CSI:NY fic: "Still Life"
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bedlamsbardTitle: Still Life
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bedlamsbard
Fandom: CSI:NY
Rating: PG
Summary: It's a good picture, she'll give it that. Post-"Snow Day."
Disclaimer: CSI:NY and its characters are the property of Anthony Zuiker, Jerry Bruckheimer Television, CBS, and Alliance Atlantis.
Lindsay snatches the paper off the rack and shoves a handful of crumpled ones at the vendor. She doesn't wait for her change, just walks off with the paper in her hands, angling automatically for the nearest coffeeshop.
She orders a latte and sits down at a corner table, keeps the page turned down until her coffee arrives. Then she folds back the page.
It's a good picture, she'll give it that. There's a slight blurriness to the edges that tells her it's a cell phone photo, but the photographer is excellent -- or just lucky -- despite that. Light streams into the room through the windows, backlighting the figure on the exam table; shadows pool in just the right places. Lindsay could hope for less artistry in the brutal honesty.
Flack is standing between Danny's spread legs, big hands cupping Danny's bruised and battered face. Danny's good hand curves over the back of his neck, pulling him in closer. Flack's back is to the camera, but Lindsay doesn't need to see his face or Danny's to know what they're doing. The byline reads Two NYPD detectives share an emotional reunion after copnapping hostage situation ends. The article talks about Flack's cocaine bust, about the seige on the Crime Lab -- there's a picture of the explostion -- about Adam and Danny being tortured, even though it doesn't mention names besides Flack's and Mac's. Lindsay skims the article, but the majority of her attention is on the picture because it's not lying.
She must have walked in a few minutes after the picture was taken, because she remembers the light patterns in the hospital room. Flack had been standing away from Danny, tie unknotted and hung over the back of his neck, collar loosened. He'd been eating a candy bar, chocolate melting over his fingers, and he'd offered a piece to Danny just as Lindsay came back in from the ladies' room. She'd thought it was just friendship.
Lindsay puts her hand over the picture. Eight million people in New York. How many copies of this newspaper, cheap tabloid that it is? Danny is in his apartment, doped up after his reconstructive surgery, but Flack is on duty. And Lindsay doesn't know what to do or how long it's been going on. She's doubling back on every time she's ever seen Flack and Danny together, if there's been some undercurrent she hasn't seen. If Danny's been cheating on her since Bozeman.
She doesn't know what to do. She doesn't want to throw this at Danny, not after what he went through, and maybe it's not him, maybe it's Flack. But she doesn't know and it's killing her. Maybe it's nothing. But it's not, and she has the evidence in front of her. But not enough, not to go to Danny or Flack either, because the picture doesn't actually show anything -- it's all inference. But that's part of policework and Lindsay's good at her job -- and so is Flack. Good enough to know about plausible deniability.
She folds the paper over again, hands shaking. Her coffee's gone cold. Mac wants her at the lab, to process what's left of it because she's the only one who's fit for duty -- Danny and Adam are out, Hawkes and Stella can't process the lab because they were involved, and Mac is in meeting after meeting aboout how the NYPD could let something like that happen.
She needs to go.
end
Author:
bedlamsbardFandom: CSI:NY
Rating: PG
Summary: It's a good picture, she'll give it that. Post-"Snow Day."
Disclaimer: CSI:NY and its characters are the property of Anthony Zuiker, Jerry Bruckheimer Television, CBS, and Alliance Atlantis.
Lindsay snatches the paper off the rack and shoves a handful of crumpled ones at the vendor. She doesn't wait for her change, just walks off with the paper in her hands, angling automatically for the nearest coffeeshop.
She orders a latte and sits down at a corner table, keeps the page turned down until her coffee arrives. Then she folds back the page.
It's a good picture, she'll give it that. There's a slight blurriness to the edges that tells her it's a cell phone photo, but the photographer is excellent -- or just lucky -- despite that. Light streams into the room through the windows, backlighting the figure on the exam table; shadows pool in just the right places. Lindsay could hope for less artistry in the brutal honesty.
