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Hmm. The verdict on tonight's CSI:NY is mixed. The Flack fangirl in me was so heartily pleased to see the Danny-Flack friendship highlighted so prominently. If there were ever any doubt that Don Flack is a very good friend, let them be laid to rest. Don went above and beyond for Danny, and God bless him. In fact, I'm sure he put his career on the line alongside Danny's to indulge him.
And yay for Clever!Flack. No matter how crafty Danny thought he was being, Flack was one step ahead. He clearly knows Danny inside and out, and I couldn't help but grin when he used his l33t Flack Fu to track Danny by cellphone GPS. It's a nice change of pace from Detective Exposition, or, Fencepost With a Cock.
I was mildly surprised that he was so adamant about arresting Riki Sandoval given his remarkably ambiguous attitude about the Right Thing in "Consequences". There, he was ambivalent about arresting a killer cop, but here, he was suddenly Mr. By the Book. Granted, I think his reticence to act in the first instance stemmed from sympathy for the collateral damage that would inevitably come from a dirty cop, but still, even I, a devout Flack apologist, must admit that the contrast in reactions speaks to a profound moral bias. Flack has a gremlin in his subconscious that whispers that cops and their actions should be measured by a different standard. And because he is such a decent guy and sets such a rigorous standard for himself, it is difficult for him to imagine that not all cops operate from the same moral compass. In effect, he doesn't see anything wrong with the double standard because he believes cops live at a higher standard by the nature of the beast. Cops are "good guys", and thus, have earned the benefit of the doubt by virtue of the shield.
Interestingly, he didn't hold the same belief in "The Fall". Then again, maybe he did, since he did his duty there, too, as painful as it was.
That's not to say he didn't have sympathy for Riki. He wasn't exactly quick to stop Danny's butt-thumping of Ollie Barnes, and I suspect that the only reason he did end the drubbing was to save Danny from further self-destruction. In fact, everything he did was for Danny, not because he gave a fig for the rights of Ollie Barnes, Because that's what friends do, and as Flack points out at episode's end, Danny is his friend.
And Danny...
The more I see of Danny Messer and the crack-addled hamster wheel that powers his thought processes, the more I wonder how he ever achieved the rank of Detective. I can forgive the fact that Riki's odd behavior in his apartment raised no red flags; Riki was grieving, and grief makes you crazy, and Danny isn't exactly on point, either. But how do you not call for help once you notice your gun is gone, not even off-the-record help? And how could he not know that Flack would cotton on to his shoddy chicanery toute suite? Flack might not be Ivy League, but he's not a damn crayon-chewing imbecile, either. If Danny had ever been in Top Gun, the name stenciled onto his helmet would certainly not have been Nostradamus.
Poor judgment has been Danny's hallmark since "On the Job", and he proudly continues the tradition here. Were it not for Flack and the feeble cover provided by Lindsay, he would have been hoist by his own prodigious petard.
And how Mac didn't see through Lindsay's cover story like cheap Saran Wrap was beyond me.
Danny kept his other trademark-gross ingratitude-alive as well. Flack bends over backwards to keep Messer's nose clean, and all Danny can say is, "You shoulda minded your own business"?
Screw you, Messer, you bratty, ungrateful turd. Flack has babied your juvenile, hot-headed ass forever, and yet, you left him hanging to kiss Monroe's boobs boo after "Charge of This Post". Flack has been true blue every time the chips were down, and you've never acknowledged it. Ever.
Well, how about these apples, prick? If Flack doesn't run after you like a dog nanny with a Pooper Scooper, cleaning up the steaming, stinky piles of your Very Bad Idea, you're before the review board and probably bounced out on your ass on the merits of your stellar track record. Either that, or you're demoted to the motor pool, where the brass will be only too happy to let you fingerpaint in motor oil and get the rough end of the crankshaft under cover of darkness. So try a little gratitude, jerk. Maybe if you stopped confusing your bellybutton lint for Communion wafers, you'd see what was going on around you.
