Don Flack could not believe the voice over his cell phone. His mentor, Gavin Moran, was asking him a favor for Nadia. Nadia was Gavin's niece and a girl Flack had never forgotten, even after she left him to fend for himself, when she moved away to Florida.

"I'm sorry Gavin, but I thought you just said that Nadia was moving back up here," Don laughed.

"Yea, that's what I said. She's probably gonna be transferred up to the crime lab area with Det. Taylor and the rest of the crime scene people," Gavin answered.

"But how? She hasn't come up to have any meetings with him, and with chief," Don protested.

"She worked for Horatio Caine in Miami. He was up there when the killings happened in Miami and then the evidence led them up here. She said that Horatio sent Mac a transfer form and Mac agreed to meet with her this week," Gavin replied.

"But why are you telling me this?" Don asked.

"Maybe because you could talk to Mac and see what he plans on doing when he talks to her. She really wants this Don. I thought she would always come back and go into patrol like your old man and I did, but I guess not. If you don't, I understand," Gavin explained.

"I dunno. I guess I could talk to Mac about her, and see what he thinks. Yea, that's the way she always talked, but things change. How is she by the way?" Don replied.

"About an hour ago she was fine but wanting to kill people because of the traffic. She's driving up right now. Left about 4 o'clock this morning so she should be in sometime either late tonight or early morning tomorrow. You gonna hold up ok with this?"

"Yea, I'll be fine. It won't kill me, seeing her again that is. She shouldn't be driving up straight through. She should at least stop at a hotel for a few hours of sleep," Don suggested.

"If you say so son. You try telling her that. Beside, she said that she was supposed to see Mac tomorrow sometime. She's ready to get it done, incase she doesn't get the job. She said she already had something else in mind, but won't tell me or Andrea what it is," Gavin said.

"Like she'd listen to me. The offer to come eat dinner still up for this week? I guess I can go to Mac a little later in the day to see what this is all about," Don responded.

"Yea, the invitation is still open. But, I'd say you should come over on Friday night. Andrea's cooking a pot roast for dinner, since Nadia will be here. I'll let you go now so you can get back to work," Gavin stated.

"Alright, I'll be there. If she calls you again, tell her an old friend says hey, would ya?" Don asked.

"Sure thing. She'll come around son, she'll come around. Andrea's calling me to put something in the attic so I'm gonna go," Gavin said before hanging up the phone.

Staring at the phone, Flack felt someone's eyes on him. He turned to see Aiden's face staring right back at his, wonder in her eyes.

"You ok there, Flack?" she asked.

"Yea, I'll be fine. Hey do you know anything about a new person coming in to talk to Mac tomorrow morning?" Flack responded.

"A little. I was in his office this morning when he took a call from Horatio Caine, the guy from Miami. Whoever it is, is transferring from down there. Supposedly, she's one of the best in their department," Aiden answered, noticing a smile form on his face.

"What? Do you know something about it?" she asked curiously.

"Yea, actually I do. If I'm correct, I know exactly who she is," he answered, walking towards Mac's office.

Looking through the glass wall, Flack saw Mac was just sitting at his desk going over some old files. He pulled the door opened and sat down in one of the chairs in front of Mac's desk.

"Something I can help you with Flack?" asked Mac.

"Yea, actually there is," Flack answered.

"This about a case or a certain person who's coming in tomorrow?" Mac asked.

"How'd you know that it may be about that?" Flack asked.

"Because when I got the transfer form, Stella was with me. She said the name sounded familiar. I asked why and she told me she remembered something about you and a girl named Nadezkah," Mac answered.

"Yea, well, she doesn't go by that. She goes by Nadia," Flack accidentally snapped.

"It says that in her file. So what is it that you're here for?"

"I was just wondering what her chances of being hired are. Her uncle called me today to tell me that she was moving back up here. I just thought I'd see what was going on," answered Flack.

