Author Notes: Here's is chapter 1 of my very first Fanfic, so feel free to review. I'm open to anything that will help improve my writing. But if you just want to tell me how awesome the story is, that fine too!

In this first chap, Flack and Danny question the enigmatic Niya Hayes: a knock out beauty with a feisty temper. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Other than the amazing Niya Hayes, I don't own anything...


Chapter 1 - Hell hath no fury...

I'm obsessive when just one thought of you comes up
I'm aggressive just one thought of closing up
You got me stressing, incessantly pressing the issue
'Cause every moment gone you know I miss you
Just your presence and I second guess my sanity
Yes it's a lesson, it's unfair, you stole my vanity
My tummy's up in knots so when I see you I get so hot
My common sense is out the door, can't seem to find the lock
S.O.S. - Rihanna


"I'm telling you, Flack. The people in this city are getting crazier by the day. Killing other people left and right and don't even give a shit about it," Danny Messer told his best friend walking next to him as they were making their way to an interrogation. Don Flack nodded in agreement, while giving him a sideward glance. "Yeah, tell me about it. Last week I wrapped up a case featuring a woman who stabbed her cross-dressing husband in the eye with an eyeliner pencil. I never quite decided which one of them was the bigger fruitcake." Don chuckled at the memory, and then quickly regained his composure.

"You know what the best part is," Danny continued, "When you look at these people, you'd have no clue as to how messed up they really are. I mean, have you taken a look at the girl in the interrogation room?" Don shook his head. "You mean the suspect from the Mayer case? Nope, haven't seen her. What about her?" Messer's eyes grew wide as he stared at Flack dumbfounded. "You kidding me, Flack? You have got to be the only one in the building not to have seen this girl. She's been turning heads ever since she stepped in. I'm telling you man, this girl is something else."

The Blue Eyed Detective smirked as they continued their walk down the hall. "Sounds like you're in love there, Dan-o." Messer frowned as the two rounded a corner. Flack laughed lightly at the sight of the faint blush creeping on his friends' face. "Yeah, yeah. Enough already! Just wait until you see the girl," Danny spat at Don. That earned him another smirk. "I guess we're about to find out," Flack said just as they reached the interrogation room where Mac Taylor and Sheldon Hawkes were already waiting for them.

"About time you guys," Hawkes told them, amusement evident in his voice," you better hurry up in there and get started." Hawkes patted Flack on the back before disappearing into the backroom. Don turned his attention to Detective Taylor. "So what about this girl, Mac," Flack inquired, while trying to steal glances through the little window in the door to the interrogation room, wondering about the girl who had his friend all shaken up.

"The suspect's name is Naya Hayes. Or Neeya? Anyway, the suspect was seen having a good time with our vic at a club the night of his murder and apparently she left with him. His neighbors confirmed she went with him to his apartment. At the end of the story, the vic is dead. I'd say Miss Hayes has some explaining to do," Mac explained.

"You got that right, Mac. Oh, this might be important to know before we head in there, Flack. When Mac, Hawkes and I processed the crime scene, we found two shot glasses on the living room table so maybe she and the vic had a few shots, he got drunk and she killed him. Might as well use it to turn up the heat on her," Danny added. Flack grinned at that and narrowed his eyes at Messer. "From what you've been telling me, that girl is pretty hot all by herself."

Danny shot him an icy glare. "Ha ha, really funny. But seriously, we may have something else on her. We found traces of semen and vaginal fluids on the vic's bed. Samples have already been sent to DNA for analysis. I'm telling you, there's a good chance this Hayes girl got cozy with our vic. At least he went out with a bang." Flack chuckled at Danny's comment, but his laughter died when Mac gave him a stern look.

"Alright, that's enough, boys. Why don't you two get this girl talking? Hawkes and I will be on the other side of that mirror keeping an eye on you," Taylor said as he went to join Sheldon. Flack and Messer glanced from each other to the door of the interrogation room. Danny took a deep breath and exhaled forcefully before he turned towards Don. "You ready, pal?" He asked him. Flack nodded. "Let's get this show on the road already."


