Disclaimer: Try to sue and I will have to get Ninja on your ass... ha ha

a/n: This has been bobbing about the aul brain for a while, I have finally decided to bring it to light. :D

Flack whistled tunelessly as he headed out into the hall of the precinct. It was home-time at last. He had ended up working a double on top of three hours sleep the night before. Nothing seemed nicer than some food and a hot shower. The dark haired man turned a corner and smiled at the person coming towards him.

"Detective Angell, I heard you were out sick today."

"Well Detective Flack you heard right, I have today off but I'm feeling better," she replied.

Don grinned. "I'm finished now, breakfast sound good?"

"It's three fifteen Donald, didn't your mother teach you the time?"

"Really? Crap, well lunch then, if you're up to it. What was wrong with you anyway?" he asked, starting to turn towards the exit.

"I was vomiting, a bit dizzy. That sort of thing," Jess said, watching him carefully.

Don laughed, "You know that's usually a sign of-" he stopped and turned to face her.

"I knew you were bright Don, always catch on to things fast," she replied slowly.

Flack continued to stare at her before letting out the breath he didn't know he was holding.

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Mac Taylor was walking down the hall of the precinct when he saw two young detectives in what looked like a private situation. Taking the hint he veered off to the left and disappeared into the mens room. Chief Sinclair, who was coming the opposite direction, didn't have the same sensitivity and interrupted the duo.

"You," he said pointing and Flack, "have worked two days straight. And you," he faced Angell, "are supposedly sick. Out. Now."

Flack sighed. "Yeah, we're just going to get something to eat," he said, dragging Angell behind him.

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The walk to Flack's car was quiet. Once he had pulled out of the garage Flack spoke.

"You sure?"

Angell glanced over at him. "Yeah, fairly."

"How many did you take?"

"Six."

"Any negatives?"

"No."

Flack chuckled. "Well then I'm guessing it's for sure."

"You OK with this?" Jess asked, studying his face carefully.

"First we should eat. I can't concentrate when I'm hungry," he replied, parking as close to Ray's as he could.