AN: Okay, here is the sequel to Hurt. It is rated M because there will be some smut. Special thanks go to Brina for betaing. You're awesome! So please enjoy :)

"Um, I've never done this before. I don't really know where to start."

"That's okay Kristina. Why don't you start by telling me about your family? Do you have any siblings?"

"Yeah. I have two older brothers, and then a younger sister. For some reason our parents loved the fact that the boys came first. I guess so they could 'protect' my sister and me," Kristina said with a laugh.

Dr. Greene nodded. "And what do all of them do for a living?"

"Well, my oldest brother, Alan, is also a cop. My other brother, Gavin, is a firefighter and my sister, Eileen, is a nurse. Apparently we like to help people."

"And both of your parents are officers as well correct?"

"Yes. They're retired detectives. They met at the police academy. Got married right after they graduated and have been together ever since."

"Are you close with your family?"

"Oh yeah. When we were younger, they would take us on vacation all the time. We always went with my dad's partner's family. It was always a lot of fun."

"Now your boyfriend is the son of your father's partner. Am I correct?"

"Yeah. His little sister Samantha is my best friend. She and I were inseparable. You would think that Don wouldn't want us around, but he always included us. Even though we were much younger than he was. He never seemed to care."

"Do you have an example of this?"

Kristina laughed. She had a million examples of it. There was one that stuck out in her mind though…

"Don please! We really wanna play too!" Sam begged.

"Yeah! And you don't have to worry about us getting hurt. We're tough!" Kristina added.

"Kris, trust me, I am not worried about you and Sam getting hurt. I'm worried about the two of you hurting my friends," Flack responded with a laugh.

"Oh Don, they'll be fine! We're two little girls. How much damage can we do?" Sam asked.

Flack sighed. He knew he wouldn't win against them. "Alright, you can play. But, you two are going to be on my team."

"Okay!" Kristina shouted as she and Sam cheered.

The girls followed Flack down to the empty field where they would be playing football. His friends were already there and started laughing when they saw Flack with the two young kids.

"Hey Don, what're they doin here? They can't play with us. They could get hurt," one of them said.

"Nah, don't worry about them. They will be fine. Let's just start playing."

Within fifteen minutes, Sam and Kristina had managed to score a touchdown each.

"Flack what is your mom feeding these girls?"

Flack laughed. "I have no idea, but I'm glad I brought 'em."

"Yeah, yeah let's just finish this game."

"I was 8, Sam was 11, and Don was 18. We had so much fun," Kristina said.

"It sounds like you did," Dr. Greene said. Kristina continued to talk and tell stories while the psychiatrist listened quietly.

Thirty minutes later Dr. Greene glanced at the clock on the wall and then turned back to Kristina with a smile. "Well, it looks like our time is up. I'll see you at the same time next week."

"Okay. I'm looking forward to it," Kristina said as she got up to leave.

Back in the waiting room, Flack was reading another magazine. He glanced up and smiled when he saw Kristina. He tossed the magazine aside and walked over to her.

"Please remind me to bring a book next time," he said as he hugged her. "How did it go?"

"It went well. I told her about the time you let Sam and me play football with your friends."

Flack smiled at the memory. "Oh yeah. That was the time you two schooled all of my friends on the basics of the game. No one talked to me for two months after that."

"Aww really? You never told me about that."

"Because it never really bothered me. It just meant that I got to spend more time with my favorite girl in the world."

"You are such a dork," Kristina said with a laugh.

"I know. What do ya say we get outta here? I wanna take you home."

"I would love that."

"So m'dear, what would you like me to make for dinner?

"Oh I don't care. Surprise me."

Flack smiled. He knew she would say that. "Well, I can make my famous fettuccini alfr-" He was interrupted by the sound of his phone. He walked over to it and groaned when he glanced at the caller ID.

"Flack… yeah… mhmm…. Okay, I'll be right there." He hung up and turned back to Kristina with an apologetic expression. "I just caught a case. Apparently they're swamped and need me to help. I'm so sorry Kris. Do you want me to make you something before I go? Or I can call in sick and stay with you."

"Don its okay. I can make something for myself. You just go. The sooner you leave, the sooner you can come back," Kristina said with a laugh. Flack smiled and kissed her, then grabbed his coat and walked out the door.

Kristina shook her head. As much as she loved her boyfriend, he really was a mess. She knew he didn't quite understand what was going on with her, but he was trying to help her get through it.

Deciding to wait a little while before eating, Kristina walked around cleaning up the apartment. She went to throw a pair of socks, which had somehow ended up in the living room, into the hamper. When she opened the closet door, her eyes fell on the box.

Without realizing what she was doing, Kristina pulled the box out and opened it. She didn't know why, but for some reason she felt the need to look at everything inside of it. Kristina usually only opened the box three days a year; the anniversary of his death, the date they were supposed to be married, and his birthday.

As she opened the box, tears began to fall from Kristina's eyes. All the wonderful memories came rushing back to her. She picked up a t-shirt and held it close. Even though it had been ten years, the smell of his cologne still lingered faintly on the fabric. She took everything out of the box one by one and just cried.

Several Hours Later

"Kris, I'm home," Flack said as he walked into the apartment. He was surprised when he didn't receive an answer. He figured she would have waited up for him.

Walking into the bedroom, Flack sighed when his eyes fell on the bed. There he found Kristina fast asleep. She was surrounded by the entire contents of the box. She was wearing Nate's baseball cap and clutching one of his t-shirts. He began to pick everything up when something sparkling caught his eye. Flack looked at her left ring finger and saw it. The engagement ring Nate had given her. He slipped it off her finger and put it away.

Sighing, Flack walked into the kitchen. What he saw there made his heart sink. An empty bottle of whiskey. Flack shook his head. He was at a loss. He couldn't watch her twenty four hours a day, but she obviously needed more help than he could give her. Flack grabbed his phone and called the one person he knew would understand.

AN: And there is the beginning of the healing process. As you can probably tell, it's going to be rough for them. Let me know what you think!

~Jess