~Deep breath~
And I saw that Flack/Angell flirting, TPTB. While they have wonderful chemistry, I hope they don't go there. But something tells me I'd better get a move on all my Flack/OFC fics before the season either resumes or simply fades into S5.
And yay for Clever!Flack. No matter how crafty Danny thought he was being, Flack was one step ahead. He clearly knows Danny inside and out, and I couldn't help but grin when he used his l33t Flack Fu to track Danny by cellphone GPS. It's a nice change of pace from Detective Exposition, or, Fencepost With a Cock.
I was mildly surprised that he was so adamant about arresting Riki Sandoval given his remarkably ambiguous attitude about the Right Thing in "Consequences". There, he was ambivalent about arresting a killer cop, but here, he was suddenly Mr. By the Book. Granted, I think his reticence to act in the first instance stemmed from sympathy for the collateral damage that would inevitably come from a dirty cop, but still, even I, a devout Flack apologist, must admit that the contrast in reactions speaks to a profound moral bias. Flack has a gremlin in his subconscious that whispers that cops and their actions should be measured by a different standard. And because he is such a decent guy and sets such a rigorous standard for himself, it is difficult for him to imagine that not all cops operate from the same moral compass. In effect, he doesn't see anything wrong with the double standard because he believes cops live at a higher standard by the nature of the beast. Cops are "good guys", and thus, have earned the benefit of the doubt by virtue of the shield.
Interestingly, he didn't hold the same belief in "The Fall". Then again, maybe he did, since he did his duty there, too, as painful as it was.
That's not to say he didn't have sympathy for Riki. He wasn't exactly quick to stop Danny's butt-thumping of Ollie Barnes, and I suspect that the only reason he did end the drubbing was to save Danny from further self-destruction. In fact, everything he did was for Danny, not because he gave a fig for the rights of Ollie Barnes, Because that's what friends do, and as Flack points out at episode's end, Danny is his friend.
And Danny...
The more I see of Danny Messer and the crack-addled hamster wheel that powers his thought processes, the more I wonder how he ever achieved the rank of Detective. I can forgive the fact that Riki's odd behavior in his apartment raised no red flags; Riki was grieving, and grief makes you crazy, and Danny isn't exactly on point, either. But how do you not call for help once you notice your gun is gone, not even off-the-record help? And how could he not know that Flack would cotton on to his shoddy chicanery toute suite? Flack might not be Ivy League, but he's not a damn crayon-chewing imbecile, either. If Danny had ever been in Top Gun, the name stenciled onto his helmet would certainly not have been Nostradamus.
Poor judgment has been Danny's hallmark since "On the Job", and he proudly continues the tradition here. Were it not for Flack and the feeble cover provided by Lindsay, he would have been hoist by his own prodigious petard.
And how Mac didn't see through Lindsay's cover story like cheap Saran Wrap was beyond me.
Danny kept his other trademark-gross ingratitude-alive as well. Flack bends over backwards to keep Messer's nose clean, and all Danny can say is, "You shoulda minded your own business"?
Screw you, Messer, you bratty, ungrateful turd. Flack has babied your juvenile, hot-headed ass forever, and yet, you left him hanging to kiss Monroe's boo
Well, how about these apples, prick? If Flack doesn't run after you like a dog nanny with a Pooper Scooper, cleaning up the steaming, stinky piles of your Very Bad Idea, you're before the review board and probably bounced out on your ass on the merits of your stellar track record. Either that, or you're demoted to the motor pool, where the brass will be only too happy to let you fingerpaint in motor oil and get the rough end of the crankshaft under cover of darkness. So try a little gratitude, jerk. Maybe if you stopped confusing your bellybutton lint for Communion wafers, you'd see what was going on around you.
~Deep breath~
And I saw that Flack/Angell flirting, TPTB. While they have wonderful chemistry, I hope they don't go there. But something tells me I'd better get a move on all my Flack/OFC fics before the season either resumes or simply fades into S5.