Title: The Truth Sucks. Let’s Play Dress Up.
Pairing/Characters: Sofia Curtis/Don Flack, Jr.
Fandom: CSI/CSI: NY Crossover
30_forbiddenPrompt: 29. Need
Disclaimer: I don’t own CSI or CSI: NY. Don and Sofia will come back unscathed and only a tiny bit frightened. Greg was not harmed in the making of this fiction. XD
Summary: He’s might just become the rebound she’s looking for.
"Why the hell would he pull himself off the case? Is he that immature? Can he really not deal with me? Is he really that angry with me and Danny?" Sofia looked at Danny for confirmation, only to see Danny and Adam standing a good deal further away from her than necessary. Adam was peeking out from over Danny’s shoulder and Danny looked a little frightened.
"You’re scary when you’re angry," said Danny, Adam’s eyes were wide as he stared at Sofia, who shot them both a glare.
"Oh shut up," she said, rolling her eyes and heading out the door. Adam watched her go.
"Where are you going?" he called after her as she stalked off.
"To beat some sense into Flack!" said Sofia loudly, passing Lindsay in the hallway. Lindsay stopped and stared after her.
"What’s with her?" asked Lindsay, jutting her thumb over her shoulder as she walked up to Danny and Adam.
"Rampage," said Danny simply. "How you doin’? I haven’t seen you in awhile."
"I’m fine," said Lindsay simply. Danny nodded while Adam stood in between them. After a moment of awkward silence, Adam started clicking his tongue.
"Well," said Adam, swaying back and forth on his heels. "This isn’t weird."
Don was lying across his couch, his eyes closed and his CD player blasting something or other in the background. His work shirt was lying on his coffee table alongside an open beer bottle.
You’re an idiot, Don thought to himself, lifting his hand to his forehead and groaning loudly.
It took his awhile to realize someone was banging on his door. He figured it was one of his neighbors and stayed put, his eyelids squeezing shut to block out things he really didn’t want to remember he did.
The pounding on his door continued, becoming louder as the current song playing slowed to a stop. Through the door, Don could hear muttering.
"Flack, would you open the door!" Don’s eyes opened and a frown settled on his face.
"Sofia?" he called out, praying to himself that she wasn’t really banging on his door.
"Flack, open the door."
"Why?" asked Don, slightly afraid of what she might do to him if he refused, but only slightly.
"I want to talk to you," Don sighed and sat up, swinging his legs over his couch and standing, (not bothering with an over shirt) heading towards the door and jerking it open. His face was virtually emotionless as he stared down at Sofia, who looked equally as pissed as he felt.
"What?" he asked her, not even bothering to ask her how she knew where he lived.
"Couple things," said Sofia. Don inwardly flinched at the tone of her voice and watched her as she walked into his apartment uninvited.
"Sure come in," muttered Don, closing the door behind her. Sofia turned to look at him, crossing her arms over her chest and fixing him with look that clearly said ‘Start talking’.
"You took yourself off of the case," said Sofia. Don nodded, walking past her and into his kitchen, forcing Sofia to roll her eyes and follow him, leaning against the counter top as Don tried to figure out why he walked into his kitchen. "Why?"
"Why did you take yourself off the case?"
"I can’t really work with you and Danny. I’d feel like the third wheel."
"You’re smart Flack; you really don’t believe that Danny and I are dating," Sofia rolled her eyes at herself and walked up to Don, who was facing away from her. "He’s into Lindsay."
"You’ve been here, what? Three days? How do you know that?"
"He’s readable. It’s obvious," Don sighed and glanced at his clock before turning around. He froze, looking at Sofia for probably the first time in a couple hours.
"You look horrible," he said, reaching up and touching her face. She really did look bad. There were dark circles under her eyes and her face was slightly pale. Sofia rolled her eyes, but didn’t move to push Don away. "When was the last time you slept?"
"I don’t really get much sleep anymore," said Sofia, closing her eyes and leaning subconsciously into Don’s hand. Don’s heart was beating erratically. She might not notice what she was doing to him, but he sure did.
"Sofia," said Don, his thumb brushing Sofia’s cheek. "You should probably go home."
"Walk me?" asked Sofia quietly, sounding a bit disoriented. Don figured her adrenaline had finally given up on her, making her exhausted.
"Where do you live?" Sofia sighed and pointed in the direction of Don’s apartment door.
"Down the hall," she said sleepily, pulling Don’s hand off her cheek and stumbling into his chest, resting her head on his shoulder and suppressing a yawn.
"You’re serious?" asked Don, looking down at her. "You’re my neighbor?" Sofia nodded. Suddenly her eyes snapped open and she backed away from Don.
"I’m sorry," she said quickly, stumbling a bit as she tried to catch her footing. "I came here to yell at you. I want you back on our case. Yes, yelling. Yelling is good."
Don suppressed a laugh as Sofia talked to herself; cover his mouth with his hand as Sofia shot him a weak glare.
"You don’t have to yell at me," said Don. "I’ll walk you to your apartment and see you in the morning. Promise."
"I don’t need you to walk me five steps in…that general direction," said Sofia, frowning to herself as she tried to remember where she lived. Don took a step forward and caught her arm.
"You do need me," said Don quietly. Sofia looked up at him and slowly nodded, letting herself be lead out of Don’s apartment until they reached her own. Sofia dropped her keys into Don’s hand and watched him open her door and gently pushed her in.
"’Night, Sofia," said Don, handing Sofia back her keys, Sofia clutched her door handle, watching as Don started to turn and leave. She reached out and grabbed his sleeve before he could get more than a step away from her door.
"Don’t," whispered Sofia. "I know I’m being awfully weird right now, but trust me when I tell you that you don’t want to get involved with me," Don shifted his eyes and looked at her. He backed up until he was facing her completely.
"Yes I do," he said, his hand brushing along her neck and leaning down to kiss her. Sofia let him, rising up on her toes and kissing Don back. Forgetting what she had been saying as she tasted beer and Oreo’s on Don’s tongue.
The two pulled away slowly, neither daring to breath at the prospect of what just happened turning out to be a dream. A really, really interesting dream.
And when Don kissed her again, Sofia knew she’d never be able to stop herself from kissing him back.