"So you got plans tomorrow?" Don asked as he and Lindsay walked back towards the car.

"Yep."

"Oh."

She smiled at the sad look on his face that he was trying so hard to hide. "You could join me, though."

He raised his eyebrows as his smile came back. "Yeah? What've ya got planned?"

Lindsay shrugged. "A lazy day of movies."

Flack nodded. "That sounds great."

She stopped and turned to face him. "I have some rules, though."

"Okay."

"One, you have to come in comfy clothes. No jeans or suits allowed."

Flack chuckled. "I can do that."

"And two...you have to bring pizza and beer."

"Pizza and beer, huh?" he asked, grinning. "This is startin' to sound like a date, Monroe."

Lindsay shrugged and started walking again. "it is," she threw over her shoulder.

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Flack showed up at noon the next day, with a six pack of beer and a large pizza from Famiglia's. Lindsay smiled when she opened the door, taking in his running pants and t-shirt.

"Comfy clothes," he explained.

"Good. Otherwise I'd have to take the food and beer and leave you outside."

He shook his head and laughed as he stepped into her apartment. "You're really strict about those rules, huh?"

"You have no idea."

Settling on her couch, they sat close, their bodies just barely touching. They went through a string of movies, all the while laughing and talking. When the credits rolled after The Fugitive, Don looked over at her.

"So whatta we do for dinner?"

"I suppose I could cook."

Flack raised an eyebrow. "You cook now?"

Lindsay frowned. "No."

"Then let me."

He moved into her kitchen with the practiced ease of someone who had been there many times before. Lindsay followed him, watching with a smile as he started to make dinner.

"Messer knows," he said suddenly.

"What?"

He shrugged uncomfortably. "About us. He was askin' me all these questions, and I just got sick of lyin' to him, Linds."

She smiled, hopping up on the counter. "It's okay, Don."

"Really?"

Lindsay nodded. "It wasn't that I didn't want anyone to know about us. I just...I wanted to stay professional. And...I wanted to make sure this was something serious before we told people."

Flack stopped what he was doing and moved to stand between her legs.

"And are you sure now?" he asked quietly, his eyes searching hers.

She smiled, kissing him softly. "I'm sure."

He kissed her again, tilting his head as he took it deeper, his fingers tangling in her hair.

"Happy anniversary," he murmured.

Lindsay grinned as she kissed him back. "Happy anniversary."