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bullet-prooflove · 2 months

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CSI Franchise Masterlist

CSI: Miami Masterlist

CSI: New York Masterlist

CSI: Vegas Masterlist

#csi new york #csi ny #csi vegas #csi miami #josh folsom #joshua folsom x reader #joshua folsom #josh folsom x reader #don flack #don flack x reader #detective don flack #tim speedle #timothy speedle #tim speedle x reader

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metalmonki · 4 months

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Next big work

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screememories · 1 year

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Merry Christmas!

CSI: NY Season 6 Episode 11 Second Chances

#CSI: NY #CSI NY #Crime Scene Investigation: New York #Mac Taylor #Stella Bonasera #Don Flack #Sheldon Hawkes #Danny Messer #Lindsay Monroe #Adam Ross #gary sinise #melina kanakaredes #Eddie Cahill #carmine giovinazzo #anna belknap #Hill Harper #a.j. buckley #Robert Joy #Sid Hammerback

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eyes-above--the-waves · 5 months

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On Tonight's Episode of, "Jessica Watches the CSI Franchise 20 Years Too Late":

Imagine all the storylines that would have never happened if all of the police precincts had mandatory therapy after a traumatic event.

Like...did they not think that Flack would probably have PTSD from his gf dying in his arms? And then straight-up murdering her killer? And then immediately getting shot at in a drive-by? And then watching one of his friends become temporarily paralyzed after getting shot at during said drive-by?

Because if he did go to therapy, it did not work.

OH AND...the way that Mac just lets Flack back on the case after the events of "Don Flack and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day" because Flack said he was sorry and it would never happen again? Yeah, okay.

#plus all the times someone expressed concern for him and the response was basically 'he'll figure it out in time'...like NO!#when someone starts acting out after experiencing a traumatic event you don't just leave them alone to deal with it.#csi ny #don flack #jessica watches csi

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wipbigbang · 10 days

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WIP BIG BANG SIGN-UPS ARE LIVE!

The 2024 round of WIP Big Bang is now open for sign-ups! Any fandom is welcome, as long as the fic is 500 completed so far and will be at least 7,500 words upon its finishing. Signing up is easy: just fill out the form linked below after you read the FAQ and take a look at the schedule.

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letthewhumpbegin · 1 month

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BTHB voting #21

My goal for this year is to complete my new Bad Things Happen Bingo Card😇. I've never before produced that much fanfics in one year, so we'll see how it goes 😁

You, my dear readers, followers and accidental-passers-by, get to vote who / what fandoms the prompts will get filled for! Over the next weeks I will post a poll per prompt, and you can get voting 😉

The 21st prompt is: TIED TO A CHAIR

For a 'look-and-feel' of my writing, check out my writing masterlist

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moodiboards · 1 year

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Flooding your inbox!

Flack and love

It’s been a hot minute since I created for this fandom!! But IM BACK BABY!!!! 😍🥰

#my moodboard #csi new york #csi ny #don flack #detective flack #please credit if you use #please credit if you repost

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thinkingaboutbetterdays · 2 years

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protection detail. ( don flack x reader )

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It began with an investigation into two of your co-workers who were murdered two days apart. The only thing that linked them was the bar in which the three of you worked in. You had come home to find someone had been questioning neighbours and Flack had chased you outside when you ran after seeing him in your apartment and he and Danny split up, meeting in the middle finding you had vanished in thin air, the alley a dead end with nowhere you could have escaped to.

You had no idea what they were involved in but after a threatening text message saying that you were next, you went into hiding. For three days Flack waited until you came to pick up your wages. You had fled the bar by the time Flack entered with Stella and the pair rushed after you, pursuing for three blocks.

You were running by four parked cars when a car drove by, firing round after round and Flack tackled you to the ground while Stella fired back, getting a brief look at the plates.

You closed your eyes tightly, feeling the searing pain in your abdomen and Flack put pressure on the gunshot sound.

"Stella!"

She rushed over, holstering her firearm and took out her cellphone to call an ambulance when she saw the blood slipping through Flack's fingers.

