Scenes from Season X
Apr. 4th, 2007 05:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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"Your lawyer's on his way," Flack said, banging back into the interrogation room. He leaned his good shoulder against the door. "What the hell are you playing at, Danny?"
Danny didn't even glance up from his cigarette, feet kicked up on the table. "The NYPD kicked me out. You really think there's all that much I can do?"
"Something besides this," Flack snapped. "C'mon, Danny, you're better than this. Let me make a couple phone calls, see if I can hook you up."
Danny shook his head briefly and sent up another stream of somke. "Go to hell, Flack," he said, but there was a curious lack of emotion in his voice. He leaned forward and cupped his free hand around the cigarette he was holding.
"Those things'll kill you," Flack said.
"Good. I'll see you in hell."
Flack let out a frustrated sigh. "Danny --"
Someone knocked on the door. Flack turned. "I'll be back."
"No," Danny said, crushing out his cigarette on the table and lighting up another one. "You won't."
The report he'd written up hit him in the chest as soon as he closed the door behind him. "Your report's wrong," Yamata said. "Christ, I hate eyewitnesses."
"What the hell?" Flack snapped. "I was there. And what the hell are you doing here, this is my case."
"Not anymore," Yamata said bitingly. "Maybe you better get your eyes checked, Detective, because your facts are wrong. Pastore attacked you and you wrestled for your service piece. Upon gaining control of your weapon you discharged it into Pastore's head. It was a clearcut case of self-defense. Messer didn't come onto the scene until afterwards. You don't have a case."
"Are you insane?" Flack demanded, looking down at the report in his hand.
"Amend that report, Flack," Yamata said. "And fix that Oxford comma on page three before I bust you back down to rescuing kittens out of trees down in Staten Island." He banged into the interrogation room before Flack could say anything else.
"Hey, hold on there," Flack began, heading toward the crime scene tape with hands up and palms out. "This is a closed crime scene --"
The man held up his badge. "Detective Yamata, Organized Crimes."
"Detective Cloke," the woman said. She looked Flack up and down. "You're not Taylor," she added flatly.
"Detective Flack, Homicide," Flack said, raising an eyebrow. "Detective Taylor's inside with the vic. And what brings OCD out here?"
"It's too bad you can't bring a case to trial, Detective," Taccetta said, eyes bright.
Cloke was taking shallow, angry breaths. "Rot in hell, Taccetta," she grated out through clenched teeth, and turned away.
"Is that how you survived three months as a POW in Afghanistan?" Taccetta added, and Cloke turned around and punched him in the face.
"You fucking bastard!" she screamed. Yamata got his arms aorund her waist and pulled her away, off her feet, wincing as Cloke knocked her head back into the bridge of his nose. "Let the hell go of me, Yamata, I'm going to kill that Mafia bastard. Let go of me!"
Yamata held on grimly. Taccetta touched his jaw. "That bitch has a fucking hard right," he spat.
"Get out," Yamata snarled, Cloke still struggling to get ouf his grip and spitting out incoherent cusswords. "Get the hell out of my precinct before I develop a case of Gulf War Syndrome on your criminal ass."
"Your lawyer's on his way," Flack said, banging back into the interrogation room. He leaned his good shoulder against the door. "What the hell are you playing at, Danny?"
Danny didn't even glance up from his cigarette, feet kicked up on the table. "The NYPD kicked me out. You really think there's all that much I can do?"
"Something besides this," Flack snapped. "C'mon, Danny, you're better than this. Let me make a couple phone calls, see if I can hook you up."
Danny shook his head briefly and sent up another stream of somke. "Go to hell, Flack," he said, but there was a curious lack of emotion in his voice. He leaned forward and cupped his free hand around the cigarette he was holding.
"Those things'll kill you," Flack said.
"Good. I'll see you in hell."
Flack let out a frustrated sigh. "Danny --"
Someone knocked on the door. Flack turned. "I'll be back."
"No," Danny said, crushing out his cigarette on the table and lighting up another one. "You won't."
The report he'd written up hit him in the chest as soon as he closed the door behind him. "Your report's wrong," Yamata said. "Christ, I hate eyewitnesses."