Earlier that morning Mac, Hawkes and Danny had been called onto a crime scene. The victim, the 31-year old Devon Mayer, was murdered in his apartment, the apparent COD: blunt force trauma to the back of the head. The vic was found by his best friend James Ackerman at about 8am, lying on his bed surrounded by a pool of blood. According to James he, Devon on some other guys had been partying the previous night in a club called The Zone, when Devon made a move on some girl. After Devon had introduced himself, she had told them her name was Niya Hayes. James had claimed she and the vic got friendly and they left around 6am for Devon's apartment together. So after leaving the party himself around 7.30am he went to get some details from his friend and found him to be dead.

Once the CSIs had started to process the crime scene, they found a pair of shot glasses on the living room table. Mac had packed them up to be dusted for prints back in the lab, and if they were lucky they would be able to extract some DNA from the rims. On the bed Danny found a small number of glass particles surrounding the vic and Sheldon spotted some more in the vic's head wound. There was no evidence of a struggle whatsoever and no visible defensive wounds on the vic's body. It seemed their only lead was a mysterious girl named Niya Hayes.


Danny hadn't said a word too much when he had told Don what awaited him. As soon as they set foot in the interrogation room, they were confronted by a girl, no older than 26, sitting across the table impatiently tapping her fingers on the tabletop. Flack took a good at look at her. Without a doubt she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on. Her dark skin was flawless and seemed to radiate in the sunlight that streamed in through the blinds. Even though she was sitting down, he could see she had an athletic build and an impressive one at that: she had curves in all the right places. But the most striking were her eyes. Her big, green eyes that contrasted with her skin tone. While Flack took her in, Danny advanced onto the table and sat down.

Just then, the girl seemed to notice their presence. Her eyes focused first on Danny and then traveled to where Flack was standing.

"Well, well, well. Haven't you boys learned that it isn't nice to keep a lady waiting?" she smirked. Flack opened his mouth to reply, but Danny beat him to it. "The way I see it Miss Hayes, we still need to decide on whether or not you are a lady. Why don't you start answering some of our questions?" Danny said. Flack composed himself and moved alongside Messer. "How close are you to Devon Mayer, Naya?" Flack asked, while leaning over the table.

The girl narrowed her eyes at Don before she replied. "The name is Niya, officer. Nee-ya. And for your information I hardly know the guy." Danny smirked. "Seems weird to go home with a guy you don't know, doesn't it? And even weirder to sleep with him if you ask me," he stated. He observed their prime suspect, searching her face for any reaction, and studying her body language, but Niya's face showed no sign of emotion whatsoever.

"Let me tell you something Officer Goggles. I did not sleep with Devon Mayer, and even if I did, it's not illegal. Do you mind telling me what this is all about?" she snapped at Messer. "You're right, Niya. You sleeping with Devon is your own damn business," Flack responded," but him ending up dead after your little get-together makes it our business." Niya's eyes flickered for only the briefest of moments, but it did not escape Flack's attention. "Devon Mayer is dead?" she asked hesitantly. "Come on now, Niya! Do you really wanna go down this road? You were with Devon in his apartment the night he died. You slept with him. What happened? You had feelings he didn't return and you wanted him to pay?" Danny inquired. Niya's green eyes grew dark and she let her head down for a moment.

Suddenly her head jerked back up as rage burned in her emerald orbs. "Don't even go there! I told you I did not sleep with Devon! And I sure as hell didn't kill him! Do I look like a killer to you?" She snapped. "Killers never look like killers. That's what makes them so dangerous," Danny replied. Niya's chest started heaving up and down, her eyes still burning with anger. Flack decided to step in before either Danny or the girl did something stupid. "Listen Niya, if you didn't kill Devon, do you mind telling us what you were doing in his apartment last night?"

Niya's breathing calmed. She closed her eyes and when she opened them again, she turned her attention to Flack. "You never did introduce yourself, Blue Eyes," she remarked. Flack furrowed his eyebrows, but replied nonetheless. "I'm Detective Don Flack, and this here is Detective Danny Messer. Now do you mind answering my question?" A faint smile played across Niya's lips as she nodded.

