Title: Q is for Question
Author: stellaluna_
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Danny/Don
Summary: Written for kinkapoodles.
Disclaimer: None of these are mine. Characters are the property of Anthony Zuiker, Jerry Bruckheimer Television, CBS, and Alliance Atlantis.

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"What the fuck is your problem?" Flack grabs Danny by his shirt collar and shoves him up against the wall, and any other time he would be disturbed by how satisfying he finds the sound of Danny's back slamming into the brick. Danny lets out a startled gasp and twists against him, trying to shove Flack away. Flack tightens his hold on the shirt and leans in close.

"You're not going anywhere until you answer my fucking question. What the fuck is your problem?"

"What the fuck is yours?" Danny struggles and shoves at him. "Let go of me."

Flack loosens his grip and backs off just enough so that Danny can catch his breath, but he doesn't back off. "You don't talk to me," he says. "That's fine. You don't want to hang out after work. That's fine, too. But you...You. Do. Not. Disrespect me in front of suspects or the rest of your little nerd team. You understand me?"

"I didn't -- "

"Shut the fuck up. You like to talk? Now it's my turn to talk. You talk to me like a fellow officer when we're in the field, not like I'm some little peon. When I need something from you? You either make it happen for me, or you explain like a grown-up why you can't. You want to know why the whole rest of the NYPD hates you guys? Take a look at what happened today. There's your first big clue."

Danny shoves him off, hard, and steps away from the wall, straightening his jacket without looking at Flack. "You're a fine one to talk about respect," he says, and his tone is so dismissive that Flack wants to hit him. Wants to grab him again and, this time, feel the bones breaking under his hand, see the blood spurting from Danny's nose or mouth.

"I'm not the one who did you wrong here, Danny," Flack says. "Stop acting like I am."

Danny still doesn't look at him. Flack wonders if Danny knows how much this hurts him, or if it would make any difference if he did.

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