Flack/Angell - Second First Impressions
Fandom: CSI:NY
Title: Second First Impressions
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13 // FRT
Characters: Don Flack/Jessica Angell
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Flack and Angell get stuck together on a stakeout neither of them are looking forward to.
Author's Note: Written for zeldaophelia for a ficathon at hetfic. Set pre-series.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. I'm just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
“You gotta be kidding me.”
“No. No way.”
“Did I make it sound like either of you have a choice?” The captain barked over his desk at the two uniforms in front of him. Flack’s eyes narrowed as he glanced over at the woman next to him, trying not to say what he really wanted to say about the whole situation. It was hard enough that they butted heads when they were stuck in the same crime scene, being stuck in the same car for hours on end was going to be way worse. He understood the high risk of the situation-this guy needed to be caught, and a stakeout may be the only way to catch the guy-but he didn’t understand why he needed to be partnered with Angell of all people.
“Captain, with all due respect-”
“Don’t ‘Captain’ me, Angell,” he said with a sigh. “I don’t care what beef you two got between you. Get over it, get your asses in that car, and do your goddamn jobs. Capiche?”
“Yes, sir,” she sighed softly. The captain waved a hand at them, silently dismissing them, and the two of them both got up from their seats and made it to the door, before Angell muttered under her breath.
“Well. This should be great.”
“You’re tellin’ me.”
***
And then there was silence.
Stakeouts, generally, were filled with it. Long pauses, when people ran out of things to talk about, but those were usually comfortable silences. Angell hadn’t said word one to him from the moment she got in the car, and while that was normal for them, by the time they reached three hours in, Flack was ready to start climbing the walls. He needed someone to say something, otherwise he was going to lose it completely. Taking another sip of his coffee, he leaned back in the seat and glanced over at her.
“Can I ask you something?”
Angell was quiet for a moment, and when she responded, she didn’t bother to look up from the magazine in front of her. “You can ask. I can’t guarantee I’ll answer.”
Flack rolled his eyes a bit, before looking over at her with a shrug. “Why do you hate me so much? Just out of curiosity. Because I can’t think of anything that I ever did to you to piss you off.”
Angell looked up, staring at the dashboard for a moment, before dropping her magazine down into her lap and turning to face him. “You really want to have this conversation now of all times?”
“Can you think of a better one? We’re stuck here together and we’ve still got nine hours on the clock, so it’s not like we’ll be able to get out of here anytime soon.” Flack ran a hand over his face as he slumped in his chair. “I figure that even if we don’t get the guy, maybe something else will come out of this.”
Angell was quiet again, considering for a moment, before she leaned back against the seat, still facing him. “It wasn’t you. It was your dad.”
“My dad?” Flack frowned. “What did my dad do to you?”
She shook her head. “I’m not even sure anymore, but we just never managed to get along. And then I keep hearing around the precinct about how you were just like your old man, and I guess I braced myself for the worst.”
Flack sighed, leaning back in the seat and closing his eyes. “And when you did that, I automatically got the worst.”
“Sorry,” she said with a hesitant shrug. “I just figured-like father, like son.”
He actually hated it when people did that, at least in a work situation. He liked to think that he and his father were nothing alike when it came to personal relations with people. He tended to manage them better, if anything else. What he really hated was when people tried to judge him on it, and while what he wanted to yell that right back at her, that wasn’t going to get him anywhere. It was a misunderstanding. The least he could do was treat it that way.
“Think we could start over?” he asked, turning back to face her again. “Just-clean slate kind of thing?”
She considered for a moment, before nodding and extending a hand to him. “Jess Angell.”
“Don Flack,” he said as he shook her hand. “Nice to meet you.”
Title: Second First Impressions
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13 // FRT
Characters: Don Flack/Jessica Angell
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Flack and Angell get stuck together on a stakeout neither of them are looking forward to.
Author's Note: Written for zeldaophelia for a ficathon at hetfic. Set pre-series.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. I'm just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
“You gotta be kidding me.”
“No. No way.”
“Did I make it sound like either of you have a choice?” The captain barked over his desk at the two uniforms in front of him. Flack’s eyes narrowed as he glanced over at the woman next to him, trying not to say what he really wanted to say about the whole situation. It was hard enough that they butted heads when they were stuck in the same crime scene, being stuck in the same car for hours on end was going to be way worse. He understood the high risk of the situation-this guy needed to be caught, and a stakeout may be the only way to catch the guy-but he didn’t understand why he needed to be partnered with Angell of all people.
“Captain, with all due respect-”
“Don’t ‘Captain’ me, Angell,” he said with a sigh. “I don’t care what beef you two got between you. Get over it, get your asses in that car, and do your goddamn jobs. Capiche?”
“Yes, sir,” she sighed softly. The captain waved a hand at them, silently dismissing them, and the two of them both got up from their seats and made it to the door, before Angell muttered under her breath.
“Well. This should be great.”
“You’re tellin’ me.”
***
And then there was silence.
Stakeouts, generally, were filled with it. Long pauses, when people ran out of things to talk about, but those were usually comfortable silences. Angell hadn’t said word one to him from the moment she got in the car, and while that was normal for them, by the time they reached three hours in, Flack was ready to start climbing the walls. He needed someone to say something, otherwise he was going to lose it completely. Taking another sip of his coffee, he leaned back in the seat and glanced over at her.
“Can I ask you something?”
Angell was quiet for a moment, and when she responded, she didn’t bother to look up from the magazine in front of her. “You can ask. I can’t guarantee I’ll answer.”
Flack rolled his eyes a bit, before looking over at her with a shrug. “Why do you hate me so much? Just out of curiosity. Because I can’t think of anything that I ever did to you to piss you off.”
Angell looked up, staring at the dashboard for a moment, before dropping her magazine down into her lap and turning to face him. “You really want to have this conversation now of all times?”
“Can you think of a better one? We’re stuck here together and we’ve still got nine hours on the clock, so it’s not like we’ll be able to get out of here anytime soon.” Flack ran a hand over his face as he slumped in his chair. “I figure that even if we don’t get the guy, maybe something else will come out of this.”
Angell was quiet again, considering for a moment, before she leaned back against the seat, still facing him. “It wasn’t you. It was your dad.”
“My dad?” Flack frowned. “What did my dad do to you?”
She shook her head. “I’m not even sure anymore, but we just never managed to get along. And then I keep hearing around the precinct about how you were just like your old man, and I guess I braced myself for the worst.”
Flack sighed, leaning back in the seat and closing his eyes. “And when you did that, I automatically got the worst.”
“Sorry,” she said with a hesitant shrug. “I just figured-like father, like son.”
He actually hated it when people did that, at least in a work situation. He liked to think that he and his father were nothing alike when it came to personal relations with people. He tended to manage them better, if anything else. What he really hated was when people tried to judge him on it, and while what he wanted to yell that right back at her, that wasn’t going to get him anywhere. It was a misunderstanding. The least he could do was treat it that way.
“Think we could start over?” he asked, turning back to face her again. “Just-clean slate kind of thing?”
She considered for a moment, before nodding and extending a hand to him. “Jess Angell.”
“Don Flack,” he said as he shook her hand. “Nice to meet you.”