CSI NY imagines and fanfics

Intoxicated

A/N- setting this around when Don goes UA during the compass killer case.

"Cat-" Flack started.

"Sit your ass down and shut your mouth, Flack," I told him angrily, pointing to a chair in Terrance's apartment. We found our his former confidential informant had gotten him out of a robbery on the subway, and brought him to his apartment.

"Cat, what are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here? Flack, Terrance told me what happened on the subway. I can smell the alcohol coming off of you. You're in a bad place, I get that. But you're letting Angell's death consume you."

"I loved her!" He shouted, standing up. I pushed him back down and stared, hoping he'd listen.

"I know that, Flack. She was a part of the team, she was your partner. Grieve for her, but seriously, you went on a bender to cope with it? Alcohol will not make you feel better."

"How do you know?"

"I've been there, Don. I've been in a place where alcohol seemed like the best option to deal with whatever was going on. Before I became a cop, in my early 20s, I drank. A lot. I get it."

He looked surprised. So did Mac. He was standing off to the side, letting me lay into the other detective. Mac didn't know too much about how much I drank in my 20s, and I knew we'd be talking about that later.

"So, get your shit together. Get help. Go talk go the department therapist. Hell, I'll give you the number to my private therapist. She's great. But Don, you're killing yourself by doing this. It's not worth it."

We looked at each other, him taking in what I said. I knew it made a difference, and I could see tears in his eyes. He knew he messed up.

Later that day, he came in to our office to apologize.