A/N: Upon re-watching the seasons I decided to write a story about what we don't see between Angel and Flack. I'm sure they would have actually crossed paths before 4.07 and though I would have them meet when he was in hospital after being blown up. I love them together but this is my first time writing either, so it may take a bit to find the right way for me to write them.

I am choosing to ignore the fact that they killed her off, I haven't even really watched it much since but did love the way it got brought up in the latest season finale.

Just a little side note: I wasn't too sure what hospital to put (did a quick google search), so if it would be somewhere else please correct me. I have no clue about New York places, as I'm from Australia, which is also why something's in my writing may be a bit different but I try my hardest to leave them out!

Disclaimer: I do not own it.


"Detective Angel." The captains voice broke her train of thought and concerned Angel, she had been waiting for those last couple of minutes to pass and for the clock to strike four, the end of her double shift.

"Yes sir," As Angel made her way over to the captain's office, she felt the end of her shift fading and overtime dawning.

"I need you to head over to New York-Presbyterian hospital."

"Why?"

"To collect Detective Flack and make sure he gets home safe and sound. He has been released today and they will only allow him to go with someone, something about insurance policies."

"Sir," She met his eyes with defiance, shocked at her assignment.

"What Detective." He smirked internally at her. Her ability to question anyone about anything with such composure and boldness, even orders from her boss, had been one of the reasons that he had poached her from the 14th precent and quickly promoted her to detective the first chance he got.

"I'm just not sure why me captain, I've never even met him before." She had heard of him of course, who hadn't heard about that bomb, but.

"Look Angel, I need someone that I can trust, one that he can too and he didn't want any of the CSI detectives."

"But sir-"

"-No but's Detective, I think it might be good, for both of you." The captain caught Angel's raised eyebrow and took it as a sign to elaborate. "It would be good for you to see just whose shoe's you've been filling and Flack needs someone to be there for him, someone to pick him up from the hospital."

"I still think one of his friends would be better off doing so."

"He doesn't want them; he's pulling away from them all. You'll be fine, I'm sure you two will find something to discus, you are currently doing his job after all." The detective within, heard the undertone and it was clear to Angel that their captain was worried about Flack.

"Fine, but I'm on call tonight." Angel made her final case, one that seemed to fall on deaf ears.

"That can be easily fixed." The captain's push for her to do this wore her down, he was her boss after all and he was starting to make her worried about the detective she had never met.


Detective Jessica Angel hated hospitals; she had been the kind of kid growing up that never went to the doctor, who never went to the hospital for her own benefit. Her father had treated her like one of the boy's, with pain being a weakness, one that was best kept hidden. Though the deepest reason that she hated hospitals was because growing up she had gone to them countless times, with nearly every single time that she went she had been unsure of her father's fate. Her mother had tried to hide her and her brothers from the extent of most injuries but her efforts had quickly became futile, it had been too difficult to hide her children from the newspapers and news stations.

Sure, she often went to them for work; it was a different story when she had to go when it was to visit someone close. Even though they had never met, they were both cops and the knowledge that they weren't invincible, that if they could get to one, they can get to any of them, struck her every time she went in to visit one of her own.

Walking towards reception, Angel caught the eye of the young girl behind the counter. She flashed the young girl a large smile, putting her at ease and befriending her in one. Angel was hoping to do this without too much formalities and this seemed to be the best way to accomplish this.

"Hi, can I help you?" The girl asked brightly.

"Hi, I'm looking for Donald Flack." Angel said with another large smile, listening as the girl typed into her computer.

"He's on the third floor, you'll hit another reception desk as soon as you leave the elevator and they will be able to direct you to a room."

She thanked the girl before walking toward the elevator. Pressing the up button, Angel noticed a Doctor approach the elevator. She saw him give her a quick look over and internally sighed as he seemed to move closer. It's not like she wasn't used to male attention, the opposite in fact and in her line of work the majority of it was from sleazy suspects or married detectives who should know better. Normally Angel would enjoy attention from a hot doctor, but this doctor was not hot and had his wedding ring in clear view.

"You have a beautiful face." He said, just as the elevator arrived.

"Thanks." She stepping on, knowing that he would follow but hoping he wouldn't.

"I would love the name of your plastic surgeon." Sure enough he followed her on. Reaching across to press three, the relief washed over her as he pressed five.

-one-

"I would but my fear of needles stops me from getting any sort of surgery." She responded without missing a beat and without any reaction, simply watching the floor number rise.

-two-

"I must say it is not needed either," he returned, changing his tactics, "Would you like to have coffee sometime?"

