New random little ficlets
Random ficlets based off of prompts from the Random CSI: NY prompt generator. (Soooo much fun! I can't stop playing with it.) They exist cause stellaluna_ poked and whined and fixed them once she got what she wanted. And she started it, writing 1-2 sentence little things for some of them. Maybe more coming if she gets her way.
Don Flack, Jr. / Stella Bonasera / get to the point
"Get to the point, Flack. Or is your point--" she looks pointedly down at his crotch. "a little bit *off* today?" she says with a stern look, cutting him to the quick.
"Oh, real nice, Bonasera. What, did Mac not get on his knees last night?" he snips back, pissed off at her insinuations.
"Guess Danny hasn't had any reasons to get on his either, by the looks of you, Flack," she says, eyes burning with anger.
Ooops, he thinks.
Guess maybe implying that she’s doing Mac is a sore spot with her, since he knows she's not. And honestly, he'd rather she do him, cause this catfighing and lashing out at him has got to stop. One way or another.
Don Flack, Jr. / Stella Bonasera / hear me out
He pounds on her apartment door, heedless of the neighbors who are already not pleased but grudgingly used to commotions coming from the pretty detective's apartment.
"Bonasera!" He pauses for a second, slightly out of breath, before pounding on the door again. "Let me in, dammit! Come on..."
Slowly, he concedes a bit and lightens up on the pounding. "Hear me out, yeah?" Flack says to the unresponsive door.
"Stella! Come on. Please? What more to you want me to do? I said I was sorry. Do I have to get on my knees or something? .... Stella? Dammit!" He sighs mighily, swallowing hard. He's not going to beg, not going to whine. He's just going to sit here until she decides to give him a fair chance. He sits down, folding his legs up, hooks an arm around them and leans his back against the door, banging his head gently against it.
"Dammit.. dammit... dammit..." he mumbles to himself in a rhythm matched by the dull thuds his head is making. He's tried hard not to fuck this one up, told himself that he wouldn’t this time, and it looks like once again, he has.
He sits there for an indeterminate amount of time, long after he's fallen still. He wracks his brain, replaying everything from the last few days in his head trying desperately to figure out what he's done wrong. He's almost to the point of dozing off when he hears the locks quietly turn, a quiet but significant peace offering. He relaxes, levers himself up off the ground, and with a deep breath, places his hand on the doorknob.
Stella Bonasera / Danny Messer / kinda cute
Stella looks down at Danny, covered in neon pink dusting powder and sprawled on his ass in the car impound area. She’s trying desperately not to laugh, wanting to make sure he’s ok, but finds that forming the words is just too much of a challenge at this very second. He’s mumbling to himself, trying to get up without ruining his dusting work on the car door. She reaches down to help him, offering a hand.
“Are you ok, Danny?” she says, trying desperately not to laugh at him. He’s got a thick sheen of powder in his spiky hair, and a fine dusting on his glasses.
“Yeah, yeah. Nothin’ a shower won’t cure, I guess. ‘least it was when I had the coveralls on.” He gets to his feet, hand rubbing through his hair, sending little pink puffs into the air.
Mac appears on the other side of the car, looking over towards Danny. His mouth quirks up into a classic Mac smile, and he looks over the both of them.
“Trying a new look, Danny?” he asks.
Danny looks down, blushing a little. “Ummmmm…. no. Just a little mishap is all. None of the evidence got messed up.”
Mac nods, brining a hand up to his neck, not quite looking at Danny anymore. “Ah… Good. Keep me posted, but go ahead and take a shower first.”
Stella smiles brightly at them, trying not to laugh at the both of them and their palpable tension. It’d be so much easier if they could figure it out. “I dunno Mac, I think he looks kinda cute.”
She can’t suppress a giggle after that, and Mac gets out of there as fast as he can while Danny frowns and looks like he can’t decide whether he’d rather the ground swallow him whole or hit her. He starts to pull the top of the coveralls off, revealing his standard wifebeater tank top underneath. Stella unabashedly watches his muscles move under smooth skin and can’t help but let her mind wander ever so slightly. “I think I’m’a gonna take that shower now. Could you finish the lifts from the door for me?”
