Victimized Hearts - Flack/Monroe - NC17 - Interlude
Title: Victimized Hearts
Category: CSI: NY
Rating: NC17
Genre: Mystery/Romance
Pairing: Don Flack/Lindsay Monroe
Word Count: 1,406
Summary: The relationship between two partners comes under curiosity when they're both attacked. Life outside the lab has its own twists and turns that are about to be unraveled.
Previous: Part One, Interlude, Part Two,
Interlude
-Eleven Months Earlier-
Sitting at their favorite pizza place, she couldn't help but grin. Larry, owner and cook, had already waved at them when they arrived, calling out their order before they could; it was always the same. Lisa, the fifteen year old waitress who blushed every time she served them set down a chilled bottle of beer in front of each of them, smiled and hurried off to the other tables.
Rolling up his sleeves, he bent his elbows on the table and leaned forward. "Five bucks says he spells out something on our pizza with the pepperoni."
She laughed. "That's a fool's bet. I know he'll spell something. What he'll spell though..." She mimicked his position, smiling. "I bet it's a shape of some kind. Something cheesy like a heart with an arrow through it."
"Ah, Larry's not that biguva sap. All right, I say he writes the obvious. Happy Anniversary."
She quirked a brow, chuckling. "Who would've thought you and Larry were so big on the one month..."
"Eh, a month ago you were sure this wouldn't go anywhere. Now look at us. We gotta place and a 'usual.'" He wiggled his eyebrows.
Rolling her eyes, she shook her head. "You're getting pretty sure of yourself, Detective."
"It's my job... I have to know what's gonna happen beforehand. No room for mistakes."
"Yeah?" She lifted a brow. "So you were absolutely positive this would work out? No doubts at all?"
Reaching across the table, he took her hand, turning it over to stroke her palm with his thumb. "I had a pretty good idea."
She felt a sigh well in her throat but swallowed it. Steadying her voice, she asked, "And what gave you that idea?"
"Besides that you were constantly checking me out?" he teased, smirking.
She laughed. "I was not..."
"Very unprofessional," he reprimanded jokingly, threading their fingers. "I might have to get you writ up for it, now that I think about it."
She laughed. "If we're writing each other up for any unprofessional behavior, you better believe you're doing worse than me."
He grinned. "Yeah, but can they really blame me?"
She felt a flush to her cheeks but lifted her brow and took a long drink of her beer to cool herself down.
He smiled, playing with her fingers absently. "See? What'd I tell you? You're not so unaffected by my New York charm as you thought you were."
"Is that what that was? New York charm?"
He laughed. "It's as good as it gets. You better get used to it. I'll be charming you as long as I can."
Her pulse thrummed and her body warmed. "Is that a promise?"
He stared at her, warm blue eyes penetrating her. "You know it."
Larry interrupted them with a nice big pizza. "Hey..." he exclaimed, setting it down before them. "This is a Larry-special, all right? You two kids better like it."
"Last I checked, I had ID and a badge. Not even my pop calls me a kid anymore," he returned good-naturedly.
"Ah, compared to me you're a pipsqueak."
His eyes widened and he shared an amused look with her. "That right?"
"Eat your food, kid. You got a pretty girl in front of ya and you're wasting your breath on me." Larry turned to her, winking. "You ever get sick of him, you know where to find me. I own my own business, y'know?" He grinned.
She laughed, nodding. "I'll definitely look you up."
"Hey," he protested, jokingly glaring up at Larry. "Watch it. Girl's taken."
Larry lifted his hands in mock-surrender before nodding his head for them to dig in and going back to his position in the kitchen.
Both of them turned toward the pizza simultaneously, still grinning.
"See," they both exclaimed.
Shaped on top in pepperoni was a large heart with the words "Happy 1 Month," written inside.
They shared a laugh, shaking their heads and pulled out a piece each.
The night was spent filled with laughter and banter. She loved hearing his stories about when he was growing up, he always used his arms to emphasize things and his eyes would widen, drawing her into the deep blue that always made her lips curve at the corners. They finished off a couple beers each and despite how much he could eat, there was still a good few slices of pizza leftover that they had put away to take home. He took her hand as they left, waving goodbye to Larry and the young waitress who smiled at them.
A cab was in their future, dropping her off at her apartment first. Before she could climb out, he tugged on her hand and drew her back in. They stared at each other a moment, her breath speeding up a fraction with each passing second. He licked his lips and then kissed her, putting all the passion she'd ever seen him display into that one lingering kiss. She sighed, eyes falling shut, her body losing the energy to do much more than lean closer. She felt his hand at her cheek, his thumb stroking her skin lightly while his fingers were tangled in her hair. She forgot to breathe she was so caught up in the slant of his lips, the enticing draw of his tongue, the way his nose brushed against hers. When they finally pulled apart, she felt drowsy. And the not-so-professional part of her mind had to ask, just as it did every time he kissed her, why she'd ever put off his suggestion of them giving it a try?
He smiled at her, leaned forward and kissed her cheek goodbye. "See you at work tomorrow."
She nodded, unable to form words at the moment. Climbing out of the car, she held the Styrofoam container with their pizza inside against her stomach and watched the cab drive away. Biting her lip, she grinned. So he was right; they could make this work. She'd never been happier to be wrong in her life.