Flack is standing between Danny's spread legs, big hands cupping Danny's bruised and battered face. Danny's good hand curves over the back of his neck, pulling him in closer. Flack's back is to the camera, but Lindsay doesn't need to see his face or Danny's to know what they're doing. The byline reads Two NYPD detectives share an emotional reunion after copnapping hostage situation ends. The article talks about Flack's cocaine bust, about the seige on the Crime Lab -- there's a picture of the explostion -- about Adam and Danny being tortured, even though it doesn't mention names besides Flack's and Mac's. Lindsay skims the article, but the majority of her attention is on the picture because it's not lying.
She must have walked in a few minutes after the picture was taken, because she remembers the light patterns in the hospital room. Flack had been standing away from Danny, tie unknotted and hung over the back of his neck, collar loosened. He'd been eating a candy bar, chocolate melting over his fingers, and he'd offered a piece to Danny just as Lindsay came back in from the ladies' room. She'd thought it was just friendship.
Lindsay puts her hand over the picture. Eight million people in New York. How many copies of this newspaper, cheap tabloid that it is? Danny is in his apartment, doped up after his reconstructive surgery, but Flack is on duty. And Lindsay doesn't know what to do or how long it's been going on. She's doubling back on every time she's ever seen Flack and Danny together, if there's been some undercurrent she hasn't seen. If Danny's been cheating on her since Bozeman.
She doesn't know what to do. She doesn't want to throw this at Danny, not after what he went through, and maybe it's not him, maybe it's Flack. But she doesn't know and it's killing her. Maybe it's nothing. But it's not, and she has the evidence in front of her. But not enough, not to go to Danny or Flack either, because the picture doesn't actually show anything -- it's all inference. But that's part of policework and Lindsay's good at her job -- and so is Flack. Good enough to know about plausible deniability.
She folds the paper over again, hands shaking. Her coffee's gone cold. Mac wants her at the lab, to process what's left of it because she's the only one who's fit for duty -- Danny and Adam are out, Hawkes and Stella can't process the lab because they were involved, and Mac is in meeting after meeting aboout how the NYPD could let something like that happen.
She needs to go.
end
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Date: 2007-05-19 09:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-05-19 10:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-05-20 05:14 am (UTC)1. Wow, this is fantastic. I held off reading it until I saw the finale (a bit late, I know), but it's been sitting in my tabs, taunting me for a few days. This is just lovely, though, Lindsay torn between wanting to know if Danny's cheating on her and if she can protect him and Flack from any of this at all. Poor Lindsay, you make me feel sorry for her, almost!
2. Did I miss something in the finale? I wonder if my download wasn't complete, or something, or... I don't know. I've seen three different people mention hospitals, and I didn't see anything where Danny or Adam actually went into the hospital. I mean, I'm sure they did, but was it actually shown in the ep? Or is everyone just assuming and writing based on that assumption?
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Date: 2007-05-20 06:00 am (UTC)Thank you! This was one of those stories where I just had to get the mental image out of my head or, you know, throw things at it and scream like a lunatic. I have schoolwork to do that to me; I don't need unwritten fic.
Lindsay is so totally screwed. I feel sorry for her every time I write her, but I just can't bring myself to like her on screen. What's wrong with me?
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Date: 2007-05-20 06:09 am (UTC)After watching the episode, I honestly didn't even think about Danny/Flack, but now I can't get it out of my head. (I did, however, totally think about Danny/Lindsay/Flack, because, well, yeah...).
Oh, poor Lindsay :D. So easy to torture. There is NOTHING wrong with you!
hm, bedtime
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Date: 2007-05-20 06:15 am (UTC)I'm always thinking about Danny/Flack. *facepalm* I just don't write a lot of it except in subtext anymore. *sigh*
Not that I write her that much, though. I think it's the visual cues onscreen throwing me off as much as how she's written, though. I don't like the actress.
GET SLEEP.
