Prologue: One Reason

"Was that a line Flack? Did you just bust out your game on me?" Angell's voice rang through Flack's mind. He couldn't get her out of it. He hadn't meant it as a line, but he would be happy to let her take it however she liked. He had noticed her around the station; knew the basics about her but hadn't taken the time to get to know her. He was going to start.

"What's with the goofy grin Flack?" Angell asked. Walking around the corner to her locker, she found Flack sitting on the bench.

"Just happy the day is over," Flack replied.

Jess grabbed her jacket from her locker. "Me too," she admitted.

"Are you going to Sullivan's tonight?" Flack asked smiling.

Jess smirked and rolled her eyes, "Not tonight, already have plans."

"With a boyfriend?" he assumed.

"No, no boyfriend…just plans," Jess replied.

"Okay, so you have plans tonight; what about tomorrow night?" Flack asked.

"You have more lines for me?" Jess giggled.

"Oh, I have tons," Flack flirted.

"Something more original then the angel line?" she retorted.

"Of course, I can run them by you at dinner," he suggested.

Jess let out a breath, "I can't go out with you, Don."

"Give me one good reason," Flack persuaded.

"We work together…you outrank me… I'm still the new kid; I'm still trying to prove myself," Jess replied.

"Besides those," Flack said laughing.

Jess shook her head, "We can be friends but anything more than that and it gets complicated,"

"Okay friends," Flack said shaking her hand; but, he would not give up that easily. She had good reasons but he couldn't help it; Jessica Angell mesmerizes him.

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Jess walked out of her apartment chatting away with her companion; she stopped when she noticed Flack standing against his car smirking at her. "What are you doing here?" Jess asked as she approached him.

"I brought you a cup of coffee," he answered passing her a cup.

"Flack," Angell warned.

"Bringing coffee is something a friend would do," Flack winked. That's when he noticed the person standing next to her. "Hey, there," he said.

"Hi; I'm Emma, Emma Angell," the brown haired little girl, around ten years old, said extending her hand.

Flack shook it. "Don," he introduced himself then he made a connection "Angell as in…."

"As in my daughter," Jess said.

A/N: Should I contuine??