A/N: I really LOVE Flack and Angell together. And seeing that there were no moments together this last week's episode I decided to fill that void with this story.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything! Except the plot and story line, minus the Irish Coffee.

Jessica stared at the ceiling pouting it. She shifted over to her side huffing. This feeling she had was just plain awkward. Never in her twenty-eight years of her life had she ever felt this way. She couldn't even bring her mind to say to herself.

"You're going gaga over him, admit it," taunted the little voice in her head.

"No, I am not going gaga over a guy. I never get 'gaga' over a man. Never in my life," she barked back. But she hadn't count her teenage years, those were the days were it was okay to be crazy over some guy. At her age though, it was impractical.

"Stop kidding yourself. You miss him already. It's only been how long since you've had any contact with him? " asked that darn voice.

She glanced at her digital clock; it was five minutes to midnight. "It's been seven hours."

Seven long hours of having absolutely no communication with Donald Flack Jr. It was starting to drive her a little crazy. Why did all of sudden did she miss his voice, his smile, his sparkling sapphire eyes, his laugh, and his "game". Never in her life had she felt so out of control. Because of a MAN for that matter.

Once she got home around six in the afternoon, she planned on indulging herself for once. She rarely was given time for herself and she was going to take full advantage of it. She let her girly side get the best of her and loaded 'The Notebook' into her DVD player before opening her bucket of cake batter ice cream with marshmallows, graham crackers, Oreos, cookie dough, and whip cream. She spent the rest of the day watching an array of chick flicks from "How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days", "Sleepless in Seattle", and ended her marathon with "Breakfast at Tiffany's". After that movie she dragged herself to bed hoping maybe she could sleep off the weird feeling she was having.

"Of course your plan didn't work because now here you are, thinking about him. Hon, believe me. Romantic chick flicks are not the way to go about trying to forget a guy. Trust me," mocked the voice in her head.

Jessica again shifted back to lie on her back, again facing the ceiling. She had been continuing this pattern she since she lay down. She tried closing her eyes but once she did all she saw was his face. She opened her eyes again sighing with frustration. Why is it so hard to get him out of her head? She just couldn't understand her restlessness.

Maybe it was because Flack and her hadn't done much together since their, dare she say it, date over Irish coffee. Although it wasn't a real date, it had been close enough. But since then they had become so busy with work that the only time they saw each other was when they had the rare chance of passing through the precinct. In fact the last time she saw him was just like that, a quick nod in the precinct before she left work and him entering with another hand-cuffed loser. Yup, what a whirl wind romance.

Jessica sat up tired of thinking of him too much. She looked again at her clock to see it was now ten minutes pass midnight. It felt like hours since she was contemplating her situation over Flack. She finally got up and walked toward her kitchen to scoop up some more ice cream. Ice cream always made her feel better when she felt like crap. It soothes her in a way that nothing else could. Well except him. Damnit. She seriously needed to stop.

"You're so cute," laughed the voice in her head.

She shook her head as she spooned the ice cream into her mouth. Darn you Donald Flack. She hated how he made her feel. He made her lose control. He made her weak in the knees. Darn you, Donald Flack. Darn you. She sighed in defeat. No matter how she tried to fight it, she was falling for Donald Flack faster than she wanted to admit. But it was just that plain and simple. She, Detective Jessica Angell, the supposed tough woman cop of the New York Police Department, was falling hard for her superior, Donald Flack Jr.

Oh, how it scared her to the core, but she welcome the feeling. As scary and unheard of was the phrase 'falling for someone' to her, it was something new. That same phrase though was something that piqued her interest, because quite frankly, she never had been in this situation in the twenty-eight years of her life. She had never even considered being 'in love' before. Yet, one moment in a car, the occasional hellos and smiles, and the constant longing glances toward his desks, she could say she considered it now. She could finally say she was falling for somebody. For once, she could see herself 'falling in love" with someone.

"Whoa! Hold on there honey. Love? Is that the word," panicked the voice in her head.

True. Love was a strong word to use, but she could see herself there. Eventually, maybe one day she would be able to say for sure. The worst part though was she had no clue when that time could come. That barely saw each other; in fact they hadn't even gone on an official date yet! So no, she couldn't think of "love" yet. But she could dream it.

Then of course, shaking her self out of her reverie there was a desperate knock on her apartment door. Then without even thinking, she opened the door. To her surprise there was the man she had been longing and thinking about all night. Donald Flack Jr, was at her door half past midnight.

"Don?" She asked wondering why would he be here of all places.

"Jess. I know it's late," he started but she motioned him into her apartment first. She didn't want the whole building hearing her business but at the same time she couldn't believe he was there.

Once inside though he continued, "I know you're wondering why I am here. I know I shouldn't be here. But, God, you're driving me crazy!"

She looked at him with surprised eyes and she oddly took this time to look him over. He was in fact, in some black flannel pajamas and a white tee. He was obviously at home before he came here.

"I don't know Jess; I just couldn't stop thinking about you. All night that's all I did," he said as he paced around. "I'm never like this, ya know. I'm usually calm and collected. But with you, it's different."

Did those words seem familiar she thought as she watched him. It looked like she wasn't the only one doing some deep thinking.

"I mean I got home at around ten, exhausted but I ended up spending those two whole hours pacing around my apartment when I figured I couldn't sleep. I'm pissed ya know. I mean we've been so busy lately but fuck. I can't take it anymore; I just needed to see you. Talk to you. In person. On the phone wouldn't be enough," he explained as he finally stop pacing to look at her expression. She smiled at him and walked towards him enveloping her arms around his torso. He in turn took her in his arms, holding onto her like there was no tomorrow. They've never hugged before. It was something new, but both knew it wasn't going to be the last time.

After a couple of seconds later, she let go of him and wordlessly took his hand whilst leading him to her bedroom. They both lied down, grasping on to each other like if they let go it was the other one would be gone.

Finally she spoke, "Just rest. It seems both us of done enough thinking for the night" She grinned at him as she snuggled into his side. Flack, too tired to argue or even question, he wrapped his arm around her and kissing her head before he let sleep take over.

No words needed to be said from that moment on. Until of course morning.

That's another story though.

A/N: Hehe. Good? Please review and tell me what you think. I would love some feedback. Plus tell me if I should continue this story. Such as the Morning After or what was going through Flack's mind. Anyway I hope you enjoyed this little ficlet.