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[#021] Say I'm the Only Bee in Your Bonnet (CSI:NY/Rizzoli & Isles)
Theme Prompt: #021 – Birds of a Feather
Title: Say I’m the Only Bee in Your Bonnet
Fandom: CSI:NY/Rizzoli & Isles
Rating/Warnings: (Language, violence, mature content, spoilers?)
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 647
Summary: The loud exclamation is probably not the way Don Flack should have introduced himself to the Boston crime scene, but there’s really only a few reactions someone can have to seeing that many feathers everywhere.
“Ho!”
The loud exclamation is probably not the way Don Flack should have introduced himself to the Boston crime scene, but there’s really only a few reactions someone can have to seeing that many feathers everywhere. The small apartment is covered in brightly colored parrots, each of them being quietly shuffled out by Animal Control so that the medical examiner could get the body out. Two dark haired detectives whip their heads around at the sudden sound, and one of them, a woman with wildly curly hair is quick to step forward and address the situation before he could come in any further.
“Sorry, who are you?”
“Don Flack,” he replies as he goes to flip his badge open. “NYPD.”
“Little far out of your jurisdiction, don’t you think?”
“I do, but feathers aside, I think your DOA might be my murder suspect.”
The medical examiner glances up from the body, flashing the detective a much friendlier smile before reaching off the ID in her hand. “Walton James of Brooklyn, New York.”
“That’s the guy.” Flack holds up his hands. “I’m not looking to throw a kink in your case, but my boss is going to insist that I follow this through.”
“Well, if he’s really wanted for murder, that at least gives us a good place to start for motive.” The female detective steps forward and holds a hand out to him. “Jane Rizzoli, that’s Doctor Maura Isles, and Detective Frankie Rizzoli.”
He smirks at the second name and nods. “Family business?”
Jane laughs. “Something like that.” Then there’s a beat as she moves to gesture him out the door. “Why don’t we go over the case while CSU gets in here to do their thing. We’ve got to run this by my sergeant anyway.”
“Sounds good to me,” he nods, and as they head towards the elevator he makes a face. “I gotta ask – what’s with all the birds?”
“You really don’t want to know.”
* * * * *
Over the course of the next few days, while generally speaking the Boston and New York teams got along well, there’s always a fair amount of friendly rivalry between the two – the natural result of the usual Boston and New York clash. Jane and Flack disagree on everything from baseball to pizza, but it’s all in good natured fun. After all, there’s a murder to solve.
At the end of the day, though, they’re all gathered around the table at the Dirty Robber with a few beers before Flack has to take his train back to New York. Maura makes her way over with her glass of wine as she surveys Flack and Jane’s matching burger baskets and fries.
“Well, aren’t you two birds of a feather,” she teases as she slides in next to Jane. “Trying to get Jane to eat something other than burgers is like pulling teeth.”
“That so?” Flack says, raising his eyebrows with a teasing smile. “I’ll have you know I have a very extensive palate.”
“Extensive palate?” Jane raises her eyebrows. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Flack laughs before turning back to Maura. “Rizzoli was telling me how you’re always trying to expand her food options. You two ever come to New York, I’ll have to take you down to Gramercy Tavern.”
“I’ve heard such good things about the food there. The chef sounds so creative.”
“How creative is creative?”
Maura starts to open her mouth to explain and Flack cuts her off. “Don’t tell her. It’ll ruin the surprise.”
“Yeah, and that means I’m not gonna like it.”
Flack laughs, before glancing at his watch and getting to his feet with a sigh. “Well, ladies, it has been a pleasure, but I should probably get down to the train station. You’re ever in New York, you look me up.”
“Will do, Detective,” Jane smiles. “Thanks for dropping by.”
Title: Say I’m the Only Bee in Your Bonnet
Fandom: CSI:NY/Rizzoli & Isles
Rating/Warnings: (Language, violence, mature content, spoilers?)
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 647
Summary: The loud exclamation is probably not the way Don Flack should have introduced himself to the Boston crime scene, but there’s really only a few reactions someone can have to seeing that many feathers everywhere.
“Ho!”
The loud exclamation is probably not the way Don Flack should have introduced himself to the Boston crime scene, but there’s really only a few reactions someone can have to seeing that many feathers everywhere. The small apartment is covered in brightly colored parrots, each of them being quietly shuffled out by Animal Control so that the medical examiner could get the body out. Two dark haired detectives whip their heads around at the sudden sound, and one of them, a woman with wildly curly hair is quick to step forward and address the situation before he could come in any further.
“Sorry, who are you?”
“Don Flack,” he replies as he goes to flip his badge open. “NYPD.”
“Little far out of your jurisdiction, don’t you think?”
“I do, but feathers aside, I think your DOA might be my murder suspect.”
The medical examiner glances up from the body, flashing the detective a much friendlier smile before reaching off the ID in her hand. “Walton James of Brooklyn, New York.”
“That’s the guy.” Flack holds up his hands. “I’m not looking to throw a kink in your case, but my boss is going to insist that I follow this through.”
“Well, if he’s really wanted for murder, that at least gives us a good place to start for motive.” The female detective steps forward and holds a hand out to him. “Jane Rizzoli, that’s Doctor Maura Isles, and Detective Frankie Rizzoli.”
He smirks at the second name and nods. “Family business?”
Jane laughs. “Something like that.” Then there’s a beat as she moves to gesture him out the door. “Why don’t we go over the case while CSU gets in here to do their thing. We’ve got to run this by my sergeant anyway.”
“Sounds good to me,” he nods, and as they head towards the elevator he makes a face. “I gotta ask – what’s with all the birds?”
“You really don’t want to know.”
Over the course of the next few days, while generally speaking the Boston and New York teams got along well, there’s always a fair amount of friendly rivalry between the two – the natural result of the usual Boston and New York clash. Jane and Flack disagree on everything from baseball to pizza, but it’s all in good natured fun. After all, there’s a murder to solve.
At the end of the day, though, they’re all gathered around the table at the Dirty Robber with a few beers before Flack has to take his train back to New York. Maura makes her way over with her glass of wine as she surveys Flack and Jane’s matching burger baskets and fries.
“Well, aren’t you two birds of a feather,” she teases as she slides in next to Jane. “Trying to get Jane to eat something other than burgers is like pulling teeth.”
“That so?” Flack says, raising his eyebrows with a teasing smile. “I’ll have you know I have a very extensive palate.”
“Extensive palate?” Jane raises her eyebrows. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Flack laughs before turning back to Maura. “Rizzoli was telling me how you’re always trying to expand her food options. You two ever come to New York, I’ll have to take you down to Gramercy Tavern.”
“I’ve heard such good things about the food there. The chef sounds so creative.”
“How creative is creative?”
Maura starts to open her mouth to explain and Flack cuts her off. “Don’t tell her. It’ll ruin the surprise.”
“Yeah, and that means I’m not gonna like it.”
Flack laughs, before glancing at his watch and getting to his feet with a sigh. “Well, ladies, it has been a pleasure, but I should probably get down to the train station. You’re ever in New York, you look me up.”
“Will do, Detective,” Jane smiles. “Thanks for dropping by.”
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