Four times Flack almost kissed Angell and one time he did.

AN: Big thanks to the Diamond Sorceress for looking over this for me.

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That time during the stakeout

It wasn't like he hadn't noticed her. Every male cop (and a few female) in homicide sat up and took notice when Jessica Angell was promoted to their ranks. But appreciating the new scenery was one thing. Starting something with a colleague? That was an entirely different matter. Knowing that she'd been transferred in to help cover the workload while he was recovering from the bombing didn't help matters. He'd discovered that knowing someone was there just in case you died did put a damper on getting to know them better. He'd worked enough scenes with her back when she was still in uniform to know she was a good cop and a good addition to the precinct. And, unlike Vicaro, he didn't think that her recent transfer was an invitation to try to get in her pants. But he never saw any reason to move past the occasional small talk in the break room.

So, when the Lieutenant told him to "grab Angell" for the Stanton stakeout, he just figured that, at worst, they'd spend the entire time discussing the case--bring each other up to date on their respective ends, that sort of thing. At best they'd find something else to talk about that wasn't rehashing stuff they already knew.

He hadn't expected to end up flirting with her. He hadn't expected her to call him on it, the tone of her voice and look in her eye suggesting the she wasn't exactly opposed to the idea.

To tell the truth, he wasn't either.

He was shaking his head, half embarrassed at being called out and half wondering just what she would do if he did reach across the seat, cupping his hand behind her head and kissing her they way he wanted to.

He never found out. The back door opened and Amber Stanton let herself in, letting them know they'd been spotted and giving them her itinerary for the day. This time he was embarrassed as hell, and not just a little bit annoyed. He told Jess, as he poked around in the backseat looking for a miracle, that he wanted to be able to put her in handcuffs next time he saw her. He didn't say a word about what she potentially interrupted.

Neither did she.