A/N; So I've finally uploaded WOO. I'm a huge FA fan, so I'm really excited as to where I'm gonna take this – I have an idea but please feel free to make any comments or suggestions. Please review – I wanna know how I'm doing & you'll make my day! This is un-betad so all mistakes are mine.

Disclaimer; Purlease – if I owned this show it would need to be re-christened the Flack & Angell show – although I do own all the boxsets WOO!

Chapter 1.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid." Don muttered angrily to himself as he slumped in his desk chair staring moodily at some equally as stupid crossword. "That was quite possibly the dumbest thing you have ever done you idiot.." he trailed off as he realised a uniform stood in front of his desk, his arms piled high with cold cases.

Flack groaned and sunk lower into his chair, "You're kidding me right? This is the punishment I get for doing nothing wrong?"

"'Fraid so Flack," said the uniform as he dumped the multitude of case files on Flack's desk.

"Oh, hey Jimmy – didn't see you under the mountain of paper."

Jimmy Logan, had only been at NYPD for six months but had immediately struck up a rapport with Flack after they had both ended up at the same bar one night madly cheering on the NY Rangers.

"Yeh sorry 'bout that. What were you muttering about before I interrupted? Something about being incredibly stupid?"

Flack's mood darkened a further shade, as he thought back to the way he had snapped at Jess not long ago.

"I've stupidly managed to piss off Je..Detective Angell."

Jimmy grinned, he knew perfectly well that Flack and Angell were an item – hell the whole precinct knew they were together just by the way they looked at each other. Comments had been made about the sexual tension between the pair since Angell had arrived and become Flack's partner.

Flack noticed Jimmy's grin, "Jim this is not a grinning matter."

"Oh I know, just how I also know that you'll think of a way to make it up to her."

"She's stubborn.."

"Heard you were too." Jimmy stopped talking as he spotted Detective Bonasera heading towards them. "I'll leave you to it, later Flack. Detective." Jimmy nodded to Stella as he walked away.

Stella perched on the only free corner of Flack's desk and squeezed his arm in a gesture of support and friendship.

"How you holding up?" she asked, eyeing the crossword, "5 down is whisk."

Flack glanced at his now abandoned crossword, "Oh cheers. How am I holding up..er I would be lying if I said I was fine put it that way. Nothing happened, he just collapsed. And now this – no benefit of the doubt and so suddenly I'm the bad guy."

Stella smiled ruefully, "Yeh well Mac will clear the allegations. Don't worry and we're all rooting for you, you know that but.." Stella paused as she mulled over her next words.

Flack noticed. "But what Stell?"

"Don't push Jess away, you could use her support right now. I know how close you two are, both professionally and personally"

Flack looked shocked, "How'd you know I'd pissed Jess off?"

"It's not exactly difficult. 1. I've seen you do cold cases before – yes you hate them but your mood right now is at the 'I'm gonna go punch a wall' phase. 2. Before I came to see you, I was in the locker room and who do I see in there but Jess talking to Lindsay with a face like thunder. And 3. As I am a detective I used my amazing skills of prowess and put two and two together."

Flack put his head in his hands and sighed, his brow wrinkled in thought. "How mad did she look exactly?"

"More angry than I've ever seen her, but I think talking to Lindsay will do her good – she's been in the same boat as Jess right now, what with Danny pushing her away after Reuben's death, so she'll be able to help. But as it is Jess, who is a tad more unforgiving than Lindsay, I would say, prepare to start grovelling Don."

Flack looked up at Stella with a mixture of despair, pain and anger at himself in his eyes.

"Any suggestions?"

"No Don, this one is all on you." Stella replied as she stood, "I've gotta go process some more evidence so I'll talk to you later okay?"

Flack barely even registered Stella leaving as his mind was already planning how to apologise in the best, most romantic way possible. He was not going to screw this up.

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Detective Jess Angell stalked into the locker room, anger radiating off her petite figure like a storm. She didn't even flinch as the door smashed into a set of lockers, she didn't care if anyone saw or heard, the pain that came with Flack casually brushing her off was more intense than she was expecting.

"Urgh men!" she grumbled as she strode over to her locker and retrieved her iPod. Putting the loudest song on she knew, she sank to the ground, hugged her knees to her chest and just listened. This was a technique she had developed as she was growing up; loud music deafens you to thoughts and voices. She had ran through entire albums as a teenager listening to her parents row about the most inanimate things and one album was played so hard after her mother died seven years ago that it had become scratched and refused to be re-played. The harder the drums, the worse the day was and today was no exception.

