[Fic] - A walk in the park 02/? - CSI NY - Flack/Stella
And chapter 2 of my Flack/Stella fic.
Chapter 01 - Understanding
Title: A walk in the park 02
Chapter: 2 - Trusting
Author: Ceindreadh
Fandom: CSI NY
Characters/Pairing: Flack/Stella
Rating: FRT/PG-15
Summary: Flack likes having lunch in the park with Stella
Notes:
Warnings: Spoilers for S4 ep 3 You only die once, S2.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the CSI NY characters, I'm only borrowing them, and I promise to return them in minty fresh condition when I'm finished.
Previously on CSI NY: Flack and Stella had lunch in the park. Stella promised that some day soon she *would* tell Mac that they were a couple.
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"Penny for your thoughts," said Stella.
"I was thinking of you."
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Part 02
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Don was still thinking of Stella as they walked through the park. An idea came into his head and when they came to a fork in the path, he took the left hand route, carefully stepping around the 'no access' warning sign.
"Don," said Stella, stopped by the junction. "We can't get out that way."
"Yes we can," said Don, a smile playing around his lips. "It's a bit longer...but it's a better route, and we've got time." He saw Stella almost involuntarily glance at her watch, "Come on Stel, something big goes down in the lab, they'll page you, right?"
It briefly occurred to Stella that maybe Don was up to something. He had that gleam in his eye that usually spelled fun...or trouble. But she had to admit he was right. The tests she was running weren't likely to throw up results for another hour or more, and if she was needed, well her pager and cell phone were fully charged. "Okay," she said finally, and followed him down the path.
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"I thought you said this was a better route," said Stella, a note of mild annoyance in her tone as she skirted a branch that had fallen across the path. "No wonder this was closed off. Are you *sure* we'll be able to get through? If we have to retrace our steps..." She stopped to look back the way they'd come.
"Stella, Stella, Stella," said Don, stopping as well. "We'll be fine. Only reason Park Services put up those signs is cause they haven't cleared up after the last storm and they didn't want nobody suing them for tripping over something. The path's still passable."
"And that makes it better how?"
"Cause there's nobody else using it...no prying eyes...nobody gonna go telling tales out a class...nobody to see..."
"See what?" But from the grin on Don's face, Stella had a pretty good idea what he was thinking. The only question was, would she go along with it or not?
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Stella could feel the bark of the tree scratching her through her jacket. Don's lips were on hers, one of his hands at her waist keeping her firmly in place. He'd certainly made a good argument in favor of this, she thought, even as she took his head in her hands, moving it to just the perfect angle.
"Look Stel," Don had said. "We can either stand here for the next ten minutes with me trying to convince you, or we just go for it. Come on, there's nobody around. Anybody does show up, well they're not supposed to be here either, so they're not gonna hang around. All I want to do is make out with my girl for a bit, put a smile on her face and mine before we gotta go back to work. We're not gonna go frighten the horses or anything heavy like."
He'd been looking at her with those beautiful blue eyes of his, the ones that made it practically impossible to say no to him. Not that Stella had really *wanted* to say no. She hadn't wanted to say no to him earlier at the park bench, but she knew how cops gossiped, and the last thing she wanted was for her private life to be a topic of conversation among her co-workers. Not that she was embarrassed about being with Don, but it was nobody's business but her own who she was seeing.
And then there was Mac. He was her boss, but she considered him a friend, a confidant, and while he would certainly understand and respect her desire for privacy, Stella still felt bad that she had essentially been lying to him for the past few months. Originally she had justified it to herself, thinking that there was no reason to mention what was as she had thought, a one off event. She'd shared meals with Don on more than one occasion after they'd worked late on a case, even sleeping on his couch one night when it was too late to get a subway home. And then one night they'd cracked a bottle of wine to celebrate closing a case, and Stella had spent the night in Don's bed.
She'd thought it was just going to be a once off event. Two colleagues, two friends, who'd been through a lot together and just wanted to let off a bit of steam with somebody they could trust. But the next night she'd gone back for more and almost without realizing it they'd become part of a couple.
