AN: For those of you who read my other CSI:NY fic, this is the one I was promising to write. This is mostly Flack and my OC character, but it has a lot of Mac in it too since she knows him aswell. I really hope you guys like it. I do not own CSI:NY or any of the characters, however some of them throughout the fic with be my OC characters. Enjoy :D

The 5 foot 5 brunette tore her bag off the revolving baggage claim. She gave out a heavy sigh and blew her bangs out of her face. She motioned for the driver to grab her bags from her and put them in the car. She pulled at the strap of her sequined tank top and fixed herself. She hated long flights. The flight from London to New York had to be her least favorite. She shook her arm to wake it up and stuck her face in her bag. She searched franticly for her phone when she bumped into someone. The bump sent her bag flying on the floor and the contents emptied out. Her wallet, phone, pager, sunglasses, and a few other items were on the floor. She ducked down to pick it up when her hand met a strangers.

"I'm really sorry about this."

"No it's fine. I wasn't looking."

The tall dark haired man went to say something else but another woman yelled out his name. Before she could say anything else, he was gone. As she put all the items back in her bag she noticed another phone on the floor. She knew it wasn't hers, but pressed the on button anyway. She went through the phone and found a familiar contact. She stuck the phone in her bag and would drop it off later. She put on her sunglasses and headed for the car.

"Uh! Today was so brutal." Stella said and murmured a few Greek words.

"Not only was it like a 1000 degrees in the city, our triple homicide wasn't easy." Danny replied bringing drinks to the table.

"That bad, huh Mess?" Flack laughed.

"Not all of us had the day off after coming home." Lindsey mocked.

"Well I was visiting Sam in rehab, so I needed the rest of the day to clear my head."

"How was the trip to LA?" Adam gleamed.

"Yeah, since you haven't answered any of my calls." Danny butted in.

"I lost my phone, Dan-O. It was so so. She can come home soon, but I don't think she's ready."

"You'll take care of her though." Mac appeared putting his arm on Flack's shoulder.

"Hey you! What happened to your dinner with the mystery girl?" Stella joked.

"You mean my niece? She said she'd meet me for a drink here, since she got back to work everything has been crazy."

"Oh so we get to meet her?" Danny said proudly.

"I guess."

"What and honor." Adam joked.

"Don't take it like that, I haven't seen her in three years, sorry if I want the first moment I see her to be by myself." Mac reasoned.

"It's just we've never met someone so close to you." Lindsey replied.

With that Mac's phone went off. His face lit up as he went for the door. The tall brunette made her way over with Mac. As he made the introductions her eyes widened towards the dark hair guy named Don Flack. She shook her gaze off him and smiled at her uncle's team.

"It's nice to meet you all." Melanie stated.

"Well, we've only her bits about you, but it's nice to put a face with the name." Stella replied.

Flack looked at her in question. He couldn't place her face. "Um, you dropped this when you bumped into me at the airport."

"So, that's where it went." Flack slowly grabbed the phone.

"I hope you don't mind, I went through the contacts to find a name so I could return it. I found Mac's and thought I'd give it to him....but you're here."

"Thank you." They both smiled in unison.

"So, what brings you to New York?"

"I'm coming home. I spent the last three years in London and other parts of Europe, doing surgeries and stuff."

"A doctor, huh?" Adam's eyes widened.

"Mhmm." She replied while sipping her drink.

"So have you checked in with Ethan yet?" As Mac asked the question, Flack's head sunk.

"I guess my grandfather didn't tell you, me and Ethan broke up before I left. It wasn't exactly pretty."

"He didn't want you to go?" Danny butted in once again.

"No, he wanted me to go, he even try to convince me many times. Turns out it was because he was sleeping with my best friend, but that's life."

"I'm really sorry."

"Don't be, I'd rather find out now then have all this shit later."

"I have to ask, how is she your niece?"

"My dad and Mac were best friends, he was like an uncle to me, so we just say we are."

"Is your dad like Mac?" Flack questioned.

"My dad passed when I was 16, but he was a CSI turned cop and only did a year in the navy, so he is like him." She grew quiet.

After a lull in conversation it was once again picked up and they spent two hours going on and on about Mac and Melanie. It was like her whole life was an open book, normally she'd care but she missed Mac. She missed their late night conversations and the fun they would have, but being around him made her miss her dad. After sometime she used the excuse that she had to get up early in the morning for work and said her goodbyes. Mac walked her to her car and hugged her goodbye. He made her promise she wouldn't go off again and not tell him. They made plans to have lunch the following week and catch up, alone.

She stuck her keys in her new apartment door. She heard someone come up behind her and flinched.

"Well, well. Look who it is." Flack smiled.

"I'm starting to think you're stalking me." She laughed through her irregular breath.

"Hey, I live here!"

"Yeah, but first you bump into me at the airport, then the bar. Now we live so close."

"We'll call it fate or something."

"You don't honestly believe it that, do you detective?"

"Well, that crap is powerful. We'll see where this takes us, neighbor." Flack was hopelessly flirting, and she was buying into it.