Smackdown

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Title: Smackdown
Rating: PG-13 (there are some swears)
Pairing: Flack/Stella, Danny/Lindsay
Summary: Angell-bashing. Really, that can sum it up.
A/N: Written for ships50. The prompt was Bitch, please.
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
EDIT: This fic borders on crack!fic. It was written for fun, and fun only. If you like Det. Angell, you probably shouldn't read. The characters are OOC, but that is done with the author's knowledge and permission. Because we all need to let loose and write something completely implausible sometimes. To those who choose to read, enjoy :)

            The first thing Stella heard when she opened the locker room door was the sound of someone crying. Frowning, she moved down the rows slowly, searching for the source. When she finally reached the last row of lockers, she found Lindsay sitting on the bench, her head in her hands. Stella moved toward her without hesitation, sitting down and wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

 

            "Hey, kiddo," she said quietly. "What's wrong?"

 

            Lindsay lifted her tear-stained face, the sight breaking Stella's heart. "He's done with me," she said, her voice shaking.

 

            "What? What are you talking about?"

 

            Fresh tears escaped from Lindsay's eyes as she explained. "Danny. He's done with me. He's moved on."

 

            Stella reached up and brushed the hair from her friend's eyes. "Oh, Lindsay…I know he's been distant lately, but that's just how Danny gets. He doesn't deal with grief well. He'll get over it and come crawling back –"

 

            "He slept with Angell."

 

            Stella felt like she'd been slapped. Those were the last words she had expected to hear. She was sure that Danny loved Lindsay – it was obvious every time he looked at her. But if he had cheated…

 

            "How do you know?" she asked quietly, unsure of what else to say.

 

            Lindsay sniffed, leaning against her friend. "Angell told me. She said it happened the night Reuben died. And he wasn't with me, Stella…he pushed me away and disappeared."

 

            The older woman hugged her closer, gently rocking her. "It's okay," she murmured. "We'll figure it out, Lindsay…we'll figure it out."

 

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            "Messer!"

 

            Danny jumped at the sharp tone, and turned to see an enraged Stella stalking toward him. He unconsciously took a few steps backwards, bumping into the table behind him in an effort to get away from the irate detective.

 

            "You," she spat out, poking him in the chest with a finger. "You lying, cheating, no-good bastard. How dare you cheat on Lindsay when she has done nothing but take care of your undeserving ass –"

 

            "Whoa, wait a minute!" Danny cut in. "What the hell are you talking about? I never cheated on Montana!"

 

            "Oh really?" Stella asked, her face mere centimeters from his. "Than why is Angell saying that you did?"

 

            He frowned in confusion, and some of Stella's anger dissipated – he genuinely looked as though he didn't know what was going on.

           

            "Why would she do that?" he asked. "Who does she think I slept with?"

 

            Stella took a small step back. "With her. The night Reuben died."

 

            Danny's face contorted in thought, shaking his head. "I did not."

 

            "Excuse me?"

 

            His eyes locked with her. "I swear to God, Stell – I have never cheated on Montana. Especially not with Angell."

 

            "That night…"

 

            Danny pointed to emphasize his point. "That night," he said slowly. "I was with Flack. After I left Lindsay, I went down to the nearest bar and drank myself into a stupor. The bartender knows me, he called Flack, and Don came to get me. He dropped me at my place, and crashed on my couch to make sure I didn't do anything stupid. I never even saw Angell that night, Stell. I swear to God."

 

            Stella paused, thinking. "You know I can go check that with Flack."

 

            "Go right ahead," Danny replied, his eyes still on her. "You go ask him. I ain't lyin', Stell. I would never, EVER, hurt Montana like that."

 

            "You had better be telling the truth," she said in a low voice. And without another word, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the lab.

 

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            Don's face lit up when he saw Stella approaching. He opened his mouth to greet her, but instead she grabbed him by the elbow and dragged him down the corridor until she found a quiet corner.

 

            "I'm going to ask you a question," she said quietly. "And I need you to tell me the truth, Don. If you lie to me, I swear to God I will beat the living daylights out of you."

 

            Flack was tempted to make a joke, but he saw the seriousness in her eyes. Swallowing his comment, he nodded. "Alright, shoot."

 

            "You remember the night that kid was killed? Reuben?"

 

            "Yeah."

 

            "Where were you?"

 

            She asked the question with such intensity that he was taken aback. But he knew that it was important to her, and he didn't hesitate with his answer.

 

            "I got a call at my desk from a bartender down at O'Reilly's. I went, and Messer was so drunk he barely knew his own name. I dragged him to a taxi and then poured him into bed. Spent the rest of the night on his couch – and let me tell you, that thing ain't comfortable, Stell."

 

            "And you stayed there all night?" she pressed. "Messer didn't go anywhere?"

 

            "He was unconscious, Stell. I don't think he could have walked if he wanted to. He told me he'd been with Monroe, but then couldn't deal – he was at O'Reilly's by seven." He paused, narrowing his eyes at her. "What's this all about?"