"I met Devon last night at this club called The Zone. He came onto me, we had a couple of drinks and he asked me to go back to his place. I wasn't ready to head home yet, so I figured why not. When we got to his apartment, he suggested we had a few more drinks before we got it on, but I passed. I told Devon he probably shouldn't have any more either. I mean, he was already pretty hammered. But he didn't listen, had some shots and then basically passed out. Even if I'd wanted to sleep with him, which I didn't, I don't really think he'd have been up for it, if you know what I mean," Niya explained. Flack smirked. "Yeah, I think we got the idea," he chuckled. "Well anyway, after that I sort of left. I really had no idea Devon was dead. And I can honestly tell you I have nothing to do with it," Niya emphasized.

Danny and Flack crossed glances. Then Danny turned back to Niya. "Now that seems like a plausible story Miss Hayes, but there is one tiny problem. We found semen and vaginal fluids on Devon Mayer's bed. And I bet that if we compare your DNA to that sample we are going to have a match. And you do realize that once that happens, you'll be in major trouble right?" Again Niya shot a fierce death glare Danny's way.

"What is your problem, Four Eyes? I did not sleep with him! Match my DNA all you want, but the result will always be the same. It won't match. And I believe that means you have another woman to go and look for, don't you think?" Her eyes were cold and it took Danny all his self control not to openly shudder under that stare. "We'll know once we take a DNA reference sample from you," Danny smirked. "You'll get that sample, once you bring me a warrant," Niya shot back.

"Alright, alright, enough you two! Both of you back down," Flack interfered. He gave Danny a stern look, but his eyes softened when he looked at Niya. She was remarkably beautiful. And feisty. She was definitely a feisty one. The way she held her own against Messer was nothing short of impressive. Don didn't at all believe that this girl was capable of murder. But if she really was innocent, she was making this whole deal a lot harder for herself by not cooperating.

"Niya, trust me, you don't want to go there. If you didn't kill Devon Mayer then you shouldn't have anything to hide. Make this easier on all of us and give us the sample," Flack said as his eyes met with her gaze. Niya sighed deeply as she nodded. Danny grinned pulling out a swab. "Now open wide, Miss Hayes."


"Well that was interesting," Don stated as he and Danny left the interrogation room, on their way to deliver the sample Danny took from Niya to DNA for analysis. "Are you kidding me? That girl looked at me like a lion eyeing a gazelle. I don't think she's really fond of me," Danny sheepishly commented. Flack looked at him from the corner of his eye." Do you think, Officer Goggles?"

They both stopped in front of the elevator and Danny pushed the down button. "I don't get it though. Usually you're the bad cop. But this Hayes girl really seemed to like you," Danny pointed out. Flack shrugged, but what Danny didn't know was that the mere thought of a girl like Niya being faintly interested in him, made Flack's heart skip a beat. He quickly regained his composure and smirked at Messer.

"Yeah well, a little niceness goes a long way. What were you thinking yanking her tail like that? One look at the girl and you should've known she'd be a tough nut to crack. She doesn't look like she takes crap from anyone. I just figured we could get some more out of her by being friendly," Don reasoned.

"And it's a good thing you did," a voice from behind them replied. Both men turned around to find Hawkes and Mac approaching them. "You handled her pretty well, Flack. I honestly thought that she would clamp shut, but you made a pretty nice save there," Mac complemented. Danny's eyes lit up as he glanced over to his friend and found that Flack was forcefully gulping.

He seemed to be nervous, but why? He didn't really have a thing for this girl, did he? The girl was the prime suspect in a murder case for crying out loud. Then again, it wasn't like his own primitive instincts hadn't kicked in the minute he saw her. He was a man after all. But there was something about her that made him wonder. That cold stare of hers, the rage in her eyes, the way she snapped at him. It wasn't at all impossible for her to have killed Devon Mayer. Hell, she could've glared him to death back in the interrogation room. But then again, if he'd been in her position and some detective had been grilling him that way, he would have lost it too. Maybe he should stop assuming things and let the evidence do the talking.

"Danny? Are you still with us?" Sheldon asked grinning. Danny pulled himself back to reality and looked over at Hawkes.