It was good, thought Stella as she felt Don's lips part from hers before sliding down her neck as he nuzzled at that wonderfully sensitive point just above her collarbone. It was good to be with somebody she trusted so implicitly. She knew she'd made mistakes, plenty of them, in her personal life. She'd had a more than one relationship that had started out full of hope and optimism, only to fail and turn to ashes. While Frankie had been the only one to try to kill her, he was far from the only one to prove untrustworthy.
Don was different in so many ways from all those others. He'd proven his integrity and decency in any number of ways, long before they'd crossed the line from friends to lovers. Not that their relationship was always hearts and flowers. Two such strong willed and stubborn individuals couldn't be involved for so long without locking horns occasionally. But no matter how vocally they might disagree, Stella *knew* that Don would never lay a hand on her in anger. She knew that while he might disagree with and challenge her and argue his case as strongly as a prosecutor, he would always step up and admit it if he turned out to be in the wrong. Stella never felt afraid when she was with him.
For all those reasons and many more, Stella hadn't resisted *too* much when Don had taken her hand and pulled her towards the clump of trees. "Just be careful," she had warned him. "I don't want to go back to the lab looking like something the cat dragged in!"
"How about looking like something the Flack dragged in," Don had teased her, but he was being careful, just like she'd known he would be. The row of kisses he was tracing along her neck were hard enough to almost make her knees buckle, but not so hard that she'd need to find a scarf to hide them before she returned to work. No, she didn't need to worry that Don would ever hurt her...and she didn't need to worry about telling Mac. "It's time he knew," thought Stella, promising herself that she would tell him at the earliest possible opportunity. With that decision made, she focused her attentions firmly on Don, feeling her knees tremble as he hit just the right spots on her body.
Stella's head tilted back and she sighed happily, and then her eyes opened wide and she froze.
Don could tell immediately that something was wrong. "Stella?" he hissed softly. "What is it...is somebody coming?"
"No," said Stella, pushing Don away from her slightly. "Somebody's already here..."
Don frowned, and then followed her gaze as she looked back up into the branches above them. "Aw crap," he said, as he saw the body.
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To be continued
Chapter 3 - Telling
Chapter 01 - Understanding
Title: A walk in the park 02
Chapter: 2 - Trusting
Author: Ceindreadh
Fandom: CSI NY
Characters/Pairing: Flack/Stella
Rating: FRT/PG-15
Summary: Flack likes having lunch in the park with Stella
Notes:
Warnings: Spoilers for S4 ep 3 You only die once, S2.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the CSI NY characters, I'm only borrowing them, and I promise to return them in minty fresh condition when I'm finished.
Previously on CSI NY: Flack and Stella had lunch in the park. Stella promised that some day soon she *would* tell Mac that they were a couple.
---------------------
"Penny for your thoughts," said Stella.
"I was thinking of you."
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Part 02
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Don was still thinking of Stella as they walked through the park. An idea came into his head and when they came to a fork in the path, he took the left hand route, carefully stepping around the 'no access' warning sign.
"Don," said Stella, stopped by the junction. "We can't get out that way."
"Yes we can," said Don, a smile playing around his lips. "It's a bit longer...but it's a better route, and we've got time." He saw Stella almost involuntarily glance at her watch, "Come on Stel, something big goes down in the lab, they'll page you, right?"
It briefly occurred to Stella that maybe Don was up to something. He had that gleam in his eye that usually spelled fun...or trouble. But she had to admit he was right. The tests she was running weren't likely to throw up results for another hour or more, and if she was needed, well her pager and cell phone were fully charged. "Okay," she said finally, and followed him down the path.
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"I thought you said this was a better route," said Stella, a note of mild annoyance in her tone as she skirted a branch that had fallen across the path. "No wonder this was closed off. Are you *sure* we'll be able to get through? If we have to retrace our steps..." She stopped to look back the way they'd come.
"Stella, Stella, Stella," said Don, stopping as well. "We'll be fine. Only reason Park Services put up those signs is cause they haven't cleared up after the last storm and they didn't want nobody suing them for tripping over something. The path's still passable."
"And that makes it better how?"
