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frenchy_chicksTitle: Ice Ice, Baby
Rating: FRK
Pairing: Mac Taylor, Don Flack, Danny Messer
Summary: A Crime in the park leads to an even bigger crime
Word count: 592
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters... just the lovely situations I force them into
Author's Note: A little PWP... don't know where this came from.
Don shrugged his shoulders up to his ears, trying hard not to let the cold get to him and failing miserably. He hadn’t thought it would have taken Mac and Danny as long as it was to collect evidence at their current crime scene: a man sitting on a bench in the middle of Central Park with a gun in his hand and a suicide note in his front breast pocket. There were no signs of footprints in the snow apart from their vic, no evidence of anything suspicious at all. Yet, Mac wanted the entire scene canvassed and Don was the only other Detective on site… until Mac said otherwise, the scene needed to stay secure.
“You guys finished yet?” Don asked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket. He should have brought his gloves with him.
“We’re done once we’ve collected every shred of evidence. You know that, Don,” Mac called.
Sighing, Don kicked at the snow, watching Mac scrutinize the bend where the body was found. It was as though he was expecting the bench to start talking to him, telling him exactly what happened.
“Don… bring me my kit, please. I think I might have something here,” Mac muttered.
Don picked up Mac’s silver case and walked towards Mac. Why the older man couldn’t have come and got his own case, he’d never know. Once second he was walking towards Mac, and the next second, he was lying on his back seeing stars.
“Flack… Don! Are you okay?”
Don’s vision was doubled – there were people kneeling over him but he couldn’t make out their faces. Slowly, Mac and Danny’s faces came back into focus, both of them looking at him with great concern.
“You okay, man?” Danny asked.
Don’s face split into a grin and he was laughing. Out of all the things that could have happened, he had to go and slip on a patch of ice. The looks that two Detectives were giving him wasn’t helping either, and he continued to laugh.
“Man, you musta hit yer head harder than we thought,” Danny said, glancing over at Mac.
“I’m fine, I’m fine… just, y’know, it’s funny,” Don laughed.
Mac’s lips formed a smirk and he put his hand out, helping Don into a sitting position. “It didn’t look funny.”
“Bullshit, I’m sure it looked hilarious,” Don chuckled.
“Okay, so maybe it was a bit funny, but yer head thunked on the ground like a watermelon and then it wasn’t funny anymore… seriously, are you okay?” Danny asked, putting a hand on Don’s shoulder.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Can we go somewhere inside now? I’m fuckin’ freezing,” Don muttered.
Mac helped Don up onto his feet, the two of them slipping and grabbing each others arms, Don laughing again and Mac chuckling softly. “Okay, steady now. You good?” Mac asked.
Don laughed under his breath, stepping off into the snow, onto more solid ground. “Yeah I’m good. You good? We good here?”
Danny snickered, “Yeah, we’re good, but yer pants aren’t, Donnie.”
Don frowned and turned, cursing under his breath as he saw the rip along the ass of his pants. “I just bought these!”
Mac watched as Don stomped back to his car, trying to cover the tear with his hands and jacket. Danny stood beside him and he shook his head. “Now, that right there’s the true crime,” he said, tilting his head to the side and watching Don walk away.
Mac laughed and picked up his case. He couldn’t help but agree.
END
Rating: FRK
Pairing: Mac Taylor, Don Flack, Danny Messer
Summary: A Crime in the park leads to an even bigger crime
Word count: 592
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters... just the lovely situations I force them into
Author's Note: A little PWP... don't know where this came from.
Don shrugged his shoulders up to his ears, trying hard not to let the cold get to him and failing miserably. He hadn’t thought it would have taken Mac and Danny as long as it was to collect evidence at their current crime scene: a man sitting on a bench in the middle of Central Park with a gun in his hand and a suicide note in his front breast pocket. There were no signs of footprints in the snow apart from their vic, no evidence of anything suspicious at all. Yet, Mac wanted the entire scene canvassed and Don was the only other Detective on site… until Mac said otherwise, the scene needed to stay secure.
“You guys finished yet?” Don asked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket. He should have brought his gloves with him.
“We’re done once we’ve collected every shred of evidence. You know that, Don,” Mac called.
Sighing, Don kicked at the snow, watching Mac scrutinize the bend where the body was found. It was as though he was expecting the bench to start talking to him, telling him exactly what happened.
“Don… bring me my kit, please. I think I might have something here,” Mac muttered.
Don picked up Mac’s silver case and walked towards Mac. Why the older man couldn’t have come and got his own case, he’d never know. Once second he was walking towards Mac, and the next second, he was lying on his back seeing stars.
“Flack… Don! Are you okay?”
Don’s vision was doubled – there were people kneeling over him but he couldn’t make out their faces. Slowly, Mac and Danny’s faces came back into focus, both of them looking at him with great concern.
“You okay, man?” Danny asked.
Don’s face split into a grin and he was laughing. Out of all the things that could have happened, he had to go and slip on a patch of ice. The looks that two Detectives were giving him wasn’t helping either, and he continued to laugh.
“Man, you musta hit yer head harder than we thought,” Danny said, glancing over at Mac.
“I’m fine, I’m fine… just, y’know, it’s funny,” Don laughed.
Mac’s lips formed a smirk and he put his hand out, helping Don into a sitting position. “It didn’t look funny.”
“Bullshit, I’m sure it looked hilarious,” Don chuckled.
“Okay, so maybe it was a bit funny, but yer head thunked on the ground like a watermelon and then it wasn’t funny anymore… seriously, are you okay?” Danny asked, putting a hand on Don’s shoulder.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Can we go somewhere inside now? I’m fuckin’ freezing,” Don muttered.
Mac helped Don up onto his feet, the two of them slipping and grabbing each others arms, Don laughing again and Mac chuckling softly. “Okay, steady now. You good?” Mac asked.
Don laughed under his breath, stepping off into the snow, onto more solid ground. “Yeah I’m good. You good? We good here?”
Danny snickered, “Yeah, we’re good, but yer pants aren’t, Donnie.”
Don frowned and turned, cursing under his breath as he saw the rip along the ass of his pants. “I just bought these!”
Mac watched as Don stomped back to his car, trying to cover the tear with his hands and jacket. Danny stood beside him and he shook his head. “Now, that right there’s the true crime,” he said, tilting his head to the side and watching Don walk away.
Mac laughed and picked up his case. He couldn’t help but agree.
END
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