Disclaimer: I do not own anything associated with CSI: NY nor do i purport to own them. This is a work of fiction purely for my own enjoyment. Also, i am from Australia so please forgive any words or phrases that you might not understand and also i don't know anything specific about New York so its made up.

Chapter One: Donuts and Suspenders

Why did he have to shot him? Why do people do that to each other?Bammmm. What the?

Kate found herself laying on the floor behind her. She was about to give the person a piece of her mind but the most gorgeous gentle blue eyes stopped her

'Im so sorry, I didnt see you there? Are you ok?' The face attached to those eyes said quite sincerly.

"Yep, im ok. I wasnt watching where i was going either' her anger resolving immediatly.

"Here let me help you up", he said as he extended his hand out to her

As she placed her smaller, daintier hand into his she felt a little jolt of electricity cursing through her hand...he momentarily stopped helping her up. It seemed she wasnt the only one that had felt that.

'Thanks'

'Your welcome, after all it was my fault'

As she straigtened up, she got a good look at the man - 6ft 2 tall, dark hair and the most gorgeously, toned body

She smiled before she grabbed the bag that had fallen behind her

'Well i better go..it was nice running into you...literally'

They both smiled before she made her way up the stairs throwing him a backward glance as she skipped up the stairs.

As she entered her apartment she quickly skimmed over the mail that she had grabbed before coming up the stairs.

Bills, lingerie catologue (yeah right like that interested her, she barely had time to sleep let alone anything else) and a letter addressed to Detective Donald Flack Jnr. Apartment 5C. The mailman had obviously made a mistake as she was apartment 4C. She didnt even no that there was a detective living in the building but then again she had only moved into the building and to New York for that matter 2 months ago. She didn't feel like venturing out of her apartment anymore that night and resolved to deliver the letter in the morning.

As Donald Flack made his way up the stairs to his apartment he still had a goofy smile plastered over his face thinking about the tall, skinny but toned blonde that he had run into in the lobby. She certainly made a pleasant distraction compared to what he had seen on the job that day. I wonder if she is single? He thought to himself. Damn, he was an idiot and hadnt even got her name and didnt even know what apartment she lived in or even in fact if she lived in the building. Great detective work there, he thought to himself. He himself had been single for over 4 months and hadnt even been interested in woman of any form after the explosion. He still was trying to deal with both the mental and physical aftermarks of that day. But still he couldnt get her face out his head from the little dimples or how she had the cutest little freckle under her right eye that when she smiled it became more prominent. He shook his head about having such stupid thoughts when he had talked to her for only a minute and in the process probably left a bruise on her from where he knocked her down. As he walked into the apartment he started looking at the mail in his hand - thats why he was in the lobby in the first place - great more bills, a lingerie catalogue (what the hell he thought to himself) and a letter adressed to Special Agent Scott, Apartment 4C. Great the mailman must have been having a bad day as well. Wait - special agent? Since when did a bloody Fed live in the building. He hadnt seen any pompous jackasses wondering around wearing a men in black suit wearing sunglasses whilst indoors. Plus his busy body neighbours in 5B hadnt said anything. His thoughts were forgotten as the phone rang and he went into the kitchen to answer it.

Kate rose next morning to the sound the most annoying alarm in the world going off. It was barely light outside. She quickly showered, made herself some breakfast (toast and tea), got dressed and clipped the gun and badge onto her belt and tucked handcuffs into the right side of her jacket. As she was going out the door she saw the letter addressed to the Detective. She was running a little earlier than normal and instead of walking down the stairs she made a right turn and walked up to level 5. She located 5C with no problem at all (it was directly above her apartment after all) and knocked on the door expecting to be greeted by a balding man with a waistline proportionent to the amount of donuts he had consumed. Instead the door opened and instead she was greeted with a set of familar blue eyes.

'Hi, she half stuttered' (God why did those eyes have to be so piercing and why did he wear a shirt that showed his muscles to perfection) She was damned wherever she looked.

'Hi , she repeated more confidently, 'I think i must have made a mistake i was looking for Detective Donald Flack Jnr.' she read off the envelope trying to aviod looking at any part of him

'Nope, you havnt made a mistake i am Detective Don Flack Jnr.'

'Uh my sorry you weren't what i was...'

He cut her off

'Not bald, old and have donut smeared on my face'

She blushed, he had read her thoughts exactly.