"I-I-"

"You're going to be fine." Flack assured you. "Just stay with me."

You passed out before the ambulance arrived and woke up in a hospital room hours later. You knew you couldn't stay so you grabbed your clothes from the locker and took painful steps down the staircases to avoid being seen, fleeing the hospital. Minutes after you had left Flack and Danny had arrived and the two split up to find you.

You were sitting by the docks when Danny approached you and you stood up, prepared to run only to find Flack blocking your path.

"NYPD." He displayed his badge. "Want to tell me why you're running? And don't get cute."

"I don't know what they want." You began. "Please, I can't stay here!" You cried out in pain, covering your wound with your hand.

Flack gently lowered you onto a bench. "She's popped the stitches." He stated, seeing the blood soaking through your shirt. His gaze met yours with a determination that gave you no option but to believe in him. "Don't worry. We're going to protect you."

That's how you found yourself being driven home by the detective in the late hours of the night. You looked around the trashed apartment and swallowed thickly as you picked up a broken photograph that had your family inside.

"Why is this happening to me?"

"The two women you worked with were involved with smuggling drugs into the city. The people that got to them must think you have something that links back to them."

You met his gaze briefly before looking at the photograph, placing a hand over your stitches as you moved to the sofa. You sat down, a wince leaving your lips from the movement.

"What happens if they come back?" You asked.

"There are two patrol cars outside watching everything and everyone that comes by. There's people watching the security tapes to see if we can find the rest of the plates Stella saw. There were no fingerprints found but there was a footprint which can tell us a little more about who we're looking for. And I will be with you twenty four seven until these guys are caught."

You looked at the photograph before looking at him. "I'm sorry for running."

"You were scared. That's understandable given the circumstances."

"I just keep going over it in my head and there's nothing I can think of. We've only known each other for a year and we never really spoke that often unless it was at work." You placed a hand on your forehead, closing your eyes when a tear fell down your cheek.

"Hey," He spoke softly, sitting beside you, and placing a hand on your back. "I promise you that we will get these guys."

You wiped your cheeks, looking at the photograph, drawing his attention to it.

"Is that your family?" He asked.

You nodded. "My sister lives out of state. And my brother lives in Cuba with my mother. My father died six years ago from a heart attack."

"I'm sorry." He frowned.

"He never wanted me to come here. Said it was dangerous. Lonely." You began. "He said that I'd get myself killed if I left..." You covered your mouth, feeling tears pricking your eyes. "He was right."

You stood up, wiping your tears away. "Do you want some coffee?" You started heading to the kitchen and Flack knew that you were putting on a brave face in a grave situation.

"Sure."

After making coffee You started sprucing up your apartment and Flack offered to help, picking up chairs that had been tipped over, doing the bending which caused you pain at the moment. So you swept the floors and filled two trash bags with broken glass, smashed pottery and furniture.

Trying to find a way to pass the time you put on a film, sitting on the sofa while Flack sat on the armchair. The movie was never seen as the two of you delved deeper into your pasts and you admired the detective who fell asleep on the armchair by the time the film was finished.

You held in a groan as you stood up, finding a blanket to cover him with as he slept. You smiled softly as you stared down at him for a moment. He was handsome there was no doubt about it.

Not wanting to be alone, you slept on the sofa and in the morning were greeted by the sight of Flack on his cellphone talking to someone he referred to as 'Mac'.

You sent him a small smile which he returned as you headed to the kitchen to make breakfast. Flack ended the call minutes later, walking over to you as you plated up the pancakes.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, thanking you when you handed him a cup of freshly brewed coffee.

"A little better. If I don't move or breathe it doesn't hurt." You sent him a smile before placing a plate in front of him on the breakfast bar. "I hope your hungry. I cook when I'm stressed."

"I'm starving." He smiled, thanking you as he sat down.

You smiled softly, "It's the least I can do. This must be pretty boring just...waiting."

"I love to wait. I'm a waiter." He said, taking his first bite and from the way his eyes glanced at the pancakes before meeting your gaze you knew he was impressed.