“Sure Danny. No problem.” she smiles, imagining what exactly will happen in said shower. Not to mention she wasn't joking-- him getting all messy really was kinda cute.
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Don Flack, Jr. / Stella Bonasera / get to the point
"Get to the point, Flack. Or is your point--" she looks pointedly down at his crotch. "a little bit *off* today?" she says with a stern look, cutting him to the quick.
"Oh, real nice, Bonasera. What, did Mac not get on his knees last night?" he snips back, pissed off at her insinuations.
"Guess Danny hasn't had any reasons to get on his either, by the looks of you, Flack," she says, eyes burning with anger.
Ooops, he thinks.
Guess maybe implying that she’s doing Mac is a sore spot with her, since he knows she's not. And honestly, he'd rather she do him, cause this catfighing and lashing out at him has got to stop. One way or another.
Don Flack, Jr. / Stella Bonasera / hear me out
He pounds on her apartment door, heedless of the neighbors who are already not pleased but grudgingly used to commotions coming from the pretty detective's apartment.
"Bonasera!" He pauses for a second, slightly out of breath, before pounding on the door again. "Let me in, dammit! Come on..."
Slowly, he concedes a bit and lightens up on the pounding. "Hear me out, yeah?" Flack says to the unresponsive door.
"Stella! Come on. Please? What more to you want me to do? I said I was sorry. Do I have to get on my knees or something? .... Stella? Dammit!" He sighs mighily, swallowing hard. He's not going to beg, not going to whine. He's just going to sit here until she decides to give him a fair chance. He sits down, folding his legs up, hooks an arm around them and leans his back against the door, banging his head gently against it.
"Dammit.. dammit... dammit..." he mumbles to himself in a rhythm matched by the dull thuds his head is making. He's tried hard not to fuck this one up, told himself that he wouldn’t this time, and it looks like once again, he has.
He sits there for an indeterminate amount of time, long after he's fallen still. He wracks his brain, replaying everything from the last few days in his head trying desperately to figure out what he's done wrong. He's almost to the point of dozing off when he hears the locks quietly turn, a quiet but significant peace offering. He relaxes, levers himself up off the ground, and with a deep breath, places his hand on the doorknob.
Stella Bonasera / Danny Messer / kinda cute
Stella looks down at Danny, covered in neon pink dusting powder and sprawled on his ass in the car impound area. She’s trying desperately not to laugh, wanting to make sure he’s ok, but finds that forming the words is just too much of a challenge at this very second. He’s mumbling to himself, trying to get up without ruining his dusting work on the car door. She reaches down to help him, offering a hand.
“Are you ok, Danny?” she says, trying desperately not to laugh at him. He’s got a thick sheen of powder in his spiky hair, and a fine dusting on his glasses.
“Yeah, yeah. Nothin’ a shower won’t cure, I guess. ‘least it was when I had the coveralls on.” He gets to his feet, hand rubbing through his hair, sending little pink puffs into the air.
Mac appears on the other side of the car, looking over towards Danny. His mouth quirks up into a classic Mac smile, and he looks over the both of them.
“Trying a new look, Danny?” he asks.
Danny looks down, blushing a little. “Ummmmm…. no. Just a little mishap is all. None of the evidence got messed up.”
Mac nods, brining a hand up to his neck, not quite looking at Danny anymore. “Ah… Good. Keep me posted, but go ahead and take a shower first.”
Stella smiles brightly at them, trying not to laugh at the both of them and their palpable tension. It’d be so much easier if they could figure it out. “I dunno Mac, I think he looks kinda cute.”
She can’t suppress a giggle after that, and Mac gets out of there as fast as he can while Danny frowns and looks like he can’t decide whether he’d rather the ground swallow him whole or hit her. He starts to pull the top of the coveralls off, revealing his standard wifebeater tank top underneath. Stella unabashedly watches his muscles move under smooth skin and can’t help but let her mind wander ever so slightly. “I think I’m’a gonna take that shower now. Could you finish the lifts from the door for me?”
“Sure Danny. No problem.” she smiles, imagining what exactly will happen in said shower. Not to mention she wasn't joking-- him getting all messy really was kinda cute.
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