'Busted' she said half-laughing 'Yep that pretty much sums up what i was thinking. Sorry'

He returned the shy smile with a little half laugh 'Nah thats ok you kinda get used to it plus eventually i probably will end up like that'

'Not likely' she replied quickly without thought and glanced as his body. Great she was not helping her situation

He smiled at her again with slight blush across his cheeks making her blush harder. She quickly cleared her throat and changed the subject..

'Um anyway the reason i unexpectly turned up at your door and insulted your profession was because the mailman accidently dropped this at my place by mistake' she said as he handed him the letter.

She continued 'he must have got 5C and 4C mixed up'.

Flack took the letter before walking back into his apartment and into the kitchen talking to her as he went

'yeah i think i have some of your mail as well, i think he gave me your boyfriend's letter'

What she thought to herself, as she followed the direction of his voice 'Um, are you sure, i dont have a boyfriend and i live alone'

He walked back to where she had stopped in the lounge 'yeah well theres a letter adressed to Special Agent Scott, apartment 4C' he said as he handed her the letter. As she moved to grab it her jacket moved allowing him to see her badge and gun...

Argh great he thought. She was the special agent...She noticed the look on his face and decided she should probably introduce herself and help the bumbling detective.

She stepped forward and gave a little nervous wave of her hand 'Hi!', 'I guess we were not properly introduced im Special Agent Kate Scott' she said with a half smirk on her face taking extra time emphasising her given name.

'Um im sorry i just assumed...' He trailed off' 'Not that i dont think woman are capable of...' He stopped again. God he was digging his way to China.

She smiled at him 'Let me guess...I am not wearing sunglasses indoors, not wearing the standard black badly cut suit (she was infact wearing fitted jeans and a white tube top with a light grey shirt over the top) and dont have a cup of black coffee strapped to my hand'. He grinned. Yep she had read his mind

He looked down, blushed and half mumbled 'Yep, i was thinking something like that'. She smiled again 'amazing what stereotypes there are out there' she said. 'Your telling me' he said. 'Anyway..'

He handed her the other piece of mail he had in his hand, the lingerie catologue 'Would this be yours as well because i obviously have no use for it'

She smiled, 'I think its just standard junk mail, i got the same catalogue and i dont know' she said half grinning 'those black lacy suspenders would match your hair perfectly' she said gesturing to the front of the catolgoue. Flashing him a very cheeky smile.

He grinned stupidly before retorting, (God he was having fun flirting)

'I dont know, i think they might be more up your ally' he grinned at her again 'they would be very effective in distracting any crim'. 'God knows, I would confess to anything if i saw you wearing them'.

Fuck, Flack thought to himself did i just say what i thought i just said. Shit. Nice way to play it smooth buddy.

She just looked at him, blushed profusely and thanked God almightly for the impeccable timing that caused her beeper to ring at that precise moment,

'Um anyway it was nice meeting you Detective and that would be work calling so i better be going' She said as she made her way to door half bumping into the lounge (he had flustered her beyond belief).

He followed her out to the door and held it open for her

She gave another little smile that made his heart jump

'Thanks for dropping my letter off' He said 'I hope to see you around Special Agent'

'That would be nice' she replied 'Have a good day Detective'.

With that she walked down the hall with the biggest smile on her face. Only then did she realise that she was still holding the lingerie catalogue. She turned back up the hall, and quietly as possible slipped it under his door but first she wrote a little note on the front.

After Flack had berreted himself for making a complete and utter fool of himself with her, he had walked back to his bedroom and finishing getting dressed for work.

What was he thinking. Insinuating that a female couldnt be special agent (he knew they could - he worked with a whole bunch of female officers, detectives and CSI's) and then god almighty saying he would confess if she was wearing those suspenders. Arggh. He was definetly not as smooth with the ladies as he used to be. But whenever she smiled or moved or anything really his brain went to jelly. As he was about to walk back out the door he noticed the lingerie catalogue on the floor near the door. He picked it up and read the cover. He laughed outloud before putting it on the table near the door and then walked out the door grinning like an idiot the whole way. She had wrote in the tidiest writing 'You need this catalogue more than i do - red's more my colour anyway. Be safe Detective. Don't eat too many donuts'. She accompanied the writing with a smily face. They both couldnt stop grinning all the way to their respective office's.

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