"Good?" You asked hopefully, biting your lower lip.

"Very good." He corrected.

You couldn't have predicted that in two short hours the apartment would have descended into chaos. You were leaving the apartment to go to the police station when gunshots rang out down the hallway and Flack brought you back inside, finding cover behind the breakfast bar seconds before the door broke down and two men entered.

You held your breath, pressing yourself against the breakfast bar in the hopes you wouldn't be found as Flack called out to the two men who fired round after round towards you both.

Flack stood up, firing several rounds before ducking down. "I can't get a clean shot."

"What are we going to do?" You whispered.

"You are staying here." He said.

"Detective Flack." A man with a strong accent began and for a few moments the gun fire stopped as he addressed the detective hidden beside you. "This is nothing to do with you. This is business. You can walk away. Give us the girl."

"Sounds like a good deal." You whispered.

"Forget it. I'm not leaving you." He told you.

Suddenly two new voices arrived, Mac and Danny who disarmed the two men and Flack stood up, ready with his handcuffs and you closed your eyes, realizing it was finally over.

Flack returned to you as Danny and a patrol officer escorted the two suspects to the cars outside, receiving news that the officers who had been on surveillance were killed with silencers, before the duo had made their way up to your apartment.

You slowly stood up and your eyes scanned the destruction the gunfire had caused and in that moment as Flack approached you, you had one thing to say.

"Know anyone looking for a fixer upper?"

Flack had been ready to comfort you but if the past two days had taught him anything it was that you didn't need it.

"I can make a few calls."

You smiled up at him, a giggle leaving your lips. "Know any motels?"

"A few." He smiled, turning to you.

Your smile grew as you looked up at him. "Well, Detective Flack...I think this counts as a success."

"I'm, uh, sorry about the apartment. How about I make it up to you?"

"Dinner?" You suggested.

Don's smile grew. "Perfect." He handed you his card and you bit your lip, your eyes skimming over it before you met his gaze. "Say, Tuesday at eight?"

"Perfect."

He glanced at the ground, chuckling before he was adressed by a patrol officer. You smiled softly as you stepped away, looking over your shoulder to meet Flack's gaze.

From just one look, you knew he was as excited about your date as you were.

#donald flack jr #donald flack jr x reader #don flack #don flack x reader #csi new york

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pennywaltzy · 1 year

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Moments In The Life Of One Daniel "Danny" Messer (1/10)

So here's my old fic for the day! It's a 100-drabble drabble collection that I divided into ten chapters of ten drabbles (I'll post a new chapter every day along with another fic until it's done). They're all little moments in Danny Messer's life.

Moments In The Life Of One Daniel "Danny" Messer - A series of drabbles depicting moments in Daniel "Danny" Messer's life.

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Title: First Conversation Prompt: #1 - Beginnings Characters: Danny Messer & Mac Taylor

"You the guy I'm supposed to talk to?"

"Depends on what you're here to talk about."

"Job at the crime lab."

"Then I'm the man. Mac Taylor."

"Detective Messer."

"You have a first name, Detective?"

"Daniel. Everyone calls me Danny, though."

"Messer..."

"Yeah, I'm related to the Messers with the family connections, if that's what you're thinking."

"So...why are you a cop?"

"Someone's got to take them down. Might as well be me, you know? I’m the black sheep of the family anyway."

"Why?"

"Because...because I actually believe in doing more than they do. I want more than they do."

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Title: Hours To Go Prompt: #6 - Hours Characters: Danny Messer

He was trapped. Hours to go till he could get out, till the panic room opened up. Hours.

God, if he wasn't claustrophobic before, being trapped with a dead body overnight was more than enough to push him in that direction.

Hours. If he concentrated on the hours, kept looking at his watch, talked the hours away on his cell phone till the battery went dead, maybe he'd make it. Maybe he wouldn't lose his mind. Yeah, he just had to remember that every hour that passed was one less for him to be there. Then he’d be long gone.