[Next: Part Three.]
Category: CSI: NY
Rating: NC17
Genre: Mystery/Romance
Pairing: Don Flack/Lindsay Monroe
Word Count: 1,406
Summary: The relationship between two partners comes under curiosity when they're both attacked. Life outside the lab has its own twists and turns that are about to be unraveled.
Previous: Part One, Interlude, Part Two,
Interlude
-Eleven Months Earlier-
Sitting at their favorite pizza place, she couldn't help but grin. Larry, owner and cook, had already waved at them when they arrived, calling out their order before they could; it was always the same. Lisa, the fifteen year old waitress who blushed every time she served them set down a chilled bottle of beer in front of each of them, smiled and hurried off to the other tables.
Rolling up his sleeves, he bent his elbows on the table and leaned forward. "Five bucks says he spells out something on our pizza with the pepperoni."
She laughed. "That's a fool's bet. I know he'll spell something. What he'll spell though..." She mimicked his position, smiling. "I bet it's a shape of some kind. Something cheesy like a heart with an arrow through it."
"Ah, Larry's not that biguva sap. All right, I say he writes the obvious. Happy Anniversary."
She quirked a brow, chuckling. "Who would've thought you and Larry were so big on the one month..."
"Eh, a month ago you were sure this wouldn't go anywhere. Now look at us. We gotta place and a 'usual.'" He wiggled his eyebrows.
Rolling her eyes, she shook her head. "You're getting pretty sure of yourself, Detective."
"It's my job... I have to know what's gonna happen beforehand. No room for mistakes."
"Yeah?" She lifted a brow. "So you were absolutely positive this would work out? No doubts at all?"
Reaching across the table, he took her hand, turning it over to stroke her palm with his thumb. "I had a pretty good idea."
She felt a sigh well in her throat but swallowed it. Steadying her voice, she asked, "And what gave you that idea?"
"Besides that you were constantly checking me out?" he teased, smirking.
She laughed. "I was not..."
"Very unprofessional," he reprimanded jokingly, threading their fingers. "I might have to get you writ up for it, now that I think about it."
She laughed. "If we're writing each other up for any unprofessional behavior, you better believe you're doing worse than me."
He grinned. "Yeah, but can they really blame me?"
She felt a flush to her cheeks but lifted her brow and took a long drink of her beer to cool herself down.
He smiled, playing with her fingers absently. "See? What'd I tell you? You're not so unaffected by my New York charm as you thought you were."
"Is that what that was? New York charm?"
He laughed. "It's as good as it gets. You better get used to it. I'll be charming you as long as I can."
Her pulse thrummed and her body warmed. "Is that a promise?"
He stared at her, warm blue eyes penetrating her. "You know it."
Larry interrupted them with a nice big pizza. "Hey..." he exclaimed, setting it down before them. "This is a Larry-special, all right? You two kids better like it."
"Last I checked, I had ID and a badge. Not even my pop calls me a kid anymore," he returned good-naturedly.
"Ah, compared to me you're a pipsqueak."
His eyes widened and he shared an amused look with her. "That right?"
"Eat your food, kid. You got a pretty girl in front of ya and you're wasting your breath on me." Larry turned to her, winking. "You ever get sick of him, you know where to find me. I own my own business, y'know?" He grinned.
She laughed, nodding. "I'll definitely look you up."
"Hey," he protested, jokingly glaring up at Larry. "Watch it. Girl's taken."
Larry lifted his hands in mock-surrender before nodding his head for them to dig in and going back to his position in the kitchen.
Both of them turned toward the pizza simultaneously, still grinning.
"See," they both exclaimed.
Shaped on top in pepperoni was a large heart with the words "Happy 1 Month," written inside.
They shared a laugh, shaking their heads and pulled out a piece each.
The night was spent filled with laughter and banter. She loved hearing his stories about when he was growing up, he always used his arms to emphasize things and his eyes would widen, drawing her into the deep blue that always made her lips curve at the corners. They finished off a couple beers each and despite how much he could eat, there was still a good few slices of pizza leftover that they had put away to take home. He took her hand as they left, waving goodbye to Larry and the young waitress who smiled at them.
A cab was in their future, dropping her off at her apartment first. Before she could climb out, he tugged on her hand and drew her back in. They stared at each other a moment, her breath speeding up a fraction with each passing second. He licked his lips and then kissed her, putting all the passion she'd ever seen him display into that one lingering kiss. She sighed, eyes falling shut, her body losing the energy to do much more than lean closer. She felt his hand at her cheek, his thumb stroking her skin lightly while his fingers were tangled in her hair. She forgot to breathe she was so caught up in the slant of his lips, the enticing draw of his tongue, the way his nose brushed against hers. When they finally pulled apart, she felt drowsy. And the not-so-professional part of her mind had to ask, just as it did every time he kissed her, why she'd ever put off his suggestion of them giving it a try?
He smiled at her, leaned forward and kissed her cheek goodbye. "See you at work tomorrow."
She nodded, unable to form words at the moment. Climbing out of the car, she held the Styrofoam container with their pizza inside against her stomach and watched the cab drive away. Biting her lip, she grinned. So he was right; they could make this work. She'd never been happier to be wrong in her life.
[Next: Part Three.]