-three-

Saved by the bell had once again seemed appropriate and Angel was glad that Flack was only on the third floor. She rolled her eyes as she exited and made her way to the third floor reception desk.

Angel noticed the older woman behind the desk and immediately knew that she wouldn't be able charm her way to his room. It wasn't that she didn't like people to know her profession, it was that she didn't like to use the badge as a way to get the way she wants, to get an easy way through life.

"Can I help you Miss?" The older woman, clearly a nurse who had been with the hospital for a long time.

"Hi, I'm looking for Donald Flack." Angel answered politely.

"Mr Flack isn't taking visitors at the moment." The nurse replied, already having lost interest in the conversation.

"He is now," She showed her badge to the unimpressed nurse.

"Room 308. Down the hall to the right."

"Thank-you."


Arriving at room 308, Angel paused for a moment before going in.

"Detective Flack." She alerted him to her presence from her spot in the doorway, a spot that she could take it all in, him all in.

"I thought I told them no visitors." He calmly said without even looking up from the newspaper he was reading.

"I'm here to break you out." She said, getting his attention for the first time. Now it was his turn to take her all in and it wasn't long before he was returning her grin.

"If they send someone like you, maybe I should get blown up more often."

"Anything to get paid leave, huh." Holding his gaze she moved closer, until she was next to his bed.

"No, anything to get in a room alone with you." He said with a smirk.

"I guess todays your lucky day then Detective." Angel found herself unconsciously smiling broadly back.

"I guess it is." Flack paused slightly. "So you're here to get me out of here?"

"Sure am." She noticed his slight change in demeanour, he seemed sadder.

"So do I get to know your name?"

"Where would the fun be in that?"

"Can I at least see your badge? I might have been off work for a bit but I still know better than to go anywhere with a stranger." His attitude lifted a bit.

"Here," Angel showed him her badge, without letting him see her name.

"Come on, I'll tell them that your kidnapping me. The nurses around here have gotten quite attached to me and would be very happy to kick an attractive woman out of my room." He waved flirtingly toward a young nurse walking past his room to make his point.

Angel glanced out the window and moved to sit on the hospital bed next to flack, which made the nurse hurry off embarrassedly.

"Detective Jessica Angel, if you must know." She held out her hand and raised an eyebrow, challenging him.

He accepted her hand, shaking it gently.

"Well I must have been a good boy." He read her questioning face quickly. "For heaven to send an angel."

"Really?" She laughed, well aware he had never let go of her hand.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't really pass it up." Pleased she hadn't released his hand, with it being the most human contact he had had in a while that wasn't from a doctor or nurse.

"Oh I've heard it all before."

"I bet you have."

"So how do we go about getting you out of here?" She changed the subject as if it was the same subject, Flack was quickly beginning to understand that she was good at her job.

"Well the Doc does his round's at five, so he'll be around soon." They both looked at the clock which showed it was four fifty-five, nearly an hour had passed since Angel had been about to come off a double.

"I guess we wait then." She squeezed his hand gently.

"So why'd the capt send you?"

"He's worried about you." She answered honestly.

"He shouldn't be." He looked away. Angel was quickly getting why the captain was adamant about sending her. She saw through his front almost immediately, he was trying to act normal but she was smarter or he was letting her in ever so slightly.

"Perhaps, but would you rather he have sent Picco?" His smile made her smile, it was quickly becoming her goal to make him smile.

"But why you?" His strikingly deep blue eyes met her brown ones.

"I'm your fill in."

"Now I'm the one worried."

"Don't be, they like you better." She broke eye contact with him.

"Who?"

"The CSI's."

"I'm sure they like you, who couldn't." He forced her to look at him again.

"I think they didn't like me replacing you, even if it is just short-term." It was him to stroke her hand comfortingly this time.

Moments later the doctor appeared in the doorway, he cleared his throat to alert the rooms occupants of his presence, making Angel jump ever so slightly.

"Guess you've heard the good news then." The Doctor queried Flack.

"That you're finally going to let me leave? Cause personally I was beginning to think you were never going to let me." Fake happiness laced his voice, the fakeness only audible to Angel.

"Well I believe my nurses are going to miss you too much." The doctor joked back.

"I gotta be honest; I'm not sure how much I'm going to miss this place."

"I only have to do a bit of," The doctor paused as he noticed the detectives intertwined hands, "paperwork and you're free to go."

"Great." Flack stated, looking at Angel who had surprised him by seeming unfazed that the doctor noticed.

"You should get changed, as I doubt it'll be long."


A/N: hope you enjoyed! Would love to know if you'd like this story continued.

I just really do miss them!