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Title: Bad Jokes Prompt: #11 - Red Characters: Danny Messer & Don Flack

The blood spilled across the floor, bright red on pristine white marble. Danny whistled. Lots of blood for one body. Probably meant the victim had either completely bled out before being moved or there was more than one victim...two of them, probably.

"How many vics you say there were?"

"Two," Flack answered. "One Margaret Walden and one Thomas Kettering."

He whistled again, pulled out a camera, snapped a shot of the red stuff. "Bet you they’re drained," he deadpanned, flashing a grin at Flack, who just rolled his eyes.

"Stop it with the bad jokes, Messer. You’re killing me here."

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Title: Blue In My Eyes Prompt: #16 - Purple Characters: Danny Messer, Stella Bonasera & Lindsay Monroe

"Purple suits you."

He glanced down at his shirt. "You think?"

"Brings out the blue in your eyes." Stella shut her locker. "Remember I told you if you ever needed beauty tips..."

Danny grinned. "I still can't believe what waterproof mascara does to your lashes."

"Yeah, well...price we pay."

He watched her leave, then looked back at his shirt. His grin got bigger...he did look good. Not that anyone would notice his eyes, since they were behind glasses, but...

"You look nice, Danny."

He flashed a wide grin at Lindsay. "Apparently, the purple brings out the blue in my eyes."

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Title: Have Been, Will Be Prompt: #21 - Friends Characters: Danny Messer & Aiden Burn

"Hey! Wait up!"

"Leave me alone."

"Hey, Aiden...look, I'd give up my job and leave for this, for what happened..."

"Someone's got to stay and look out for my case."

"You know I will. That's what friends do."

"So we're friends?"

"Have been, will be."

"So, as friends...feel like buying me a beer? Or three?"

"What, you're gonna try and out-drink me? Never."

"No, I'm going to try and forget about what just happened."

"Give me your keys and the tab's on me."

"My keys?"

"So I can make sure you get inside your apartment and not left outside. Keys?"

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Title: Pick-Up Prompt: #26 - Teammates Rating: G Characters: Danny Messer & Don Flack

Danny looked at those guys at the pick-up basketball game. He didn't see Flack anywhere, and everyone else was getting impatient. "Fine. Cook."

"Swann."

"Parker."

"Brown."

Finally, he saw him. "When his lazy butt gets over here, Flack."

"Why do you always pick Flack for your team?" the other captain said.

"Because he's good. And I want the good guys on my team."

"Fine. Robb."

Flack bounded over. "On your team?"

Danny nodded. "Grogan," he called out.

"Friedman."

"Let's get ready and play," tossing the ball to Flack. "Ready?"

"Ready." Flack passed the ball back, and the game was on.

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Title: New Day Prompt: #31 - Sunrise Characters: Danny Messer

He hadn't been up to see the sunrise in a while. It had been a long night, trying to piece the case back together for the D.A. He was just taking a break, looking out the windows as the sun rose. It was gorgeous...the light came up gradually, chasing away the shadows, and bringing the city back to life.

He took another sip of his coffee and watched the new day coming. His day wasn't busy, not yet, but taking a moment out to see the sight woke him up and energized him a little more than he had been.

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Title: Shampoo Prompt: #36 - Smell Rating: G Characters: Pre-ship Danny Messer/Lindsay Monroe

He was standing behind her again, his head near hers, and the smell of her shampoo wafted up. God, she smelled good...she always smelled good. That was how he knew she was around, by how she smelled. But he'd been left to wonder what it was exactly that she smelled like.

"What kind of shampoo do you use, Montana?"

"Why?"

"Just wondering."

"Um...Garnier Fructis." She shrugged. "I think it smells nice."

"Yeah." Instead, he just inched a little closer to her and took another breath. Time for him to switch shampoos...

Messer, you got it real bad for her...

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Title: Fuzzy Outlines Prompt: #41 - Shapes Rating: G Characters: Danny Messer

He could see without his glasses on. He just...after a while, all the shapes seemed to blur and become fuzzy. Sometimes blinking a few times took care of the problem, sometimes he had to find his glasses and put them back on.

