024. Five Themed Drabbles - Don Flack (CSI:NY)
Title: I'll Get My Wallet
Prompt Number/Prompt: 024. Five Themed Drabbles
Character/Fandom: Don Flack // CSI:NY
Word Count: 1346 (It's a lot of dialogue.)
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): N/A
Summary: Five times Maka got Flack to buy her dinner.
“Hey, Maka!”
Flack straddled the desk chair in front of her desk and she looked up at him with an annoyed look. He was a bit taken aback. It was her first day on the job, and he wasn’t expecting the annoyance, that he was pretty sure could graduate to open hostility. “Whadaya want, Flack? Come to bust my chops too?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said, putting on a completely innocent face.
“Oh, really?” Maka said, glaring up at him, “Are you here to hit on me, pick on me, leer at me, or tease me, because if you are, so help me God-”
“I am here to do none of the above.”
“I’m sorry?”
“It is customary for the old cops to take the new cops out for dinner and a beer after their first shift,” Flack replied, holding his hands open in a peace gesture.
“Just dinner,” she said, “No ulterior motives?”
“Not one,” he replied, “Just want to get to know the new homicide detective.”
“You hit on me, I kick your ass.”
“Things’ll be strictly professional.”
“I get to pick the place.”
“Fair enough.”
“And you’re paying.”
“You know, the tradition I’m speaking of doesn’t really require me to pay for you-”
“You’re paying, Flack.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
***
Flack spotted her sitting at her desk, buried behind her paperwork. Maka didn’t hide from anything, everyone knew that, but he knew that she probably needed to learn how to pick her battles better. Firing off at the captain like she did was grounds to get herself fired, even though the captain himself was out of line. Put a bad case and just an all-around bad day on top of that, and Maka was having a pretty crappy day. He headed over to her desk and sat down in front of her.
“How ya doin’?” She shot him a look, and he recoiled slightly, “Sorry I asked.”
“Just leave me alone, Flack.”
“You do anything for dinner, yet?”
“No, not yet,” she shook her head, “I was just gonna pick up something on the way home.”
“Why don’t you clock out early, I’ll buy you something to eat.”
“Please don’t feel sorry for me, Flack.”
“I’m offering to buy you dinner,” he frowned, “Since when does that equal up to feeling sorry for you?”
“It’s sweet of you Flack, but-”
“Look, Kaile,” he said, leaning forward so that he was whispering to her, “You had a shitty day. Let me buy you dinner.”
She sighed heavily, before looking up at him with a small smile, “Thanks, Don.”
“Not a problem,” he said, returning the smile, “Let me know when you’re ready to go.”
She nodded, and he got up to go when she got his attention again, “Oh, and Flack?”
“Yeah?” he asked, turning to face her again.
“You call me Kaile on the job again, I’ll kick your ass.”
“You got it,” he said, shaking his head as he walked away.
***
Flack knocked on the door of Maka’s apartment, bag of food in his hand. He had heard from Danny that she was getting cabin fever being stuck in her apartment after the shooting, and he figured he’d drop in and keep her company. He leaned in the doorframe and waited for her to open the door, hoping that he wasn’t walking in on something he wasn’t supposed to.
Maka pulled open the door and gave him a confused look, “Flack-what’re you doing here?”
“Heard you were going a little crazy, thought I’d bring you dinner.”
“Is this still the whole guilt thing about passing the case off on me?”
“What?” he frowned.
“Cuz really, it wasn’t your fault I got shot-”
“It has nothing to do with that,” he sighed, “I just figured you might want some company, and I since I was starving-”
“You’re always starving.”
“Besides the point,” he said, giving her a look, “I was starving, so I brought some food along.”
“Flack-”
“Its sushi, Maka,” he said, “And you know I don’t do sushi.”
She looked at him for a minute, before nodding and taking the bag from him, “Thanks Flack. C’mon in.” She held open the door as he walked inside, before dropping down on the couch in her living room and reaching for the remote. Maka reached forward with her good arm, and smacked his hand away.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Changing the channel,” he replied, “There’s a Yankee game on.”
“First of all, I’m a Mets fan,” she said, taking the remote and sitting down next to him, “Second of all, it doesn’t matter that you brought me dinner, you still don’t get to pick what we watch.”
“I’m beginning to think this was a mistake.”
“Well, mistakes are how we learn, Flack,” she grinned, curling up on the couch.
***
“Whadaya say?” Flack said, “Is it a bet?”
“What are the terms of this bet?” she asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
“Loser buys winner dinner,” he sighed, “At the restaurant of winner’s choosing.”
She nodded slowly, “I could go for that.”
“So that’s it then,” Flack smirked, “Mullvaney and Lindsay are just friends, dinner’s on me. If it’s something more than that-dinner’s on you.”
“You got it,” she smirked, extending her hand to him. He shook it before, turning back to the bullpen and rubbing his hands.
