The Chickens are in the Hayloft.

So I had this CSI:NY ficlet in my brain.  It was all very clear and I was \o/ YAY! because I haven't actually commited much fic over the past year or so.  *sigh*  I should have known it wouldn't be that easy.  The ficlet has now grown to fic because, well frankly Don Flack has a LOT of issues at the moment.  It also went from gen to slash.  Apparently Danny can't keep his hands or come ons to himself.

So in order to feel like I'm actually productive (HA!), I'm posting the first part of the fic as kind of a prelude.  It really gets into none of Flack's issues and the flirting is only there if you squint.  Nevertheless...

Title: Slainte
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing/Characters: Flack/Danny
Rating: Let's just call it FRM for language and future boy-touching
Spoilers: Everything through Sweet 16 is fair game, but Charge of This Post and Consequences are the biggies.
Summary: In the end, it all comes down to trust.
Warnings: Just that it's not beta'd at the moment.  It was only supposed to be a ficlet dammit!
A/N: A big thank you for listening to me whine and giving sage advice goes out to Skrip and Nix.