Hey so if you've read my profile then you with know that I love Flack and Angell, so I was going to write this a while ago but things got in the way, but anyway tell me what you think.. Chapter One

"You know you snore, don't you?" Angell grinned at Flack as they walked towards the front door of a house, which had recently become a crime scene for a murder.

"No I don't!" Flack looked hurt.

"How would you know? You were asleep."

"I don't snore!" He insisted, ignoring what she had just said. "We'd better wait until Stella gets here." He looked up and down the road, although he knew it was impossible for her to be there yet. He noticed the other cops taping off the house and neighbours peeking through the curtains of their windows.

"Don't change subject!" Angell smiled.

"Well…you kick, lots! I have the bruises for proof!" Flack began rolling up his sleeve.

"Those bruises are from me kicking…kicking your arse at wrestling!"

"What, I let you win. I didn't want to hurt you!"

"Aww, sweet…but so untrue. I pinned you down fair and square."

"You wanna pin me down again after work?" Flack grinned, stepping toward until he was up against her. She playfully hit his arm.

"You dirty little-" but she was cut off as he pulled her up into a kiss.

"And who said romance was dead, no wait, that would be the Vic in the house. Not on the crime scene guys!" Stella walked pass.

"Not on the crime scene" Flack mimicked making Angell laugh. He then took out his torch and followed Stella inside. "Stella, the Vic's name is Georgina McCall. The next door neighbour called it in when he heard a gun shot." …

Time had passed, Stella had examined the body, along with Lindsay who had turned up, and Flack had gone to ask some more neighbours. Angell was on the third floor when she heard something move above her. She realised the next floor was the attic. She tip toed back downstairs to the first floor and stood at the foot of the stairwell.

"Lindsay." She spoke quietly and gestured her to come over.

"What is it?" She asked, looking confused at Angell's strange behaviour. Angell shushed her, took her arm and led her upstairs. On the third floor Angell pointed one finger at the roof and whispered,

"I heard something move." Lindsay face was of shock. She felt around her belt.

"Shit, my gun is downstairs. Stay here, wait for me, and do not go upstairs." Lindsay whispered into her ear. Angell heard the front door slam, making her jump. That must have been the coroner and Stella with the body. Then Angell heard another slight shuffle, she couldn't wait for Lindsay. She walked slowly and lightly towards the staircase at the end of the corridor leading to the attic. She stepped almost silently up the each step until her head rose into the attic. Quickly scanning the large area she saw cardboard boxes, bin liners and then a dark huddled figure in the corner.

"NYPD, don't move!" she stated, pulling her gun into the attic. He moved quickly, too quickly for her react, pulling something.

The heat burned her body…

The force flung her backwards…

The boom rang in her head…

Then…

Everything went black.

By the way the other chapters will be longer