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Flack/Angell
Jess walked over to Flack's desk, "Hey."
He looked up, "Hey."
She sat down on the corner of his desk, "Mac doing okay?"
He nodded, "Ya, how about you?"
She shrugged, "Glad to get out of the dress, wigs and heels."
Flack grinned, "That's too bad, everyone else liked it."
She tossed him a look, "You mean every guy."
Flack raised his hands in surrender, "As a member of that every guy group, I have to say, you looked better with a vest and shot gun than you did in that dress, not that I didn't like that."
"Good, it's nice to know what you think. See ya later Flack."
She got up and started to walk away. but he called her back, "What do you mean, it's nice to know?"
She gave him a grin, "You're the Detective, surely you can figure it out. Night Flack."
He just watched as she walked away.
Okay, hope that was okay...
Love always, Heavenly...