"What the hell?" Flack snapped. "I was there. And what the hell are you doing here, this is my case."
"Not anymore," Yamata said bitingly. "Maybe you better get your eyes checked, Detective, because your facts are wrong. Pastore attacked you and you wrestled for your service piece. Upon gaining control of your weapon you discharged it into Pastore's head. It was a clearcut case of self-defense. Messer didn't come onto the scene until afterwards. You don't have a case."
"Are you insane?" Flack demanded, looking down at the report in his hand.
"Amend that report, Flack," Yamata said. "And fix that Oxford comma on page three before I bust you back down to rescuing kittens out of trees down in Staten Island." He banged into the interrogation room before Flack could say anything else.
"Hey, hold on there," Flack began, heading toward the crime scene tape with hands up and palms out. "This is a closed crime scene --"
The man held up his badge. "Detective Yamata, Organized Crimes."
"Detective Cloke," the woman said. She looked Flack up and down. "You're not Taylor," she added flatly.
"Detective Flack, Homicide," Flack said, raising an eyebrow. "Detective Taylor's inside with the vic. And what brings OCD out here?"
"It's too bad you can't bring a case to trial, Detective," Taccetta said, eyes bright.
Cloke was taking shallow, angry breaths. "Rot in hell, Taccetta," she grated out through clenched teeth, and turned away.
"Is that how you survived three months as a POW in Afghanistan?" Taccetta added, and Cloke turned around and punched him in the face.
"You fucking bastard!" she screamed. Yamata got his arms aorund her waist and pulled her away, off her feet, wincing as Cloke knocked her head back into the bridge of his nose. "Let the hell go of me, Yamata, I'm going to kill that Mafia bastard. Let go of me!"
Yamata held on grimly. Taccetta touched his jaw. "That bitch has a fucking hard right," he spat.
"Get out," Yamata snarled, Cloke still struggling to get ouf his grip and spitting out incoherent cusswords. "Get the hell out of my precinct before I develop a case of Gulf War Syndrome on your criminal ass."
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Date: 2007-04-05 02:29 am (UTC)And now for the GLEE. Because holy crap. Yamata makes me so happy. Flack has no chance against him, and he's gotta know that something's Not Right, but what's he gonna do about it? Poor guy.
Danny's gotta hate what's going on right now. I mean, seriously, doing this to Flack, a good friend of his, and having to lie and do this, I mean, damn.
So, yes. GLEE. I am so happy. *dances like a mad woman* I've shown this arc to EVERYONE, and they all agree that it would win at the universe if it really happened.
Also,
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Date: 2007-04-05 02:44 am (UTC)Sorry, couldn't help myself. Ooh, you catch my references.
Yamata = awesome. He is a tank, and Flack is that poor guy in Tiananmen Square. Okay, bad reference. He is a bulldozer, and Flack is a poor innocent little building. He'd better make sure Flack doesn't talk about any of this, or Danny could be screwed.
God, yes, I can't imagine. Flack's so confused and good-natured and Danny has to be a total bastard to him, even though he really doesn't mean it. And this is the turning point where Danny resolves he's going to avoid his friends if at all possible, because there's Just Too Much Risk.
Oh, God. *facepalm*
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Date: 2007-04-05 03:10 am (UTC)*dies* Tiananmen Square. I die of laughter.
The angst here is so freaking angsty. Flack and Danny and everyone, it's so terrible.
:D
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Date: 2007-04-05 03:32 am (UTC)So. Much. Angst. I'm trying to figure out if I want to write anymore of this or not.
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Date: 2007-04-05 03:34 am (UTC)You so do want to write more of this. *uses telepathy to convince you to write this*
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Date: 2007-04-05 03:36 am (UTC)They'd be comic relief :D
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Date: 2007-04-05 11:23 pm (UTC)And that probably wins an award as the single most confusing thing I have ever typed. The reason the mini-arc has to be in a certain place at a certain time is because the second ep of it ("Semper Fidelis Ad Mortem", tentatively) has Yamata and Cloke in a big way. The next time they show up is in X.18, the arson case, and then X.21.