"Yeah, yeah. What did I miss?" The elevator arrived and the foursome stepped on board. "We were just discussing that talk we just had with Niya Hayes. She seemed genuinely surprised to find out Devon is dead," Don filled him in. "Not just that, but she didn't really strike me as a killer. She seemed too composed, too lucid to commit a murder like that. It just doesn't add up," Sheldon added. "Now let's not get ahead of ourselves. Let's focus a little less on what Miss Hayes does and doesn't look like and focus a little more on the evidence," Mac scolded them. Sheldon nodded and just then the elevator doors opened.

The four men got off and continued towards the DNA lab. Once in the lab, they found Jane sitting behind a computer.

"What do you have for us, Doctor?" Mac asked her. Jane's head jerked up at the sudden sound of Mac's voice and she stood up. "I ran the DNA from the semen sample and it will be no surprise it matches your vic's. I also did a profile on the vaginal sample you recovered from the crime scene, even though it was slightly degraded, and ran it through CODIS. And I found a match," Jane stated as she handed Mac a folder.

"The DNA found on the vic's bed doesn't belong to Niya Hayes. It is a match to a Karyn Marshall. She was arrested two years ago for stalking," Mac told the others. "That doesn't prove that Niya didn't kill Devon though. It just means she didn't sleep with him," Danny inferred. "I don't know Danny," Mac responded," but if an obsessive woman like Karyn Marshall was sleeping with Devon Mayer and she saw him with Niya Hayes, that might have ticked her off." Flack turned towards Mac. "You thinking crime of passion?"

Mac sighed and looked at Karyn's picture on the rap sheet in the folder. "I'm not sure what to think of this one just yet. Why don't we bring Miss Marshall in for a chat?"


"Miss Marshall, how well did you know Devon Mayer?" Danny asked the red haired woman in front of him.

"What do you mean 'did'? Why past tense? You don't mean he's dead, right? Oh my God," Karyn gasped and covered her face with her hands. Just like he scanned for a reaction when interrogating Niya, Danny processed Karyn Marshall carefully. Her body language was nothing like Niya's. Niya had seemed strong and sure of herself, but Karyn looked nervous. Very nervous, actually. "Devon Mayer is dead, Karyn," Flack told her. Karyn moved her hands down to her lap and started sobbing hysterically. She was a mess. Flack just couldn't figure out whether it was because she was genuinely upset, if she was conflicted because she had something to do with his death, or if she killed him, didn't care and was just a damn good actress.

"I'm sorry," she sniffled," Devon was my boyfriend. I can't believe he's gone. What am I going to do without him?" Karyn gulped as Danny handed her a tissue. She patted her eyes as she started to calm down.

"How long have you and Devon been together, Miss Marshall?" Flack informed. Karyn frowned as she considered her answer. "About three weeks." Both Flack and Danny furrowed their brows and glanced at one another. Karyn grimaced. "I know what you're thinking. How serious could it have been, right? But our relationship was deep. We were on this level most people don't reach for years. We were meant to be together," She said dreamily. Danny snorted and Flack stared at her dumbfounded.

"Did both of you feel that way?" he asked. "Because it doesn't seem like Devon mentioned having a girlfriend to any of his friends. We found out about you two because we found your DNA in his bed. When is the last time you saw Devon?" Karyn contemplated for a moment before she replied."I think I last saw him a few days ago. I've sort of been avoiding him, you know." Danny squinted. "And why is that?" Karyn glared at him. "Because I was suspecting him of having an affair," she spat.

Flack widened his eyes at that. "You were suspecting him of having an affair three weeks into your relationship? Are you sure you two were on the same page?" Karyn irritably started tapping her nails on the tabletop. "Listen, Devon and I may have had issues, but I loved him," she answered. "So you did love Devon, maybe he didn't love you. You feel betrayed and you kill him. How am I doing so far?" Danny grilled her.

