Thanks to everyone who reviewed "Bedside Manners". I've decided to write another Flack/Lindsay friendship fic though it's kind of transformed into a Flack/Danny friendship fic as well.

Spoiler warning for Childs Play and Family Ties. Though I have seen neither, since living in the UK we are being forced to watch another rerun of season three. Which is ok until they show the same episode for two weeks in a row. Grrr.

Part one of two. Second part up tomorrow. Reviews much appreciated.

"Lindsay? What are you doing here?"

Turning in her seat, and keeping a firm hold of the drink in her hand, Lindsay Monroe came face to face with a pair of the bluest eyes she had ever seen. Ok so she had seen them almost everyday for the past two years but each time she saw them she marvelled at them, always trying (and failing) to discern their true colour.

His face wasn't too bad to look at neither though at the moment it was a little bit fuzzy round the edges and she had a feeling that might have something to do with the amount of alcohol she'd poured down her throat in the last hour or so.

"Has anyone ever told you, you have really beautiful eyes?" she asked as she swung her legs back round to make room for him as he took the seat beside her at the bar.

"Yeah," he said as he ordered a beer for himself and another for her "But the ones telling me are usually sitting on the opposite side of a table in a four by four room trying to sweet talk me into getting them a better deal. Not my best mates girl". He nodded his thanks at the bar tender that arrived at that moment with the drinks "What's up Linds? I thought you where heading over to Danny's?"

Don Flack knew he'd said the wrong thing as soon as it had left his mouth and a look settled on her face.

She looked away from him and settled her gaze on the full bottle of beer and the almost empty one sitting on the bar in front of her; she finished off the latter and plunked it down on the wooden surface with a thump. Narrowly avoiding his fingers.

"Danny," she began as she tried to avoid his gaze "Didn't want to see me tonight"

"Linds," he started before she suddenly turned to him and held up a hand to stop him in mid flow.

"No, I've phrased that wrong," she said, taking another swig of beer "I believe his exact words where "I was expecting someone else"

"Well," he tried again as she paused to take a drink of her beer, but he wasn't quick enough.

"Nope, sorry. I forgot to add the "What the hell are you doing here?" bit at the beginning and the bit at the end where I got the door slammed in my face"

"He," Flack attempted one more time.

"I know he's going through a rough patch and I want to be there for him, but how can I when all he does is slam the door in my face?" Another swig follows and Flack finds himself watching her carefully. He's seen the young Bozeman native rarely lose complete control of her emotions and wondered to himself, just how far she is going to come undone.

"He hasn't talked to me in two weeks Flack" she said loudly and suddenly "Usually he can't go two hours without some form of contact. Whether that be a text, a phone call or a silly little message on a post it note telling me not to work too hard, or to make sure I get some lunch, or that he'll be waiting so don't be late home," another swig and a choked back sob followed before she continued "But for two whole bloody weeks I've had nothing apart from mindless case chatter" and with that she chugged the rest of her beer and slammed the bottle down on the bar top, her hand grasping it tightly.

"You're drunk," he said matter-of-factly before turning to the bar man "How many has she had?"

"Including that one," the bar tender said, pointing at the one Lindsay currently still held in her hand "eight"

"Come on country girl, let's get you home" he stood and tried to help her do the same but she just shook her head violently and refused to budge. She eventually looked up at him after some cajoling, her eyes full of dread and unshed tears.

"Please Don," she said quietly her words full of emotion "Please don't take me home, any where but there"

"Don't you have work tomorrow?" he said as he contemplated what to do.

She shook her head wiping at the tears that had escaped her eyes "Mac gave me the day off".

"Linds"

"Please"

He let out a sigh before nodding his acceptance and she allowed herself to be lead, on unsteady legs, out of the bar and bundled into a taxi.

She fell asleep on the ride to his apartment and he thanked the lord that he had a working elevator in his block. He knew hers sometimes shorted out and it would have killed him to carry her up five flights of stairs, had he have taken her back to her own place.

She didn't wake as he cursed and swore as he tried to open the door one handed, nor when he laid her in his bed, took her shoes off and pulled the covers over the top of her. He left a large glass of water and an extra bottle on the night stand for her to have in the morning as well as a pair of aspirin.

Standing at the door he watched her for a couple of minutes before closing his eyes and shaking his head, suddenly extremely pissed off at the man he considered as his best friend. Closing the door behind him he eyed the couch and his phone. Going to his closet and pulling out a spare pillow and blanket, he threw them on the couch he then made his way into the kitchen to make a light snack before sitting down in front of the telly and turning it on.

Picking up his home phone from the stand he pressed and held down number 4, waiting till the tell tail sound of the numbers dialling could be heard before he put the phone to his ear.

"Bonasera" came the formal hello on the other end.

"Hey Stel, you busy?"

"That depends on what you're after"

"How do you know I'm after something? Could I not be calling for a friendly chat?" he said smiling

"Flack, how many times have you called me just to have a chat?"

"Point taken"

"So, what can I do for you?" she asked and he could hear her moving about.

"You're not working till later tomorrow, right?"

"I'm not on till twelve"

"Can you come over before your shift starts?"

"To your apartment?"

"Yeah. Listen I ran into Lindsay tonight at a bar and she was wasted Stel. I managed to convince her to come home with me, but only cause she didn't want to go back to hers"

"Did something happen? I thought she was going to go and see Danny tonight"

"I think you just answered your own question"

He heard her frustrated sigh on the other end of the line.

"Listen I'm going to go round a see him in the morning before my shift starts, do you mind coming a watching over Linds for me? She's going to have one killer headache in the morning. She'll probably want someone to talk to as well"

"No problem"

"You still have that spare key?"

"Yeah. I'll be there at say, nine tomorrow?"

"That's fine. I'll wait till you get here before heading out. I don't want her freaking out cause she can't remember where she is or how she got here"

"Ok, see you tomorrow"

"Thanks Stel" he said before hanging up and putting the phone back in its cradle.

After putting away his plate, Flack watched TV for awhile but his mind wasn't able to stop wandering to the woman in the next room, and the reason that she was there. Finally deciding to get some sleep he turned the TV off and settled the pillows at one end of his couch.

His plan of getting a good nights sleep was slightly tampered by the fact that his couch wasn't actually long enough, nor really wide enough, to support his frame and he fell asleep with a small amount of fear in the back of his mind, that he might actually end up on the floor by morning.