"Cause there's nobody else using it...no prying eyes...nobody gonna go telling tales out a class...nobody to see..."
"See what?" But from the grin on Don's face, Stella had a pretty good idea what he was thinking. The only question was, would she go along with it or not?
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Stella could feel the bark of the tree scratching her through her jacket. Don's lips were on hers, one of his hands at her waist keeping her firmly in place. He'd certainly made a good argument in favor of this, she thought, even as she took his head in her hands, moving it to just the perfect angle.
"Look Stel," Don had said. "We can either stand here for the next ten minutes with me trying to convince you, or we just go for it. Come on, there's nobody around. Anybody does show up, well they're not supposed to be here either, so they're not gonna hang around. All I want to do is make out with my girl for a bit, put a smile on her face and mine before we gotta go back to work. We're not gonna go frighten the horses or anything heavy like."
He'd been looking at her with those beautiful blue eyes of his, the ones that made it practically impossible to say no to him. Not that Stella had really *wanted* to say no. She hadn't wanted to say no to him earlier at the park bench, but she knew how cops gossiped, and the last thing she wanted was for her private life to be a topic of conversation among her co-workers. Not that she was embarrassed about being with Don, but it was nobody's business but her own who she was seeing.
And then there was Mac. He was her boss, but she considered him a friend, a confidant, and while he would certainly understand and respect her desire for privacy, Stella still felt bad that she had essentially been lying to him for the past few months. Originally she had justified it to herself, thinking that there was no reason to mention what was as she had thought, a one off event. She'd shared meals with Don on more than one occasion after they'd worked late on a case, even sleeping on his couch one night when it was too late to get a subway home. And then one night they'd cracked a bottle of wine to celebrate closing a case, and Stella had spent the night in Don's bed.
She'd thought it was just going to be a once off event. Two colleagues, two friends, who'd been through a lot together and just wanted to let off a bit of steam with somebody they could trust. But the next night she'd gone back for more and almost without realizing it they'd become part of a couple.
It was good, thought Stella as she felt Don's lips part from hers before sliding down her neck as he nuzzled at that wonderfully sensitive point just above her collarbone. It was good to be with somebody she trusted so implicitly. She knew she'd made mistakes, plenty of them, in her personal life. She'd had a more than one relationship that had started out full of hope and optimism, only to fail and turn to ashes. While Frankie had been the only one to try to kill her, he was far from the only one to prove untrustworthy.
Don was different in so many ways from all those others. He'd proven his integrity and decency in any number of ways, long before they'd crossed the line from friends to lovers. Not that their relationship was always hearts and flowers. Two such strong willed and stubborn individuals couldn't be involved for so long without locking horns occasionally. But no matter how vocally they might disagree, Stella *knew* that Don would never lay a hand on her in anger. She knew that while he might disagree with and challenge her and argue his case as strongly as a prosecutor, he would always step up and admit it if he turned out to be in the wrong. Stella never felt afraid when she was with him.
For all those reasons and many more, Stella hadn't resisted *too* much when Don had taken her hand and pulled her towards the clump of trees. "Just be careful," she had warned him. "I don't want to go back to the lab looking like something the cat dragged in!"
"How about looking like something the Flack dragged in," Don had teased her, but he was being careful, just like she'd known he would be. The row of kisses he was tracing along her neck were hard enough to almost make her knees buckle, but not so hard that she'd need to find a scarf to hide them before she returned to work. No, she didn't need to worry that Don would ever hurt her...and she didn't need to worry about telling Mac. "It's time he knew," thought Stella, promising herself that she would tell him at the earliest possible opportunity. With that decision made, she focused her attentions firmly on Don, feeling her knees tremble as he hit just the right spots on her body.
Stella's head tilted back and she sighed happily, and then her eyes opened wide and she froze.
Don could tell immediately that something was wrong. "Stella?" he hissed softly. "What is it...is somebody coming?"
"No," said Stella, pushing Don away from her slightly. "Somebody's already here..."
Don frowned, and then followed her gaze as she looked back up into the branches above them. "Aw crap," he said, as he saw the body.
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To be continued
Chapter 3 - Telling