“Alright-now, we’ll have to do is find Monroe. She’ll be easier to crack.”
“She’s probably down at the lab, right?” Maka replied, picking up her keys from the desk.
“Or just getting out of interrogation,” he said, spotting the brunette detective coming out of the interrogation rooms, and chatting with Angell, “Hey! Lindsay.”
“Yeah, Flack?” she said as Angell disappeared around the corner, “What’s up?”
“Quick question,” he said, “You and Mullvaney-are you two-”
“Are we what?”
“Are you-ya know,” Flack said with a slight shrug.
“Are we dating?” she said, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah,” Flack nodded.
“You’re kidding me, right?” Lindsay frowned, “I can’t stand Mullvaney.”
Maka crossed her arms across her chest as Lindsay walked off, and turned to Flack with a smirk. “Better get your wallet Flack,” she said, patting him on the shoulder.
“I happen to think she’s lying,” Flack began, and Maka turned back to him.
“Flack.”
“Yeah?”
“Get your wallet.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
***
“Hey, Maka,” Flack walked over to where she was standing in the locker room, and she turned to face him with a small smile.
“What can I do for ya, Flack?”
“Doin’ anything tonight?”
She shrugged, “Planning on just crashing on the couch with take out, why?”
“Wanna have dinner with me?” he said, walking over and leaning against the locker next to her, “Maybe a couple drinks afterward?”
“I guess so,” she frowned, “Any special occasion?”
“Nah-I just didn’t feel like hanging by myself tonight,” he said, “It’ll even be all on me.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah-” he nodded with a slight grin, “I haven’t paid for your food in a while. I’m beating you to the punch.”
“What punch?”
“You tricking me into it.”
She laughed, before giving him a light shove on the shoulder, “You gonna pay for the cab too?”
“Sure, why not,” he shrugged, watching her walk past him, before turning around to follow her, “Because we all know I’m just overflowing with cash.”
“Don’t get snarky with me,” she said, pointing her finger back at him, “If you want me to pay for the cab, I will.”
“Nah, I got it.”
“Better be careful,” she sighed, “This is starting to look an awful lot like a date with you paying for everything.”
He shrugged, “Whatever you want to think it is, is fine by me, Maka. Whatever makes you feel better.”
She punched him in the shoulder, before walking out the door ahead of him, “I’m gonna kick your ass at pool for that.”
“Sure you will, Maka,” he shook his head, “Sure you will.”
Prompt Number/Prompt: 024. Five Themed Drabbles
Character/Fandom: Don Flack // CSI:NY
Word Count: 1346 (It's a lot of dialogue.)
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): N/A
Summary: Five times Maka got Flack to buy her dinner.
“Hey, Maka!”
Flack straddled the desk chair in front of her desk and she looked up at him with an annoyed look. He was a bit taken aback. It was her first day on the job, and he wasn’t expecting the annoyance, that he was pretty sure could graduate to open hostility. “Whadaya want, Flack? Come to bust my chops too?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said, putting on a completely innocent face.
“Oh, really?” Maka said, glaring up at him, “Are you here to hit on me, pick on me, leer at me, or tease me, because if you are, so help me God-”
“I am here to do none of the above.”
“I’m sorry?”
“It is customary for the old cops to take the new cops out for dinner and a beer after their first shift,” Flack replied, holding his hands open in a peace gesture.
“Just dinner,” she said, “No ulterior motives?”
“Not one,” he replied, “Just want to get to know the new homicide detective.”
“You hit on me, I kick your ass.”
“Things’ll be strictly professional.”
“I get to pick the place.”
“Fair enough.”
“And you’re paying.”
“You know, the tradition I’m speaking of doesn’t really require me to pay for you-”
“You’re paying, Flack.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
***
Flack spotted her sitting at her desk, buried behind her paperwork. Maka didn’t hide from anything, everyone knew that, but he knew that she probably needed to learn how to pick her battles better. Firing off at the captain like she did was grounds to get herself fired, even though the captain himself was out of line. Put a bad case and just an all-around bad day on top of that, and Maka was having a pretty crappy day. He headed over to her desk and sat down in front of her.
“How ya doin’?” She shot him a look, and he recoiled slightly, “Sorry I asked.”
“Just leave me alone, Flack.”
“You do anything for dinner, yet?”
“No, not yet,” she shook her head, “I was just gonna pick up something on the way home.”
“Why don’t you clock out early, I’ll buy you something to eat.”
“Please don’t feel sorry for me, Flack.”
“I’m offering to buy you dinner,” he frowned, “Since when does that equal up to feeling sorry for you?”
“It’s sweet of you Flack, but-”
“Look, Kaile,” he said, leaning forward so that he was whispering to her, “You had a shitty day. Let me buy you dinner.”