"You're wrong. Devon did love me. I just needed to ensure myself of it." Karyn stated. "And how did you do that?" Don asked while eyeing her suspiciously. "Because I suspected Devon was having an affair, I hired a private investigator to trail him. Listen, I don't know what happened to Dev. But my PI was on his tail, so she may have seen something." Flack leaned over the table. "And do you happen to know the name of that investigator?" he asked her. Karyn looked him dead in the eye and replied.

"It's Hayes. Her name is Niya Hayes."


"That's weird," Niya Hayes mumbled to herself as she turned off the shower," she isn't supposed to be here yet."

She wrapped the towel that she had placed on the sink around herself as she wiped her feet on the bathroom rug. Again there was the persistent ringing of the door bell. "Alright, alright, I'm coming already. Hold your horses, will you?" she snarled under her breath. She made her way to the front door, not even bothering to look through the peep hole first, and swung it wide open.

"You're early…" she started, but her voice died and her eyes widened as she gawked at the two men standing in front of her. They seemed to be as surprised as she was, most likely because of her current choice of attire. "Holy shit," Detective Messer mumbled, while both he and his colleague just stared at her half-naked appearance.

After the initial shock, Niya forced herself to recover. Her gawk disappeared and was replaced by a smirk as she shifted her weight to the left and raised an eyebrow. "Gentlemen, I didn't realize you made house calls. As you can see, I wasn't quite expecting you," she teased the frozen men in front of her. It seemed that Blue Eyes was the first to come to his senses.

"Ehm, yeah, we can see that, Niya. Sorry about that, but we found our last little talk to be… insufficient," he told her with a blank face. Flack was thankful for the fact the she was not a mind reader, otherwise she might have known how much will power it had cost him not to blush madly, let alone produce a coherent sentence. As far as he could tell Danny wasn't quite over the shock just yet. And apparently Niya had realized that too.

"Detective Messer," she started capturing Danny's attention," would you like to come in?" she continued with a suggestive look. Danny started blushing insanely, his eyes shooting frantically between the half-naked girl in front of him and his best friend. Flack did his absolute best to hide his amusement. Niya was teasing Danny and she was clearly enjoying it. But even though watching Messer squirm was extremely entertaining, they were there for some serious business. Not only had the interrogation of Karyn Marshall provided them with some interesting information about the seductive Miss Hayes, he had the feeling that there was something else that Niya hadn't told them yet. Something that could make or break this case.
When he once again focused his attention on the girl in front of him, he met her questioning look.

"Do you guys mind? I'm catching a cold here," she said playfully, causing Don to frown.

"We're not here on a social call Niya," he told her sternly. She nodded and stepped aside, allowing the NYPD detectives to enter. She closed the door behind her, led them to her living room and told them to wait for her there. "Where do you think you're going?" Danny, who had finally found his voice again, inquired.

Niya stood in front of him defiantly and cocked her head to the side. "In case you haven't noticed, I'm not quite dressed for an interrogation. So if you don't mind, I'm going to put on some clothes." Danny opened his mouth to respond, but immediately closed it again. Niya started towards her bedroom and just as she passed Flack, she winked. "I'll be right back boys," she yelled back at them.


Flack honestly had never seen a woman look as alluring as Niya did in her grey sweatpants and plain black tank top. Then again he was positive she could make anything look good. She just sat there at her kitchen table looking gorgeous and waiting for them to start the questioning. Eventually it was Danny who started the session.

"Let me ask you something. What do you do for a living, Niya?" he asked. "I'm what you may call… an observer," she slowly stated, obviously contemplating her response. Flack snickered at her creativity. Danny, however, was not at all amused. "Don't play games here, Toots. I would say that at this point the smartest thing you can do is cooperate." Niya snorted and looked away from him. "Come on, Niya. Work with us here," Flack aided Danny," word has it that you're more than just an observer. You are a PI. And not just any PI, but the one that just so happened to be investigating our victim. I got to admit , Niya, it doesn't look too good for you right about now. What happened? Was he onto you? Threatened to expose you? Enlighten us," the Blue Eyed Detective continued.

Danny kept a close eye on Niya, expecting her to blow up at any time with Flack accusing her like that. When he himself had pressured her that way, she had practically glared him to death, so he figured his friend should better brace himself. But for some strange reason, Niya remained calm and said nothing as she looked at Flack intently.