Wait, now I'm confused.
God, this stuff is hard.
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Date: 2007-04-05 11:49 pm (UTC)And that probably wins an award as the single most confusing thing I have ever typed.
Yes, yes it does.
Okay, so what's the problem?
09 through 13 are all regular case-loads, though 12 is the drug-related one, but can probably fall anywhere in there, right? So balance those out, push the 16//17 arc back to 14/15 and the 14/15 back to 11/12, and you should be okay, I think?
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Date: 2007-04-06 04:00 am (UTC)Okay, let's see: Yamata and/or Cloke show up in, for sure: X.01, X.14, X.15 (original versions), X.18, X.22, X.23, and X.0X (Semper Fidelis Ad Mortem).
The mob plot/Danny show up in: X.01, X.02, X.03, X.08, X.14, X.15, X.22, and X.23. (The mini-arc is not relevent; it's a serial murder case.)
X.04 through X.13 are all normal cases, excluding Stella's run-in with Danny. So I'll shoved X.12 back to X.6, put X.14 and X.15 into the X.11 and X.12 slot (exactly mid season!), and put the mini-arc into the X.14 and X.15 slots. Which means that Yamata and Cloke show up again three eps later, in X.18. That'll leave us three "Life Goes On" cases, which, knowing how the show works, are probably heavily character focused. I don't really have any idea what else is going on through this season, except for the mini-arc.
Sorry for brainstorming at you!
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Date: 2007-04-06 04:10 am (UTC)I won't pretend to know what you're talking about in full, cause I have a feeling you have all of this stuff in your head and you're just getting it out and I don't know the entire plot, but this looks totally perfect. The balance of characters appearing, plot arcs, and the regular cases is really nice, because it keeps the entire arc moving, but not so quickly that an audience would a) predict what's happening in full, and b) get bored waiting. Which, of course, are both things that canon fails to do.
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Date: 2007-04-06 04:20 am (UTC)Okay, the arc's been updated on the Season X (http://bedlamsbard.livejournal.com/135110.html) page, so it should look fairly decent. I really have no idea what goes on in the "Life Goes On" eps -- I'm thinking there're probably a couple of broad character arcs going on, one with Mac and one (possibly) with Lindsay, as well as lesser ones by our other mains. It depends a little bit on where I set this, in theory -- I'm thinking season five, but it could work as a season four, too. This is hard. I sat down during AP History to see how I'd plot it out as a story, rather than a television show, and came to the conclusion that I'd have to write it George R.R. Martin style (have you ever read A Song of Ice and Fire? Like that, with interwoven POVs and plots) in order to cover the time period, the characters, and the multiple plots that would be necessary.
Also, I think you'd love the new X.15, "Semper Fidelis Ad Mortem." Yamata and Cloke for the WIN.
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Date: 2007-04-06 04:28 am (UTC)I have the first of the SoIaF books, and I started reading it, but didn't make it further than the first 60 or so pages before I didn't have time, so I plan to read it this summer. But I know what you mean, with the POVs shifting and changing.
Ooh, Yamata and Cloke totally win. SERIOUSLY. Yamata comes in demanding the Crime Lab's help in finding her before she's killed, ngh. Man, he must be desperate.
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Date: 2007-04-06 04:37 am (UTC)READ THEM. Oh my God, so good.
Man, he must be desperate.
You have no idead. Allow me to quote: "Some bastard is going around murdering female Marines, good soldiers, good cops, and your people are sitting on your asses twiddling your thumbs. Now tht son of a bitch has Cloke and I swear to God, I swear on my oath as a U.S. Marine, that if you let her die I will bury Danny Messer so deep that no one will never he's a cop. If she dies, he can rot in jail or burn in hell with the rest of Taccetta's thugs, I swear to God, and I wont' think twice when I put him there."
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Date: 2007-04-06 04:46 am (UTC)I'll read them this summer... I need time, and school doesn't believe in giving me such things.
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Date: 2007-04-05 08:14 pm (UTC)Gulf War Syndrome... *snicker*
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