These type of bars just weren't Don Flack's type, but right now he just needed to unwind and forget about work – that definitely scrapped Sullivan's off his list of bars to go to. The blue eyed – detective had lost the tie and coat that he usually wore; he had also rolled up his sleeves, his gun and badge hidden by his untucked shirt. Grinning slightly at a flirty blonde on the dance floor, Don made his way to the bar and ordered a beer. It was then that he noticed a green eyed brunette clad in a simple yet expensive black Dior halter dress that fell mid-way down her thigh. She had a size one model physique to go with her delicate features – high cheekbones, long eyelashes, a slender neck and silky endless legs accentuated by a pair of stiletto heels. Giving her a nod, Flack took his beer and headed towards her.

"Now what's a gorgeous doll like you doing all alone in a place like this?" Flack dropped his line flawlessly as he leaned casually against the bar.

The petite beauty looked him up and down, before shooting him a sly smile. "Well, this is the only bar that serves Electric Blue Lemonada." A slight European accent laced her words.

"Blue Lemonada? What is that?" Flack raised an eyebrow.

"Absolute Vodka and lemonade." She slid the blue colored drink towards him. "See how you like it." She watched as Flack took a sip of her drink.

"Pretty good for a girl's drink." Flack stated after taking a sip. He slid the drink back towards her before holding out his hand towards her. "Dance with me?"

"I don't even know your name."

"Don Flack Jr."

"Adrianna Marie Martinez." With that she took his hand and let him lead her to the throng of bodies moving with the rhythmic beat of the music. It was only within a matter of minutes that Flack found himself pressed close to the brunette in front of him. His hands lay on her hips and held her close as they danced to the music. "How 'bout we get out of this place?" Flack murmured into her ear.

Adrianna stiffened slightly before she pulled his hands off her hips. " I don't think so." And then she made her way across the dance floor and back to the bar.

"Jacob, my bag please." The burly bar tender nodded before handing her a black Mango clutch.

"Adrianna, wait!" Flack followed her as she made her way out of the bar.

"Let me make something clear to you, Señor." She stopped in her tracks and set him with a steely glare. "I don't do one night stands," with that, she got into the black Mercedes that had just pulled in front of the bar. Flack got ready to stop her, but was blocked by a tall Latino man in a suit- he was obviously a private body guard. "Good night, Señor." Flack could only watch as the car sped away.

It had been a week since that night, and Flack still couldn't get the brunette beauty out of his head. She seemed familiar to him, and even if she was not, she had drawn him in with just the little conversation that they had had. Letting out a small sigh, Flack turned his attentions back to Danny Messer as they conversed just outside the CSI lab.

"Have you two seen Linds?" Stella Bonasera joined the two, a folder in one hand. Before the two boys could reply, Stella spoke up. "There she is." Danny and Flack followed the Greek CSI's gaze to see Lindsey walking with a beauty dressed in a pair of skinny jeans tucking into uggs and topped by a white knitted top, scarf and Gucci shades; a Louis Vuitton Speedy 25 hanging on her right arm.

"Who's the babe?" Danny question as the two girls neared.

"Hey, Linds." Stella greated.

"Hey, Stell! You guys, this is my half – sister, Adrianna." Lindsey pulled the brunette towards them. Adrianna then pulled off her shades and smiled at them. "Dri, this is Stella Bonasera. Danny Messer, and-"

"Don Flack Jr." Adrianna finished for Lindsey.

"Adrianna?" Flack's eyebrows shot up in surprise as he took her in.

"Señor." She regarded him coolly before facing her half – sister. " Adios, Lindsey. I have a shooting in an hour. She then faced the three other CSI's again. "It was nice meeting you all." And then, with a kiss on Linds' cheek, she headed out the lab.

"Adrianna! Wait, please!" Flack chased after her and got into the elevator just as it was closing. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." She replied yet didn't bother to look at him.

"Adria… please, you seem like a really nice girl and… well, I was wondering if I could make it up to you."

"I have a shooting in an hour." Was her curt reply.

"Ah… so you're a model."

"And I like coffee." She finally looked at the tall detective and shot him a small smile. "I'll see you when Linds' shift ends." And then she was gone. Grinning like an idiot, Flack let the elevator take him back to the CSI's floor. He had a date.