She sighed heavily, before looking up at him with a small smile, “Thanks, Don.”
“Not a problem,” he said, returning the smile, “Let me know when you’re ready to go.”
She nodded, and he got up to go when she got his attention again, “Oh, and Flack?”
“Yeah?” he asked, turning to face her again.
“You call me Kaile on the job again, I’ll kick your ass.”
“You got it,” he said, shaking his head as he walked away.
***
Flack knocked on the door of Maka’s apartment, bag of food in his hand. He had heard from Danny that she was getting cabin fever being stuck in her apartment after the shooting, and he figured he’d drop in and keep her company. He leaned in the doorframe and waited for her to open the door, hoping that he wasn’t walking in on something he wasn’t supposed to.
Maka pulled open the door and gave him a confused look, “Flack-what’re you doing here?”
“Heard you were going a little crazy, thought I’d bring you dinner.”
“Is this still the whole guilt thing about passing the case off on me?”
“What?” he frowned.
“Cuz really, it wasn’t your fault I got shot-”
“It has nothing to do with that,” he sighed, “I just figured you might want some company, and I since I was starving-”
“You’re always starving.”
“Besides the point,” he said, giving her a look, “I was starving, so I brought some food along.”
“Flack-”
“Its sushi, Maka,” he said, “And you know I don’t do sushi.”
She looked at him for a minute, before nodding and taking the bag from him, “Thanks Flack. C’mon in.” She held open the door as he walked inside, before dropping down on the couch in her living room and reaching for the remote. Maka reached forward with her good arm, and smacked his hand away.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Changing the channel,” he replied, “There’s a Yankee game on.”
“First of all, I’m a Mets fan,” she said, taking the remote and sitting down next to him, “Second of all, it doesn’t matter that you brought me dinner, you still don’t get to pick what we watch.”
“I’m beginning to think this was a mistake.”
“Well, mistakes are how we learn, Flack,” she grinned, curling up on the couch.
***
“Whadaya say?” Flack said, “Is it a bet?”
“What are the terms of this bet?” she asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
“Loser buys winner dinner,” he sighed, “At the restaurant of winner’s choosing.”
She nodded slowly, “I could go for that.”
“So that’s it then,” Flack smirked, “Mullvaney and Lindsay are just friends, dinner’s on me. If it’s something more than that-dinner’s on you.”
“You got it,” she smirked, extending her hand to him. He shook it before, turning back to the bullpen and rubbing his hands.
“Alright-now, we’ll have to do is find Monroe. She’ll be easier to crack.”
“She’s probably down at the lab, right?” Maka replied, picking up her keys from the desk.
“Or just getting out of interrogation,” he said, spotting the brunette detective coming out of the interrogation rooms, and chatting with Angell, “Hey! Lindsay.”
“Yeah, Flack?” she said as Angell disappeared around the corner, “What’s up?”
“Quick question,” he said, “You and Mullvaney-are you two-”
“Are we what?”
“Are you-ya know,” Flack said with a slight shrug.
“Are we dating?” she said, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah,” Flack nodded.
“You’re kidding me, right?” Lindsay frowned, “I can’t stand Mullvaney.”
Maka crossed her arms across her chest as Lindsay walked off, and turned to Flack with a smirk. “Better get your wallet Flack,” she said, patting him on the shoulder.
“I happen to think she’s lying,” Flack began, and Maka turned back to him.
“Flack.”
“Yeah?”
“Get your wallet.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
***
“Hey, Maka,” Flack walked over to where she was standing in the locker room, and she turned to face him with a small smile.
“What can I do for ya, Flack?”
“Doin’ anything tonight?”
She shrugged, “Planning on just crashing on the couch with take out, why?”
“Wanna have dinner with me?” he said, walking over and leaning against the locker next to her, “Maybe a couple drinks afterward?”
“I guess so,” she frowned, “Any special occasion?”
“Nah-I just didn’t feel like hanging by myself tonight,” he said, “It’ll even be all on me.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah-” he nodded with a slight grin, “I haven’t paid for your food in a while. I’m beating you to the punch.”
“What punch?”
“You tricking me into it.”
She laughed, before giving him a light shove on the shoulder, “You gonna pay for the cab too?”
“Sure, why not,” he shrugged, watching her walk past him, before turning around to follow her, “Because we all know I’m just overflowing with cash.”
“Don’t get snarky with me,” she said, pointing her finger back at him, “If you want me to pay for the cab, I will.”
“Nah, I got it.”
“Better be careful,” she sighed, “This is starting to look an awful lot like a date with you paying for everything.”
He shrugged, “Whatever you want to think it is, is fine by me, Maka. Whatever makes you feel better.”
She punched him in the shoulder, before walking out the door ahead of him, “I’m gonna kick your ass at pool for that.”
“Sure you will, Maka,” he shook his head, “Sure you will.”