Okay, so I've been dying to do an F/A casefic. And what better time to do it than when I'm almost in tears at the FA scenes in Lat/Long and at the spoilers for 6x08? ("personal problems" my ass! We all know what that means!)

I should be working on my chemistry coursework, or my english essay, or even... ah, screw it. FF wins everytime...

This is for Allie, Steph, Jess and Laura, who were sat with me in Chemistry, procrastinating and helping me (or not, as it turned out) decide where to go with the Allie Black story. Helpful, guys! And no Steph, you do NOT get to be made into a character and sleep with Tony!!

NCIS is already airing in Britain!! FX, you RULE!!

Big smiles, Anna

Disclaimer: Stuff it. I'm tired; I do not own CSI:NY - nor would I want to, with the way s6 is going...

The club was pulsing with a heaviy baseline, the lighting dark and intimate. It was crammed full, and Angell had to shimmy her way out of the crush round the bar, holding two beers aloft her head. Flack watched her as she strode towards him. She looked impatient, annoyed and ready to drop both bottles and pull the .22 he knew she had strapped to her ankle on whichever idiot put his hands on her next. She'd politely turned down two hopefuls, then grown irritated by the next four, pointing first to Flack, then to her gun, then to the badge she'd hidden under her shirt at her waist.

Jess handed him a bottle, giving him a glare. "You better savour that Flack, 'cos I ain't going up there in a hurry."

He grinned at her, turning his blue-eyed charm on the unsuspecting Detective. "Thanks, Jess. It's nice we can go grab a drink together."

She paused, the bottle rim just touching her lower lip. "You hittin' on me, Detective?"

Flack blushed. "Hey, you agreed to come out with me."

"I didn't know it was a date..." She leaned back in her seat, studying her partner from under her lashes. Suddenly, she sat forward. "Okay, talk it out."

He chuckled. 'Talking it out' was something they did a lot in the precinct when they were stuck on a case. Whichever Detectives happened to be in the squadroom at the time sat around, and spilt - half would argue for a theory, helf would argue against. It predicted what the lawyers would say, at any rate. "Alright. I like you."

"You outrank me." She countered.

"You like me."

"It's against the rules."

"No-one needs to know."

"They will find out."

Flack's eyes met hers in a piercing blue gaze. "Simple question, Detective. Do you want this?"

Jess tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "You know I like you, Don. I don't make a secret of it. But I don't want people to think I'm trying to sleep my way up the ranks! I can't deal with being stuck to the water cooler forever! Don..."

He leaned forwards, brushing her cheek with his fingertips. "Jess... No-one is going to know. We're professional at work, and Detectives. We know how to have a relationship and keep it out of the office."

Her heart fluttered at the skin to skin contact, and she tried to slow her heartrate down to an acceptable level. "Well... I guess we could-"

She was unable to finish her sentence as Don chose that moment to lean forwards and kiss her gently on the lips. His lips lingered against hers for a moment, his fingers tangling themselves in her hair, cupping the base of her neck. Jess was momentarally stunned by the action, but quickly leaned into the kiss, resting a hand lightly against his cheek, her finger brushing against the five o'clock stubble he'd accumulated through the day. Don could feel her smile against his mouth, and pulled back, holding her gaze just as intensely as before. "So? Help you make up your mind?"

She gathered her thoughts into something remotely comprehensible as a sentence, and mock-glared at him. "If you'd have let me finish, I was going to say I guess we could make something work. But you very rudely interrupted me."

A smirk tugged Flack's lips. "Oh yeah? So you wouldn't want me to do it again, I suppose?"

"Most definately not," she murmured as she pressed her lips to his.

Flack nudged Jess with his foot, chuckling as she stirred, and clamped a pillow over her head. "C'mon, Detective. Up."

"Screw you!" She groaned, burrowing back down under the sheets.

He flipped back the comforter, tracing a line along her calf muscle. "I think you already did. Now get up."

She sat up, shooting death glares at him. "I hate you." Angell wrapped the sheet tightly round her body, heading for the bathroom. "I'm gonna need coffee!"

Flack pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, unable to stop the grin from sreading across his face. Dating Jessica Angell... It wasn't something to be taken for granted, that was for sure. He watched her slam the door shut with a childish temper, and scribbled a quick note to Jess, leaving it on the bed. Pulling on his sneakers, he grabbed his keys and headed out of the door.

The coffee shop owner grinned as Flack walked in. "Detective! Been a while since I've seen you."