Now, with his glasses on, his eyes were making things fuzzy and indistinct shapes. This wasn't a good sign.

He took his glasses off, shut his eyes, and rubbed the bridge of his nose. It was time for someone else to take over computer duties for a while because if this kept up, he was gonna be pissed.

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Title: King Of The Dead Prompt: #46 - King Rating: G Characters: Danny Messer & Sheldon Hawkes

"Hey, Hawkes. Tell me what it's like to be king of your domain."

Hawkes looked at him. "I'd rather be out in the field."

"What, and have us lose the best coroner we've had? No way." He laughed a bit, then saw the look on Hawkes' face. "You're serious."

"Yeah."

Danny went across from him, one dead body between them. "And give all this up?"

"I want to help people. Before they end up here."

Danny nodded. "Then give the kingdom to someone else."

"You want the job?"

"Me? Be king of the dead? You’ve inhaled too many chemicals, Doc."

#csi new york #csi ny #csi: ny #danny messer #fanfic #fanfiction #danny x lindsay #mac taylor #don flack #aiden burn #stella bonasera #lindsay monroe #sheldon hawkes

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blris96 · 2 years

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I pretty much agree with all your csi ny picks. Don is hilarious

Hi lovely anon!

Don is indeed hilarious!!

#B Answers Questions #ask box #don flack #csi ny

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bullet-prooflove · 1 year

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“Do you feel that? Feel what you do to me?”

“Do you feel that?” Don whispered against your lips as his long fingers gripped your hand and guiding it down along the front of his jeans, so it settled over his erection. “Feel what you do to me?”

Your fingertips trailed up along the shape of his rigid cock, thumb chasing over the head through the harsh fabric. He moaned, his breath ghosting across your skin as those beautiful blue fixated on yours. You knew what he needed; you could see the depths of it in his soul.

“Do you need me to take care of you tonight, Don?” You murmured, allowing your hand to rub slowly over this needy dick. “Do you need me to show you how good I can make you feel?”

“Please.”

There was an edge of pleading to his tone, a low whine that reverberated through your body, setting your synapses ablaze before you whispered.

“Get on the bed.”

#don flack x reader #reader x don flack #detective don flack jnr #don flack jr #don flack

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donnydamakkk · 2 months

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FLACK WHERE ARE U HES GONNA KILL MY GIRL

#like he was drowning her so bad omg #stella bonasera #don flack

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screememories · 1 year

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Happy Halloween! 🎃✨

#CSI: NY #CSI: New York #Mac Taylor #Don Flack #Gary Sinise #Eddie Cahill #I miss them so much #Happy Halloween

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wipbigbang · 1 year

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WIP Big Bang 2023 Round Starting April 1st!

What is the WIP Big Bang? Good question! This is a Big Bang with one goal in mind: to clean out your fanfic drafts folder. These are stories that were unfinished for whatever reason, that authors returned to and completed, and the art that goes with them!

Please read our FAQ/check out our schedule for more details.

#signal boost #fandom event #csi: ny #csi new york #csi ny #mac taylor #stella bonasera #sheldon hawkes #danny messer #don flack #jessica angell #lindsay monroe #adam ross #sid hammerback #marty pino #kaile maka #aiden burn #jo danville

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letthewhumpbegin · 1 month

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BTHB voting #19

My goal for this year is to complete my new Bad Things Happen Bingo Card😇. I've never before produced that much fanfics in one year, so we'll see how it goes 😁

You, my dear readers, followers and accidental-passers-by, get to vote who / what fandoms the prompts will get filled for! Over the next weeks I will post a poll per prompt, and you can get voting 😉

The 19th prompt is: HEADACHE / MIGRAINE

For a 'look-and-feel' of my writing, check out my writing masterlist

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moodiboards · 1 year

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Flack - detective

Better late than never 😅🫣🥰❤️

@bullet-prooflove @bulletproof-love-replies

#my moodboard #csi new york #csi ny #don flack

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