Don waited for her to respond, but when she didn't he resumed his interrogation. "You know, you had me quite puzzled at first. The fact that you went home with Devon even though you said to have had no intention of sleeping with the guy didn't make sense at all. But now everything falls right into place. While Devon thought you'd be joining him at his place for a little after party, you decided to take advantage of the opportunity and snoop around his apartment for some clues to his supposed affair. My guess is, he caught you, you panicked and you killed him."

Still they got no reaction for their prime suspect. Niya just sat there with a straight face, eyeing Flack carefully. Finally, she sighed deeply and narrowed her eyes at Don. "You don't even believe that yourself," she accused him. Flack furrowed his brows.

"What are you talking about?" Danny asked her. Niya ignored him and kept her attention on Flack. "You yourself don't even believe that I killed Devon. Which is good, because I didn't do it," she said slightly above a whisper. Don walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Then why don't you tell us what did happen. And this time don't leave anything out," he warned. He watched her take a deep breath before starting her story.

"You know what the worst part is about being a personal investigator? It's the fact that most of my clients are complete idiots. About four days ago this girl named Karyn Marshall, who undoubtedly was the one who told you about me, contacted me. She was suspecting Devon Mayer, her boyfriend of three weeks, of having an affair. I mean, get real! She was dating the guy for three lousy weeks. I didn't know either one of them, but I seriously doubted that Devon even knew he was in a 'relationship'. But hey, it is not my job to ask questions, it's my job to answer them. So after tailing him for a day or two, I hooked up with Devon at The Zone and went back to his place for some snooping, as you so eloquently put it." She gave Flack a meaningful look before continuing.

"When we got to his apartment he downed some shots and passed out. I looked around his apartment for a bit, seeing if I could find anything useful, but I didn't. He wasn't cheating. The only thing he could be blamed for was taking me home and I sort manipulated him into doing that. Anyway, that was my cue to get stepping. I got home at about 7am and called Miss Paranoid to tell her I had wrapped up my investigation and told her to meet me here tonight so I could report my findings. But she just said she already knew everything she needed to know. Then the connection got a little fuzzy and she just hung up," Niya concluded her story.

Flack squinted as Danny shot him a quick glance. "Did you just say that the connection got fuzzy?" Danny asked. Niya nodded slowly and gave him a questioning look.

"Niya, I will need to know exactly what it is you heard," he pressed. Niya bit her lip as she tried to recollect the conversation. "I don't know exactly how to describe it, but at first it sounded like I heard the rustling of plastic and after that I heard a crack, almost as if she had broken something. I just figured my call upset her for some reason," she finally stated. Danny stood up and started towards the door with Don right behind him, while Niya's confused eyes trailed them. "Congratulations Niya," Messer said," I think you've had the honor of witnessing the murder of Devon Mayer." Niya's green orbs widened and her jaw dropped as the two detectives stepped out the door. Flack smirked at her.

"Our apologies, Miss Hayes, but we have another house call to make."


Danny eyed the red haired woman sitting across the table, nervously fiddling with her nails. She was busted and she knew it. All there was left for her to do was to tell her story, to explain what had driven her to do what she did. Not that they needed her to, though. The evidence had more than spoken for itself. As soon as he and Flack had left Niya Hayes' apartment, they had paid Karyn Marshall, or Miss Paranoid as Niya had dubbed her, a visit. It had turned out that when Niya said her clients were idiots, she wasn't all that far from the truth. When they had taken Karyn in and searched her apartment, it didn't take them very long to find a black plastic bag and a bloody broken picture frame in the trash can, holding a photoshopped picture of Devon and Karyn. In Danny's opinion the girl was a complete nut job who was clearly obsessed with the vic. Even though he had a pretty good idea of what happened, Messer wanted to hear what happened out of the mouth of Devon's killer.

Suddenly Flack's voice pulled him back to reality. "Care to tell us what happened, Karyn?" he heard Don ask. At first Karyn showed no reaction, but then all of the sudden she snapped.