"Honestly Flack, it's none of your concern, but since I know what happened between you two, I guess I'll let you know. She's getting the job. She meets all the requirements. Det. Caine sent me everything that I need. And from what I've heard around the department, she's got the drive," Mac explained.

"That she does. Who'd you ask?" Flack asked.

"Your father, Officer Malcolm, Gina the receptionist for the station her uncle works at, and Hilbourne himself," Mac replied.

"Did Dad tell you the time that he and I were on our way to Gavin's house to pick her up, and she saw her neighbor getting mugged? She had the perp restrained and everything by the time we got there. Neither of us were on duty, and her uncle was gone. So, Dad throws the guy in the back of our personal car, and takes him up to the station," Flack said laughing.

"Yea, that was one of the things I heard. I also heard some other stuff about her too. Doesn't look like she'll have a problem fitting in here, unless…"

"That won't be a problem Mac," Flack interrupted, knowing exactly what Mac was getting at.

"You're sure about that? Your dad said you took it pretty hard when she left and everything," Mac replied.

"I'm sure about that. She's on her way up right now. She really wants this, so yea I guess I'm done," Flack stated, standing up.

"Don't worry about it," Mac said, watching him walk out the office.

Looking at his watch, Flack decided to go sit at his desk while waiting for information about his case to be sent to him. He went through the drawers and finally found what he was looking for. There it was, the only personal fixture he had ever put on his desk. After she had left, he put it in a drawer. Staring at the picture, thoughts from the past rushed back to his head.

"Donnie, come on!" she shouted.

"Sweetie, just wait. We've got all day to do this," he replied, referring to decorating their apartment.

"I hope you know this is the first time I've ever decorated this place. I normally don't do anything for the holidays. I leave that stuff for going to Mom and Dad's house," he joked, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"So? This is our first Christmas together. We've gotta make it special," she said, turning to face him.

"I can think of a bunch of things we can do to make it special," he smirked.

"Oh really? Like what?" she asked, her breath on his ear.

"You'll just see," he replied before kissing her.

That was right before the picture was taken. She broke away just long enough to grab the camera and hold it out away from the two of them. After that, her uncle bringing in more ornaments interrupted them.

"Do you two think you could separate long enough for Donnie to help me," Gavin joked.

"Sure thing Uncle Gavin. There's more stuff in the back of his truck," Nadia said, pushing Don's back.

"Ok, ok. Why don't we put the tree in the corner by the TV," he had suggested before walking out.

That was one of the best Christmases he had ever had in his entire life. That was because it had been spent with her.

"Earth to Flack," Stella said, waving a hand in front of his face.

"What'd you say Stel?" he asked.

"That's her isn't it?" she asked, sitting on the edge of his desk.

"Yeap, that would be Nadia. She's good Stel. She's almost like you. You've got the same traits," he responded.

"Don't go all soft Flack. Shift's about over and the gang's wanting to go to Sullivan's, ya coming?" she asked him.

"Naw, I think I'ma go on home tonight. Got some things I need to get settled," he replied, watching her walk away.

Without thinking, he put the picture back in the drawer and stood up to grab his jacket.

Walking through the streets of New York wasn't something he did quite often, but all he needed to do right now was get these memories out of his head. He could go drinking, but he would just regret it in the morning; he could go to his parents to talk about her, but his parents loved her as much as he had and it wouldn't be easy; or better yet, he could go to Moran, but what good would that do. He couldn't expect the man to be the referee between his own niece and him. Finally, after walking around, Flack decided to go back to the station to retrieve his vehicle. Climbing in to his SUV, Flack popped in a burnt CD that Danny had made him a couple of weeks ago. Arriving at his apartment, he threw his keys on the side table, and grabbed a beer outta the fridge. Looking around, he saw the pictures he still let show. There was the one of him and Nadia at his sister's house, where Nadia was holding the twins. She was so happy at that moment. Then there was the one that was taken on the dinner cruise. How he managed to stay sane and still look at these pictures everyday, was a mystery to him. Giving up, he turned the TV on and watched reruns of old sitcoms before drifting off to sleep.