Jess was just going to use her break to clear her head of all thoughts of Flack, and then return to work and catch the perp who had strewn a wrestling coaches body parts in various dumpsters around town.

The loud music, her closed eyes and her continuing thoughts prevented Jess from seeing and hearing Lindsay slide down next to her onto the locker room's cold, linoleum floor. It wasn't until Lindsay placed her hand on Jess's arm, that Jess noticed.

Jess flicked off the song and looked at Lindsay, who sat there with a kind, understanding expression on her face.

"Hey Lindsay."

"Hey, you okay?" Lindsay asked giving Jess's arm a comforting rub, "It's just that you look like you could really use someone to talk to right now."

Jess leant her head back against the lockers and looked at the ceiling, searching for answers. "Yeh you could say that. But Don needs someone to talk to more, he's got IA on his arse."

Lindsay smiled at Jess's selflessness, "Stella and I are tag-teaming. She has gone to knock some sense into Flack, while I am here to listen as I probably know something about what you are going through"

"Danny?" Jess questioned.

"Yeh, last year, after his next door neighbour's son died he just pushed me away – wouldn't talk, refused to listen, he just closed himself off to the world and broke my heart in the process."

"You don't need to worry about me. I'm fine." Jess muttered.

Lindsay scoffed, "and I'm the president. Liar. Talk. Now." Her foot accentuated each word to the extent that neither Jess nor Lindsay heard the locker room door's creek open to let Flack slip through and listen intently as he to sat down on the floor the other side of the lockers to them.

"Fine." Jess sighed wondering where to even begin, "It's just... I love him so much that it hurts. So when he brushed me off earlier, it felt like I'd been kicked in the stomach. Everyone thinks I'm this tough, sassy person..and don't get me wrong I am..but I do have feelings so when the man that I've been seeing for 4 months now, just says, 'I have bigger problems right now than you and me' it kinda struck deep. I know it's only been four months..."

Lindsay scoffed again, "Four months my arse. Okay so it's been 'official' for four months but you and Flack have practically been together ever since you became partners – you two are inseparable, you both clearly had feelings for each other long before you acted on them so technically you've been together for like a year and four months."

"Okay I take your point. But I just asked him how everyone knew about us, and then he said that."

Lindsay groaned, "I can guarantee you Flack didn't say anything. He didn't need to – it's so obvious you two are perfect for each other, everyone knows. The connection you share is really extraordinary, you just click and don't get me started on the sexual tension the pair of you have – it's lethal, stay in a room with you two too long and you're liable to drown."

Jess laughed quietly, her good mood slowly returning.

"As his friend and yours, I can tell you you've got a keeper there Jess. Don't let one snappy comment, that Stella is bound to have made Flack realise was dumb, ruin what you have."

"But Lindsay what do we have? Just because I love him with everything I have – I still have no idea how he feels about me or where we are going." Jess whispered.

Flack was stunned – how could Jess not tell how much he loved her. He'd been in love with Detective Jess Angell ever since she walked through the NYPD doors in her form hugging jeans, those sexy as hell biker boots and that leather jacket and when he had heard her laugh he knew he was a gonner – all bets were off, this was the woman for him. Hell, he'd even told her he loved her – admittedly she had been asleep in his arms at the time but he had hoped her subconsciousness would have picked the sentiment up. Damn, he was going to have to try harder.

"Oh I'm pretty certain he loves you," Lindsay said smiling.

"Well I'm gonna have to wait till he's in a better mood to talk to him," Jess replied, "but thanks Lindsay I guess sometimes talking does help."

The shrill tone of a cell phone cut through the locker room, it was Danny ringing Jess to tell her he had made a breakthrough.

"Alright, I'll see you down there." Jess hung up, stood and bent to help up Lindsay.

"Unfortunately work beckons, crime never sleeps as we all know. I'll talk to you later." Jess said as she walked out the back doors and down to the lab.

Lindsay slowly made her way round the lockers to where Flack was.

"I thought I heard you come in, so you heard all that huh?"

Flack grinned, his infamous grin, "every word."

"Well I hope you do something about it then," said Lindsay as she exited the room.

"Damn right I will." Flack muttered, already thinking ahead to what he had to do when his shift ended for the day. He was going to make Jess realise how much he loved her, and that was a fact – his speciality.

I love the last line ;-D

So there you have it...review and let me know how I'm getting on!

I'm off to go write the next chapter...i really should be doing some work but in the face of FA – who cares??

Mmmmm Flack *swoon*

Em xx