I know it's short, but this is sort of an introduction chapter. :) I wanted to test the waters, so to speak, and see how readers would react.

This fic starts in the season 7 era, and the flashbacks will be in season 6. :) I think that Riley came on as Flack's partner shortly after his season 6 breakdown...

Riley's faceclaim is Sandra Bullock. :) I love Sandra as an actress and she seemed perfect for how I picture Riley. :) I've got a link on my profile to a nice faceclaim picture of Sandra Bullock. :D


"Care to make a little bet, Riley?" Flack grinned at his partner as he pulled on his bulletproof vest.

"What kinda bet?" Riley returned the grin as she checked her Glock.

Riley Fallon had been partners with Don Flack for almost two years; they had been placed together shortly after Flack had begun recovering from Jess' death.

"First one to get their cuffs on this guy," Flack began, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "Get to choose where we get dinner. And the loser has to pay..."

"Sounds good," Riley replied as she pulled her brown hair back into a ponytail, allowing a few strands to brush the sides of her face.

"I'll even give you a head start," Flack said, the smirk fully spread across his face. "Considering the size difference, you know; he's pretty big..."

Riley gave Flack a playful shove and rolled her eyes.

Riley was just six inches shorter than Flack, with an athletic build, but he enjoyed teasing her about her size. Others could see their teasing as just friendly banter, but Flack felt a deep connection to Riley and the teasing was how they showed it. While he knew she could handle herself, he still found himself feeling protective when they were preparing to chase down a suspect.

"Ready, detectives?" the SWAT leader asked.

Riley's brown eyes were serious as she met Flack's ice-blue eyes. They re-checked their weapons and entered the apartment building.


"You said the first one to get their cuffs on the guy," Riley said with a frown. "Nothing about 'helping'..."

"I'm just saying." Flack held a hand up in mock surrender. "You never would've cuffed the guy if he hadn't tripped over me..."

The two detectives had successfully arrested the suspect and were now arguing in the squad car. Flack was driving, the suspect was in the back, and Riley was turned in the seat to face Flack.

"So?" Riley raised an eyebrow. "I cuffed him, so I won."

"Technically, I took him down."

"Technically, you got in the way and he knocked you down," Riley retorted. "And then he tripped, so I got him."

"She won, man..." A voice came from the backseat.

"Stay out of this," Flack said. "This doesn't concern you, anyway."

"Hey, you were betting on me," the man continued. "So it does concern me. And she got me, not you..."

"Oh, shut up..." Flack scowled.

"Can't beat eyewitness testimony," Riley teased. "I think I'd like some Chinese or maybe Italian. Don't worry; I'll go easy on your wallet..."

Flack mumbled something under his breath.

"What was that?" Riley grinned.

"I said...nuts..."

Flack scowled and mumbled the whole way back to the precinct.


So what did you think? Want to read more? I've got some flashbacks written to kinda show how Flack and Riley first met and how they became partners... I was thinking of doing a couple of flashback chapters toward the beginning of this fic. Anyone interested? :)

Kristy :3