The first time Detective Don Flack meets Santana Lopez, she barely notices him. He's keeping an eye on Adam, whose letting the EMS look him over, when he hears one of the patrol officers trying to calm someone down.

'Look either you let me through or I'm going to-'

'Look buddy I'm tellin' you let the lady through. Otherwise I'm gonna have to hear her bitch about what an asshole you were the rest of our shift.'

'Why don't you shut the fuck up Bosco?'

Don spots a woman with mocha skin, curled black hair and dark piercing eyes staring down a man dressed in worn in jeans and a dark t-shirt.

'Hey Boscorelli,' Flack says and the woman pauses enough to send him an impatient glare. 'Anythin' I can help you with?'

'Is Adam Ross here?' The woman asks.

'Who wants to know?' Flack answers even after spotting the badge hanging around the woman's chest.

'Detective Santana Lopez and Boscorelli from the 79th. Adam's a friend. We heard there was an officer involved shooting-'

'San? What are you doing here?' Adam sounds genuinely confused.

'What the fuck were you thinking huh? Why the hell weren't you carrying the gun I gave you?'

'Santana,' Adam responds, sounding tired. 'Can we talk about how much I screwed up later?'

Santana blinks before rolling her eyes. 'Don't be such a girl Ross.'

Flack cuts his gaze between the two.

'I'm fine,' Adam reiterates and Santana finally ducks under the yellow tape, leaving Bosco to answer his phone as she brushes a finger against Adam's lip.

'Geez is the bastard who did this to you dead? Because I'll kill him.'

'Nah it just looks worse than it feels.'

Just like Flack, Santana's not buying Adam's attempt at nonchalance.

'Yo Lopez. Our guy's about to make his move,' Bosco calls out. Santana lets out an impatient sigh and waves a hand dismissively towards her partner.

'You coming to Callbacks tomorrow right?' Santana asks and Adam nods. 'Call Artie and tell him you're cool. And I'll come over and clean you up. We don't need Berry pitching an absolute bitch fit.'

Adam smiles. 'I don't know. She really likes me. Who wouldn't?'

'Whatever big man. You put some ice on that,' Santana tells Adam before acknowledging Flack for the first time. 'You, tall and Irish, make sure he gets home in one piece.'

'Yes ma'am,' Flack sends her a grin. Santana isn't impressed but arches an eyebrow in response. She presses a quick kiss to Adam's cheek before following after her partner.

Nice ass.

'You been holdin' out on us Adam?' Flack nudges his friend's shoulder.

'What? Santana? No. No man. We're just friends. Actually I'm a friend of a friend if we really want to get technical.'

'Friends huh?' Flack grins and Adam stammers another denial. Flack decides to take pity on the lab technician. 'C'mon Mac told me to take you home. You did good, my man. Real good.'

'Yeah,' Adam replies, giving a nervous laugh. 'Okay. You don't think I'm going to bruise too badly right? Because I'm pretty sure Santana will actually put make up on me whether I want her to or not,' Adam shudders as Flack chuckles, opening the door to Mac's Javelin.