 

            Stella's eyes hardened. "You want to know what this is all about?" she asked. "Angell is a lying whore."

 

            She turned to walk away, Flack trailing after her in confusion.

 

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            Angell stood in the break room, waiting for the coffee to finish brewing. She hadn't slept well the night before, and there was nothing she wanted more at that moment than a large cup of caffeine. Steps sounded behind her, however, and she turned to see Stella walking towards her, Flack, Lindsay and Danny a little distance behind. She put a smile on her face.

 

            "Hey, Stell –"

 

            Her words were cut off as Stella's right hand swung out, slapping her hard across the face. Everyone looked on in stunned silence, unsure of what to do. Angell's hand flew to her stinging cheek, her mouth open as she stared at Stella.

 

            "What the hell was that for?" she demanded.

 

            "For being a lying whore," Stella shot back. "The next time you want to tell lies about Danny sleeping with you, maybe you want to check where he actually was on the night in question. Because he sure as hell wasn't with you. In fact, he was so drunk, he probably couldn't have had sex even if he wanted to."

 

            Feeling like her job was done, Stella turned to walk away. But Angell's voice stopped her.

 

            "It must be hard for you."

 

            The older detective turned back. "What is?"

 

            "Being jealous of me."

 

            Stella laughed, crossing her arms. "And why exactly would I be jealous of you?"

 

            Angell shrugged, a cocky smile on her face. "Because you've obviously got a thing for Flack, and he's just not interested. He flirts with me. It must suck to lose a guy to a younger, prettier woman."

 

            Stella shook her head, chuckling. "Bitch, please. Don and I have been sleeping together since the day you got here. He thinks your little crush on him is cute, but he's more than satisfied at home."

 

            Angell looked like she'd been slapped all over again. She opened her mouth to say something, but no words came out. Stella smiled happily and began to walk away.

 

            "Glad we had this little chat," she threw over her shoulder.

 

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            "You ready to go home?"

 

            Lindsay looked up to see Danny standing in the entrance to their office, leaning against the doorframe. His eyes were sad, and she dropped her gaze to the ground.

 

            "Are you mad at me?" she asked quietly.

 

            He crossed the room in heartbeat, taking her face in his hands and lifting her eyes to his. "Mad at you…" he repeated. "No, of course not."

 

            "I shouldn't have listened to her," she said, her voice breaking. "I'm so sorry –"

 

            "Hey," he said firmly, cutting her off. "You got nothin' to apologize for, Montana. I'm the one that screwed up." When she frowned in confusion, he explained. "I pushed you away, made you think that I didn't wanna be with you anymore. But that couldn't be farther from the truth, Lindsay. I need you. I…I love you."

 

            "Really?" she whispered.

 

            "Really."

 

            Lindsay reached up and kissed him firmly. Then she wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in the crook of his neck. "I love you, too," she murmured. "Now take me home, Danny."

 

            "Anything you want, Montana," he said, breathing her in as he held her tightly. "Anything you want."

 

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            "I gotta tell you, Stell – that was pretty hot."

 

            She looked up to see Flack standing next to her. Smiling coyly, she turned back to the file in her hands. "And which part are you talking about, exactly?"

 

            Moving to stand behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist, tugging her back against his chest. Then he rested his chin on her shoulder, putting his mouth next to her ear.

           

            "You slappin' Angell and puttin' her in her place. You tellin' her in no uncertain terms that I'm your man and that she ain't got nothin' on you."

 

            Stella's smile turned sweet, and she set the file down on her desk before turn in his arms and placing her hands on his chest.

 

            "I was sick of her flirting with anything that walks. And I was really sick of her flirting with you."

 

            Flack frowned, using one hand to tilt her chin up until their eyes met. "Why didn't you tell me?"

 

            She shrugged. "I knew you weren't doing anything wrong, and that you weren’t interested in her. I just…she always looked at me like she knew something I didn't. I hate that."

 

            Don leaned down and kissed her slowly, coaxing her mouth open and deepening it almost immediately. Stella moaned softly, her arms encircling his waist even as his hands tangled in her hair. They stood like that for a long time, and both were breathing heavily when they pulled back.

 

            "I think you deserve a reward for kickin' Angell's ass."

 

            Stella licked her lips. "What kind of reward?"

 

            Running his hands up and down her sides, Don let his gaze travel down her body. "One where I show you just how hot I thought it was."

 

            Stella grabbed a hold of his tie, pulling his lips back to hers. "Lead on, Detective."

 

Comments

[dr-zhivago.livejournal.com]

man, that is some serious angell hatred. i dont really see her as being that catty.

[failegaidin.livejournal.com]

I think she might be on the inside. But really, her character just bothers the heck out of me, and this fic was so much fun to write.

[dr-zhivago.livejournal.com]

I dont see it, but eh, thats cool

[dr-zhivago.livejournal.com]

also HOT iconage

[failegaidin.livejournal.com]

Thanks :) I love him.

And quite honestly, I didn't even care about Angell until she started honing in on Flack and Danny. And I don't want her anywhere near them. Thanks for reading though.