"Hey, Keith. Two black coffees please, one with cream, one without. Yeah, usually make me own coffee these days. But, uh..." He trailed off, smiling to himself.

"Girlfriend's in the shower, ah?" The older man winked at Flack, handing him two cups. "That'll be one dollar fifty."

He handed the man the change. "You cutting your prices, Keith?"

"For you, yeah. You caught the guy that attacked my daughter. Coffee's cheap for you here." The man lowered his head, the respect for the detective clear.

Flack grinned. "You flatter me." He dropped two extra dollars in the tip jar on his way out, nodding at the smiling waitress. Before, he would have flirted with the curvy blonde (Jenny, he thought her name was), but now he had his own brunnette back at his apartment, in his shower... His pace increased slightly.

Jess wrapped a towel round her lithe body, wringing the water out of her hair. It curled round her shoulders, tumbling down her back like seaweed. Her skin tingled from the cold water, making the air feel a little warmer than it would have done if the shower had been scolding. "Okay, so I have showered, am in a slightly better-" she broke off as she glanced round the living room, seeing no sign of Flack. "Fine then," she huffed.

Storming into the bedroom, Angell stopped short as she saw a scrap of paper on the bed. She instantly recognised Flack's messy, left-handed scrawl that had made paperwork so much more difficult when she couldn't decipher his crime scene observations.

Jess,

Gone for coffee, hopefully it'll put you in a good mood :)

Don't use all the hot water.

Don xx

She clutched the note tightly, a goofy grin spreading across her face. But she couldn't help it - she'd never got a note before (notes telling her so-and-so called about an update didn't count). All of her exes had been wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am. Although, it was usually her sneaking out at six o'clock in the morning, desperate not to wake them. She blamed alcohol and bad taste for her choice in men.

Until Flack, her rule had been 'first date's the last date'.

That was going to have to change...

"Angell?"

She whirled round to see Flack stood in the doorway, two cups of coffee in his hand. She accepted one gratefully, kissing his cheek lightly. "Thanks. Sorry, morning's are my worst point."

"I know." He chuckled. "I've seen you when you've woken uo after sleeping at your desk, remember? I think Scagnetti's words were 'I hate women. Hormonal as hell'."

"Feel sorry for my brother. He was the one my mom sent in to make me get up when I ignored my alarm. She used to say he needed a crash helmet and full kevlar suit if he wanted to make it out alive." She winced at the memory.

Flack laughed out loud. "Well I guess I'm lucky that I don't wake you up then. And next time you fall asleep at your desk, I'm sending Messer."

Jess lowered her towel, grabbing her clothes from the night before and pulling them on. Flack took in the hip-hugging jeans, white blouse and beaten-up cowboy boots, and sucked in his breath.

She paused, midway through tying her hair up in a ponytail. "This gonna be too dressy?"

"No, I'm thinking Hernandez is gonna try it on with you... again. I can't do with an assault on my sheet. Wouldn't look too good." He sighed.

She smacked him in the arm. "Go shave! You know I hate stubble..."

"Puh-lease." He scoffed. "When have you seen stubble on me?"

"True," she admitted.

Flack managed to get halfway through the mandatory shave before his cell rang loudly. "Flack, he answered, jamming the phone against the side of his face that wasn't covered in shaving cream. "Hey, Loo."

Jess rolled her eyes as she figured it was Luietenant William Sythe on the line. He was a reasonably understanding man, had complete respect for Mac and his team, but was a stickler for rules. He'd made his way up to Luietenant at only fourty-two by doing what neither Flack nor Angell were good at - playing politics.

"Uh-huh. Sure." Flack rested his hand on Angell's forearms as they wrapped tightly round her waist. "Yep, I'll call her. Got it."

"What?" She asked quickly, resting her chin on his shoulder - no mean feat when he was 6'3 and she was only 5'7.

"Homicide on the Upper East Side. Two some woman and her friend came home from a charity event to find the boyfiend shot on the couch. Apparantly she's a little hysterical."

Angell rolled her eyes, unwinding her arms and going in seasrch for her badge and gun. "Don't even think about sticking me on witness statements Flack, or else I'll tell Danny about the birthmark you have on your ass!"

He stuck his head round the doorframe. "And when he asks how you know?"

"I'll do what you always do," smirked Jess. "Blag it!"

The waking up complete with headgear? Running joke in my family. I hate mornings. Takes me three alarms to get up. And a lot of coffee. Okay, y'all. Review, please?