As promised, another fanfic! This will sort of be centered around Flack and Angell, but I will definitely throw in some Mac/Stella and maybe some Danny/Lindsay.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except my own plot ideas! (in this chapter and the following ones)

-Chapter 1-

The Manhattan air was crisp and smelled of impending snow as Detective Jessica Angell stepped out of the blatantly yellow cab and onto the busy street. January had barely started and the promise of a winter storm was already in the forecast for the upcoming week. The last snowfall had been on Christmas Eve and had fulfilled the promise of a white Christmas. But Angell was ready for more. Winter in New York City was an experience like no other. She thought of how floating snowflakes would meander their way past modern skyscrapers and old-fashioned cathedrals in an elegant pattern. The delightful laughs of passersby would echo as white flecks dotted their hats, hair, scarves, gloves, and any other type of winter apparel. Children often raced down the streets and through Central Park with their tongues out catching the season's newest delectable treat. A quiet hush always seemed to fall over the city as the enchanting flakes fell from the heavens. Angell grinned in delight. She could hardly wait for the snow.

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Don Flack was in a bad mood. No...he was just downright grumpy. The New Year holiday had ended a week ago and with it had taken any semblance of a romance with Angell. Sure, the holiday season had been wonderful, but as of this morning she was gone for a week. He knew he was being selfish, but he just wanted to see her again. He had spent Christmas Eve with Angell on a romantic stroll through Central Park. Flack's present paperwork was pushed to the side as he was transported back to that evening. The wonder in her sparkling eyes as she had unwrapped and revealed his gift to her had frozen that moment in time...

Christmas Eve

They walked hand in hand down the snow covered pathway through the heart of the park. The silence between them was comfortable as snowflakes fell around them. Jess's hair spilled out from under her white hat and was powdered with the wet flakes. Never before had she looked so beautiful and so happy. Flack grinned and paused his stride.

"What?" Angell turned around held out two gloved hands as she studied Flack's expression.

"Come here, Jess." He reached inside his coat pocket and pulled out a tiny wrapped silver box tied with a shimmering red ribbon.

"Aw, Don!" She started to protest but he pressed the box into her hand.

"Open it."

Not one to refuse gifts, she removed her gloves and began to unwrap the box. The paper unveiled a small beige box covered with a lid.

"That looks suspiciously like a jewelry box." She looked up at him and then removed the lid. She gasped. Inside lay a beautiful gold necklace. Angell lifted the jewelry up and admired the elegant gold heart adorned with a glittering diamond. It was simple, beautiful, and so her.

"Don," was all that she could manage to say. The moonlight caught the diamond and reflected bursts of color onto the couple and the surrounding pure snow.

"Let me," Flack took the necklace from her hand and turned her around. Pushing away her hair and coat collar, he gently reached around her and fastened the necklace.

"It's perfect," his words formed hot breath onto her exposed neckline, and she shivered as his thumb brushed her skin. He turned Angell around and looked into her chocolate eyes. He placed a firm hand on her waist and drew her towards him as he lowered his head and met her lips with a soft kiss. He felt their electric connection immediately as the moment turned magical. After a few seconds, he pulled away leaving her breathless.

"You sure know how to impress a woman," she winked at him and pulled him down for one more kiss...

Don soured as the memory vanished like evaporating mist and left him with his paper covered desk, a reminder of all of the work that had accrued over the holiday. He picked up a ballpoint pen and began to write. No ink came out. He resorted to drawing random scribbles on the page to coax out the ink, but nothing happened. He let out a frustrated huff and tossed the pen into the waste can with a resounding clang. He knew his mood would only get worse over the next few days. Angell had left that morning to visit one of her brothers in Vermont. He wouldn't see her for at least a week and was only left with the swift memories of their Christmas Eve and New Year's moments spent together. The door to the station opened. Flack didn't even glance up. An opening door could only mean more work for him and his officers. He continued to miserably write his case review.

"I don't think I've ever seen you look this annoyed," a silky voice cleared his thoughts and made his head spin.

"Jess." He looked up in surprise at the woman standing in front of him.

"One and the same."

"What happened to Vermont?"

"I imagine it's still there." She grinned flirtatiously.

Her playful banter caught him off guard. He stood up and pulled her into a quick embrace. "Seriously, why are you here?"

"My brother called this morning, and told me his wife and kids are sick with the flu. He thought it best that I stay away, so here I am!" She shrugged and pulled a vacant chair up to his desk.

Flack's eyes caught on the sparkling gold around her neck and followed the chain down to the pendant. It looked so good on her.

"I saw that," Angell said smugly, "and I don't think that you were just admiring my jewelery."

"I don't see why I would admire anything else." He dodged her playful swat and laughed.

"You obviously have some paperwork to do, detective, so I think I'll leave you to it." Angell pushed back the chair and stood up.

"Jess, wait." Flack caught her hand and let his hold on it linger for a moment.

"What?" She raised her eyebrows at him and gave a curious smile.

Flack paused, looked at the mountain of paperwork on his desk, and silently cursed it. "Listen, I need to clear up some things here, but what do you say we meet for dinner? I've wanted to try out that new restaurant down the street. I hear its pretty good. Seven o'clock sound okay?"

Angell hesitated and made it seem like she was considering the offer. In reality she had already accepted. She just liked playing with his head because she knew it got to him. After a few moments of silence she opened her mouth and gave a sultry smile. "That sounds like an attractive offer."

"I just happen to be an attractive sort of guy." Flack grinned and said his farewell.

It was going to be an enjoyable day after all, if he could only concentrate enough to get his stupid work done.

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So...what did you think? I know that this chapter was just Flack and Angell (and a lot of fluff...), but I had to set up their characters and relationship for you. More characters (including Mac/Stella!) in the next chapter, I promise, and it will become more suspense-driven soon.

Leave me lots of reviews! Chapter 2 is already written, so I'll post it momentarily depending on how many reviews I receive (hahaha...what a bribe!!) I promise that I'm not usually this mean! :) Honestly, I just want to know what everyone thinks about my writing.