She said things, bold things, things she never would’ve said. She had no idea what made her talk about love, about making their own colors, but she knew that the way Flack looked at her afterwards, she knew that everything would change after that day.
And it had changed. They talked more now. He always smiled at her when they saw each other on the job, and she liked that. What she’d like more was a date.
Title: Revelator
Characters: Don Flack, Lindsay Monroe
Prompt: 007. Days
Author’s Note: For DistractedlyHere on FF.net
Rating: T
It had only been days since the veritable catastrophe where he had lied to Lindsay about cheating on her. To spare her, he thought, because he didn’t love her enough. But Christ, days without Lindsay were getting really hard. He couldn’t do it. Felt like he was dying inside -
“You lied, Don? I spent hours with Kaile crying over… over nothing, because you broke my heart and now it was all for nothing?”
“I’m sorry, Lindsay, I really am. But fact is, I thought I was trying to save you from being hurt, when really it’s me that needs rescuing.”
Title: White Knight
Characters: Don Flack, Lindsay Monroe
Prompt: 013. White
Author’s Note: For DistractedlyHere on FF.net
Rating: T
She tried to ignore the tears falling from her eyes, and brushed them away with the palms of her hands.
“You should just go, then.”
“Oh,” said Flack. “Right. I guess… Well. I feel kinda stupid now for telling you that I need rescuing. Goodnight, Lindsay.”
He walked out of her doorway (out of her life) and she went after him.
“Is that it, Don?”
“I don’t want that to be it.”
“Good, because…I’m no good at this, but. What kind of white knight would I be if I let the man I love walk out if he needed rescuing?”
Title: Heartbreak Hotel
Characters: Don Flack, Lindsay Monroe
Prompt: 003. Ends
Author’s Note: N/A
Rating: T
“If this is where it has to end, then this is where it has to end,” said Flack heavily.
He didn’t want for it to end.
“I’m sorry, Don. It wasn’t supposed to end like this.”
It wasn’t supposed to end at all.
This shit was so fucked up. Neither of them knew exactly why they were breaking up, only that they had fought and now Lindsay was moving back to Montana. Why wasn’t Flack asking, begging, for her not to leave? He didn’t entirely know. He was too proud, maybe.
They both knew that they still loved each other.
Title: The Space Between
Characters: Don Flack, Lindsay Monroe
Prompt: 002. Middles
Author’s Note: N/A
Rating: T
Lindsay lay on the hospital bed, her shirt pushed up to expose her stomach. Flack moved the device over her abdomen and grinned as it caught movement.
“Linds,” he said. “Look. I think it’s an arm.”
He peered closer at the monitor. “It could be a leg, though, I’m not sure.”
She turned her head to the screen, and smiled softly at the shape of her baby. Their baby.
“I think it’s a leg, Don.” She paused. “It was only one night, I’m just…surprised you’re so involved.”
Flack frowned. “I’m not. Lindsay, I love you and our kid. For always.”
Title: And Here's To You
Characters: Don Flack, Lindsay Monroe
Prompt: 010. Years
Author’s Note: N/A
Rating: T
The kid was wasted. There was nothing surprising to either Lindsay or Flack about finding a college kid drunk. The only interesting thing to either of them was that he was blatantly hitting on Lindsay.
“So how’s bout me an’ you go upstairs, pretty? I can go for miles if you know what I mean,” he said, leering.
“I’m all set,” Lindsay replied.
Flack tried to hide his grin as the kid attempted to put his arm around Lindsay. It really was in his best interest to tell the kid to back off.
“See you on the cellblock, Mrs. Robinson.”
Title: Without a Trace
Characters: Don Flack, Lindsay Monroe
Prompt: 085. Missing
Author’s Note: N/A
Rating: T
There was something missing in his life. He didn’t want to admit it, but there was something…off…about his life lately. Flack could hardly concentrate on anything these days. Lindsay had driven him off course when she ended things.
“I think it’s time for a change,” Lindsay said. “I just…I don’t know. You used to say that we were the lucky ones. That we would never have to settle because we had each other.”
“Yeah? So what?”
“Maybe you were wrong.”
He felt like he was lost without a trace without Lindsay in his life. He loved her so goddamn much.
&! crossposted to flack_monroe, csi_ny_fic, and drabbles100.