Locked
Fandom: CSI: NY
Title: Locked
Author: Liv darkmagic_luvr
Pairing/Characters: Don Flack/Truly Flack (OC)
Prompt: Gunshot
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don’t own CSI:NY, but I do own anyone you don’t recognize immediately
Authors Note: This is for comeoncloser, who wanted a Don/Truly fic with the prompt- gunshot. This idea hit me with a car. The idea was driving. This is set pre-relationship.
Truly couldn’t feel her legs. She felt cold and awful and she wasn’t completely listening to whatever the coroner was telling her. She was just staring, identifying Frankie’s body. He looked just as cold as she felt: his lips were pale and blue, his face was white and the skin around the bullet hole in his pelvis was the only color she could see (if you even call that color).
Truly felt her breath hitch in her throat as the coroner (Doctor Hawkes or something strange like that...) placed his hand on her shoulder and asked her if she wanted to be alone. Truly didn’t answer, just shrugged his hand off her shoulder and took a step closer to Frankie’s body, feeling tears finally well up in her eyes.
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Don couldn’t move. He couldn’t move even if he wanted to and he didn’t want to talk about it anymore. He didn’t want people to ask him if he was okay. Because he wasn’t okay. You can’t watch a co-worker and a friend die under your hands. He could still feel Pack’s blood slipping through his fingers, no matter how many times he washed his hands until they were raw. They weren’t going to be clean for a long time.
Don ran his ‘blood soaked hands’ through his hair and finally stood up from his desk chair, watching people make a path for him to move without even looking at him. Don made his way down to the morgue, ignoring Sheldon’s threats about family with the body already. He pushed opened the door, took two steps in and froze as his eyes locked onto a girl he’d only seen in the photo’s in Frankie’s sister’s place.
That must be Truly.
Don watched her for a few minutes, his pain ebbing back slowly until he could feel it in his throat. He backed up out of the morgue, his back hitting the door he hadn’t realized had closed.
"Did you bother her?" asked Sheldon, his words falling on completely deaf ears as Don ignored him and continued staring at Truly through the window in the door, not flinching when she turned her head to see who was staring at her.
After that it was a blurred memory, nothing to remember except the way her eyes locked onto his.
Title: Locked
Author: Liv darkmagic_luvr
Pairing/Characters: Don Flack/Truly Flack (OC)
Prompt: Gunshot
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don’t own CSI:NY, but I do own anyone you don’t recognize immediately
Authors Note: This is for comeoncloser, who wanted a Don/Truly fic with the prompt- gunshot. This idea hit me with a car. The idea was driving. This is set pre-relationship.
Truly couldn’t feel her legs. She felt cold and awful and she wasn’t completely listening to whatever the coroner was telling her. She was just staring, identifying Frankie’s body. He looked just as cold as she felt: his lips were pale and blue, his face was white and the skin around the bullet hole in his pelvis was the only color she could see (if you even call that color).
Truly felt her breath hitch in her throat as the coroner (Doctor Hawkes or something strange like that...) placed his hand on her shoulder and asked her if she wanted to be alone. Truly didn’t answer, just shrugged his hand off her shoulder and took a step closer to Frankie’s body, feeling tears finally well up in her eyes.
.
Don couldn’t move. He couldn’t move even if he wanted to and he didn’t want to talk about it anymore. He didn’t want people to ask him if he was okay. Because he wasn’t okay. You can’t watch a co-worker and a friend die under your hands. He could still feel Pack’s blood slipping through his fingers, no matter how many times he washed his hands until they were raw. They weren’t going to be clean for a long time.
Don ran his ‘blood soaked hands’ through his hair and finally stood up from his desk chair, watching people make a path for him to move without even looking at him. Don made his way down to the morgue, ignoring Sheldon’s threats about family with the body already. He pushed opened the door, took two steps in and froze as his eyes locked onto a girl he’d only seen in the photo’s in Frankie’s sister’s place.
That must be Truly.
Don watched her for a few minutes, his pain ebbing back slowly until he could feel it in his throat. He backed up out of the morgue, his back hitting the door he hadn’t realized had closed.
"Did you bother her?" asked Sheldon, his words falling on completely deaf ears as Don ignored him and continued staring at Truly through the window in the door, not flinching when she turned her head to see who was staring at her.
After that it was a blurred memory, nothing to remember except the way her eyes locked onto his.