Welcome to my first fan fic featuring the oh-so-handsome Don Flack and my OC, Scarlett Monroe! I sincerely hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I only own Scarlett Monroe!

Chapter 1: Cut to the Chase

"NYPD, I'm looking for a Frank Riley?" Scarlett Monroe said flashing her badge as she stepped into a small convenience store where a robbery and shooting had occurred the previous week. Finger print analysis and DNA had proved that the prints found on the gun used belonged to a man with priors, Frank Riley.

She'd agreed to come down and pick up the perp with Don, who was back in his car looking for his badge. Scarlett was feeling impatient so she had taken matters into her own hands.

The young man behind the counter shook his head, looking confused. "I don't know lady, can't help you."

"Don't play games with me, sir. Where is Frank Riley? I know this is his store," Scarlett said staring at him unblinkingly with her piercing blue gray eyes, her tone all business and no nonsense.

At that moment Scarlett heard objects crashing to the floor from the back of the store. "Thanks for your help," she yelled, running towards the sound, her heels clicking on the floor as she ran. She saw a man dressed in dirty jeans and a ratty jacket with a baseball cap, who was most likely the Frank Riley she was looking for.

"Frank Riley, freeze!" she yelled, although she knew he wasn't going to slow down. Finally, they reached the alley next to the store and she managed to tackle the perp to the ground. "You had to make this difficult didn't you?" she said to the man who was now face-down on the ground under her.

"What the hell is going on?" said Don Flack, turning the corner and seeing his partner on her knees with Frank Riley underneath her.

"Can't you control her? I was just going out for a smoke," muttered Frank Riley from beneath her.

"Hey, don't look at me," Don said, a smirk on his face.

"Don, I thought you were looking for your badge?" she said, pointing at the pretzel in his hand. "Get a little distracted?" Scarlett asked, her pretty lips forming into a smile.

"I was. I figured, you know we were going to pick up this one might as well take a lunch break. Kill two birds with one stone," Don answered.

"So professional, Donnie," Scarlett said as she stood up, dusting the dirt off of her dark skinny jeans. "Thats why I took care of this myself. Cuff him, will ya?"

Don threw out his pretzel and lifted Frank Riley off of the ground, cuffing him.

"You're lucky your cute," Frank Riley mumbled towards Scarlett, "I outta sue for harrassment."

Scarlett didn't even bother holding back a laugh, "Good luck with that."

Back at the precinct, Flack left the perp in the interrogation room. Interrogations really weren't Scarlett's thing unless she was heavily involved in the case. This wasn't her case but Flack had asked her to come along with him anyway.

Scarlett walked straight into Flack's office and sat at his desk looking around at all the paper work and junk that he had scattered all over the place. Her desk didn't look much different than his. She had a lot of paper work she needed to finish up and evidence she had to catalog. She was about to stand up and get herself back upstairs but something caught her eye.

In the corner of his desk Flack had a framed picture of a few CSIs and detectives at a benefit held to raise money for the police officers of the city. She picked up the frame and couldn't help but smile. Scarlett stood in the photo next to her cousin, Lindsay Monroe, with Flack on her other side. Flack looked exceptionally handsome and he had a hand around Scarlett's tiny waist. That photo had been taken over a year ago...