"If my damn PI had done her job, none of this would have ever happened!" Danny and Flack exchanged glances. "Last night, I went to see Devon. I made him a gift, a picture with the two of us in it. I wanted to prove to him how much I cared, how I felt about us, and then I saw them. I stood across the street from Devon's apartment and through the window I could see the bastard there with another woman. I always knew he was cheating on me. So I waited. I waited until she left and I went upstairs. I had already made a copy of his key, so I let myself in. And he was just lying there as if he didn't have a care in the world. Then that incompetent PI of mine called, telling me she had finished her research and that she want to meet to report to me. But I already knew what she was going to say. And that's when I just lost it. I took out the picture frame and gave the cheating bastard what he deserved," Karyn ended with a smug look on her face.

Flack shook his head. "You are pretty content with yourself, aren't you? But what you don't know is that Devon wasn't cheating. The girl you saw at his apartment? That was your PI doing her job. Snooping around for evidence so that she could report to you," he stated. Karyn's eyes grew watery and her mouth fell open. She gasped and threw her hands to her face as she hysterically started to sob. "I didn't know," she cried," all I wanted was to make sure I was his only one." Danny stood up, walked around the table to cuff her.

"And now you have," Flack retorted," It's just too bad the guy you loved some much had to get killed in the process."


It had been a long day. And Don for one was more than happy it had come to an end. He was walking alongside Danny down the hall on their way to Mac's office to report on solving the Mayer case. As their footsteps echoed throughout the hallway, both men were wrapped in a comfortable silence. Don decided to use this time to reflect on his hectic day.

It had all started off with the turmoil at the precinct that morning. Two officers went at each other over some woman they were apparently both into. That little scene of theirs had caused him to be late for Niya Hayes' interrogation. Niya Hayes. Now there was a girl who had definitely made his day worthwhile. For some odd reason he had been relieved that she didn't turn out to be the one who had killed Devon Mayer. There was just something about that girl. The way she looked at him with those big emerald eyes of hers, that defiant smirk that played across her face. She captured him and he wasn't afraid to admit it.

A smile crept on Flack's face as they passed the elevator and continued along the hall. Behind him he could hear the elevator doors open and the sound of high-pitched footsteps coming towards them.

"Wait up, Blue Eyes," he heard a familiar female voice say.

Both Flack and Danny turned around only to see none other than the amazing Niya Hayes approaching them. Danny cocked an eyebrow. "What are you doing here? We already wrapped up the case," he confusedly asked her. A broad small spread across Niya's face as she answered. "I just wanted to make sure everything turned out alright. It's not every day that I'm considered the prime suspect in a murder case," she said while giving Danny a meaningful look.

Messer shuffled uncomfortably, much too Niya's amusement. "Yeah, about that," he started while looking at her apologetically."No hard feelings right? I mean, I was just doing my job." Niya laughed heartily and briefly placed a hand on Danny's shoulder. "Consider yourself forgiven, Goggles," she teased. Danny let out a relieved sigh and Niya started backing up. Just as she turned to leave, Flack called her back.

"Hold on a second. There is just one thing I can't quite figure out." Niya crossed her arms and smirked as she waited patiently for Don to resume.

"We all know you were at Devon's apartment, but when we processed the scene there wasn't a single piece of evidence that proved you were in there. No hairs, fibers, fingerprints. It was as if you were invisible." Niya snickered before she answered the dark haired man in front of her.

"Do you know what the greatest asset to a PI is? The ability to be become invisible when the occasion calls for it." Flack's laughter echoed though the hallway as Niya turned and moved towards the elevator. "So what happens now?" Danny called to her. "Are you just gonna bleep off our radar again?" She chuckled, while walking towards them again digging in her coat pocket. She fished out two cards and handed one to both of them.

"In case you boys ever require my services," she said as she beamed at the detectives. Just then the elevator arrived and Niya got on. Right before the doors closed she winked. "Why do I have the feeling we will definitely be seeing her again in the near future?" Danny asked smiling and shaking his head. Flack smirked as he started to walk in the direction of Mac's office.

"I don't know Dan-o. All I know is that when we do run into her again, it's gonna be one hell of a meeting."