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Date: 2007-05-20 06:19 am (UTC)NO NO NO NO NO, you cannot tell me to not mind it, because now I'm all CURIOUS and the like, and that's so not a good thing. (ew, danny's hand, okay, that had to hurt like all hell)
I love Danny/Flack, but there was so little of it in the finale, and I was too focused by my theory about Danny's family and how he's protecting Lindsay.
I don't like the character. I don't know anything else that the actress has done, but the character bugs me.
I'M GOING TO AS SOON AS ALL OF THESE PEOPLE STOP EMAILING ME!
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Date: 2007-05-20 06:28 am (UTC)"Constantine," Danny said, coughing up blood. He rolled over onto hands and knees, spitting bits of broken teeth and more blood. "You can't -- kill me -- be -- because my --" He had to stop to gasp for breath.
One of the mobsters made a threatening move toward Danny, but his partner stopped him. "Keep talkin', cop."
"-- my uncle'll -- kill you." Another mouthful of blood. "Val -- Val Constantine. You put -- your hands on me -- ag-g-gain and -- you won't -- live --" Christ, it was getting harder and harder to talk and he was still coughing up blood. Broken ribs, maybe, even a punctured lung. He had to talk fast.
I can always find Danny/Flack. ALWAYS.
Oooh, what's your theory?
The thing is she has a lot of potential -- I sat down last year and worked out a timeline and background for her based on what I know about country girls (see above for my rodeo theory) -- but the show doesn't use her! Like someone said, she basically did the same thing as Peyton in the finale. And I really just don't like the way the actress looks.
Ignore them! Ignore me until tomorrow! Sleep is VERY GOOD.
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Date: 2007-05-20 07:17 pm (UTC)Oh, you know it must be bad when Danny's pulling out the Constantine card. He doesn't seem like the kind of guy who wants to rely on his family to get him out of situations, except when he has no other choice.
Danny/Flack was so much more obvious in the first couple of seasons, but not so much lately.
My theory is this (copy-paste from my journal):
I have this theory that Danny's mafia family knew something was going to happen today, something big. But they didn't know WHAT, only that it was. And Danny still talks to his mother, at least, so she warned him about it, told him that it might be a good idea to skip work today, even though no one really knows why. But he sleeps with Lindsay, realizes he doesn't want her going through whatever the Bad Thing may be, and so takes her shift.
Yeah, I saw the rodeo thing... country girls :D! And Lindsay still totally has Anna's baby-fat, a bit. I saw it in the arms.
I slept!!
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Date: 2007-05-20 09:26 pm (UTC)Except I have no idea what to do with it now that I've played it. I mean, there could or could not be repercussions. Well, there are always repercussions, but Danny played it too late to really help himself. And he would totally never call on his family except in the direst of situations.
Silly show.
Oooh, that makes a lot of sense. I like it.
Lindsay reads a lot like the rodeo girls I know, too. The stylisms are there, and the looks -- I mean, seriously, half the rodeo royalty are blonde and curly-haired. Did you ever see my theory on Lindsay's background?
Sleep is good!
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Date: 2007-05-21 01:38 am (UTC)There are always repercussions, yeah. But Danny's probably in too much pain and too freaking terrified to care about what they are, though Mac would KILL HIM if he found out.
I'd write my random theory, if I wasn't so damned lazy and trying to write this Drive fic (for THEE :D).
Um, did I see the background? I don't think so, but it depends on when it was posted. Is it in your personal canon?
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Date: 2007-05-21 02:31 am (UTC)I think Mac currently has other problems. I need to think about this.
Um, sorry? We're getting to Flack punching Mac, very slowly.
I posted it exactly a year ago, so probably not. Here. (http://bedlamsbard.livejournal.com/84751.html#cutid1) Pre-us finding out about her deep dark secret, but not actually all that far off, I think.
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Date: 2007-05-22 04:49 am (UTC)(Hi, I probably should've friended you forever and a day ago, but I am now. You needn't friend me back if you don't want; my feelings on the friending thing are quite casual. *waves*)
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Date: 2007-05-23 03:08 am (UTC)(Hi, and welcome! *waves back* Friending really has no effect on me since I don't use my friends page, but I don't bite, I swear. *friends back*)