A/N: Hey guys, I'm back with a new story. I'm still working on You Belong with Me and I've been writing bits and pieces for a sequel to Speak Now. Those have both hit a bit of a road block right now. This, however, has nothing to do with either of those and features a completely new OC. Title comes from a song from Needtobreathe, so credit goes to them.

Disclaimer: I only own the OCs. CBS owns CSI: NY.

The annual Police- Fire hockey game was something Don looked forward to every year. And this year was no exception. The afternoon game at Madison Square Garden was always followed by a nice dinner thrown by the Rangers offices, all proceeds donated to the newly named Garden of Dreams Foundation.

Don had the same routine every year: play the game, head home to shower and change, and then show up at the dinner feeling refreshed. This year was no different.

After scoring the winning goal (and accepting the celebratory gestures that followed afterwards on the ice and in the locker room), he had made his way home to shower, before changing into a clean suit and tie and heading back to MSG.

It was outside the arena that his customary schedule changed. Upon stepping out of the cab, his eyes had locked onto a commotion occurring right in front of the doors and he stepped in to intervene. "Is everything ok?"

"Everything's fine!" The man in front of him was big and bulky and was tightly holding onto his companion's wrist. His companion, a much shorter and smaller brunette was trying to yank her arm away and turned toward Don.

"No, everything's not fine!" The woman spat at him.

"Alex, baby, what happened between us?"

"What happened?" 'Alex's' jaw dropped. "You fucking cheated on me, that's what happened. And something's sure as hell going to happen to you if you don't drop my arm and stay far, far away from me. For good!"

The man's eyes narrowed. "You little—"

Don cut him off. "Look, I'm not sure who you are, but you're pissin' me off right now. Get outta here and leave her alone, or you can spend the night in lock up. It's your choice."

The man looked directly at Don, clearly trying to see if he was bluffing. Upon deciding he wasn't, he let go of his companion's arm and shot her a lingering glare before stalking off angrily.

"Thanks," The brunette closed her eyes and leaned against the door, giving Don the time to give her a good look. Her hair was a lighter brown, with hints of natural blonde mixed in, and her skin had the definite Mediterranean olive tint to it. The tight navy blue dress she wore accentuated her curves and even in her heels, her eye level was at his chin, at most. "I really appreciate that,"

"It was no problem," Don told her, watching as she opened her eyes again and stood up straight.

"I guess we should go inside." She said, checking the time on her phone. "Are you here for the Garden of Dreams dinner?"

Don nodded. "I'm assuming you are too, dressed like that,"

She laughed as they walked through the doors and into the lobby of the clubhouse. "Good observation." She teased. "You oughta be a detective,"

He cracked a grin. "Already am; guess I'm in the right career then."

Her gray eyes widened and she bit her lip as she hit the 'up' button for the elevator. "Well this is awkward,"

Don shrugged, his eyes sparkling. "Eh, only a little," She smiled. "How about you? You police or fire?"

"Excuse me?" She looked confused.

"NYPD or FDNY," He clarified, though only slightly it seemed because she looked confused. "Police-fire hockey game? Always followed by a charity dinner?"

"Oh," She looked relived. "Oh no. I'm not with either. I work for Garden of Dreams. I plan events and pick charities. Schmooze money. I do the PR stuff and make the players look good."

Don laughed as the elevator dinged open. "Wow you talk ridiculously fast,"

She blushed a little, laughing as she pushed the button for the conference rooms. "I know; that's not the first time I've heard that before,"

"Oh I'm sure it's not," Don teased. "In fact, I'd be willing to bet someone else tells you that by the end of the night."

"Willing to bet?" She raised her eyebrows. "That sounds like a challenge. What's the wager?"

Don grinned. "You win and I get to take you out to dinner,"

"You don't even know my name and you want to take me out to dinner?" She grimaced. "Ohh, you just lost some points there,"

"Alex,"

"Excuse me?"

"That's your name. Alex."

Her gray eyes narrowed in confusion before widening again in understanding. "That's cheating,"

"Being resourceful,"

"To-may-toe, to-mah-toe," She waved it off. "I think you owe me your name,"

"I think you'll just have to guess," He teased.

Alex shrugged. "I'll just wait until we get off the elevator. You have to give your name to the hostess,"

"Cheating," He said.

"Resourceful," She countered.

"Don," He said with a smile.

Alex returned the smile. "Well Don, what if you win?"

He paused, looking into her eyes, ready to gage her reaction. "I win and you give me a kiss."

"Deal." Alex said. "But no telling someone to tell me that I talk to fast. It's gotta be someone who legitimately thinks I talk fast. So no hints, no whispered words while my back is turned, none of that shit. Fair play only,"

"Deal,"

And that was how Don Flack ended up clearing his next Friday night to take Alex Miuccio out to dinner.

A/N: So it's not very long and we really didn't learn much of anything about anyone but what do we think so far?