Remember

Donald Flack Jr. was stuck in traffic, not unusual for him and especially not unusual for New York; but he was still annoyed all the same. He opened his car door, popped his head out of the top crease and strained to see if there was any movement. None. Shit he said to himself slamming the door and getting back into his car. Flack rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock stuck in his car dashboard, it read 12:35, he sighed and took a sip of his once hot coffee. He rubbed his forehead, he was cutting it close. Leaning deeply into his car seat, he folded his and his eyes started to shut. The angry honking sounds of the people around his soon faded to peace and quiet.

"Donnie!" he could hear her voice getting closer to his hiding spot, but the 11 year-old boy did not move an inch, "Donnie J, where are you?" the boy heard his mother gently walk past him. So he made a mad dash for the door. Donnie jumped from the overgrown hedge and leaped over a lawn gnome. "Run Donnie run!" his big sister, Liz was yelling with all her might, her pony tailed brown hair was waiving along with her frantic body motions. His younger brother, Johnny was hoisting their youngest sister Sam on his shoulders so she could see the action taking place. Donnie smiled, he was so close to home base, he could win the game, straining and stretching his fingers he thought he felt the sudden stop of the door; instead he felt his mothers arms wrap around him, she lifted him up and swung him around. "Gotcha, you cant escape from me little boy!" she was giving him raspberries on his neck as they continued to twirl. "Mom!" the boy giggled, "Let me down" they had both been tackled on the ground by Johnny, who had pinned down their mother's left arm, Don lifted his head and noticed that Liz was on the right and Sam by her feet. "We've got you now!" Liz shouted, tickling their mother's armpits. "Oh no, Ive been captured by a band of hooligans! Help! Help me!" Grace's head rose and she instantly got a cheeky smile on her face, her tone dropped a little, "If only my Prince Charming was here to save me! Oh what will I do!" All of the Flack siblings were giggling at there accomplishment, after they had all looked at around and congratulated each other silently for a valiant victory two giant strong arms grabbed the 11 year-old boy by the armpits, twisted him around and hung him upside down. The boy was shaken so were the other children until they realized it was their father. "Don't panic my Princess! I have come to save you from these traitors!" He placed Donnie back on his feet, and made feeble attempts at grabbing the other's as they all scattered inside for dinner. Donnie had been the last one inside because his brother shoved him back. He looked through the screen door and watched as his father graciously held out a hand for his mother. "My Lady" He said bowing. She blushed, fixed her hair, and curtsied at his gesture. With a shriek he swept her off of her feet and kissed her passionately. Donald Flack Sr. then preceded to carry his wife into the house, when the couple got to their first born son, the man put his wife down and blew her a kiss, as she rushed in to help the children prepare for dinner she gently caressed Donnie's face. Don Sr. placed a hand on his sons shoulder and rubbed it, Donnie looked up and they smiled at each other.

HONK! Don jolted awake and spilled his cold coffee on him. He wiped his face and gathered his thoughts. There were no longer any cars in front of him, but plenty behind him. He adjusted his now damp pants, re-did his seatbelt and gave a wave to the car behind him "Jack ass" he muttered as he put the car in gear and headed off. He looked down at the clock still half asleep 12:58. He chuckled a little and wondered how long he has been blocking the road. Flack rested his left arm on his driver side door while driving and thought about his dream, and smiled. He used to love those warm summer days, when his siblings and parents would play with each other, even his dad would join in when he got home from work. Don loved his father when he was young. He looked to official and important in his blue NYPD uniform, his badge was always shiny, and his hat always on straight.

Flack shook his head again as he heard his phone ring.

"Flack"

"Hey Don, whats up?" Danny Messer's casual tone made Don laugh.

"Nothin, just goin for... a drive. What about you? Do you and Linds have anything planned for today?" Flack was sure that on their day off Danny and Lindsey were going to take Lucy to the park or something.

"Yeah, Lindsey wants to take her to the park," Flack chuckled and wished he had bet Danny on what he was going to do today; Danny did not sound to impressed," But thats when I told her why don't I and her pal Flack take Lucy to her first baseball game?" The hope in Danny's voice was so clear Flack thought his phone was glowing. But Don just laughed and shook his head.

"Sorry Messer, I can't I gotta go run errands today, you know your not the only one with a day off!"

"Ah shit," Flack heard Danny slap his head with his hand, "are you sure? I mean there good seats?"

"Sorry, maybe next time?"

"Well maybe next time I wont feel like it Flack!" Danny just laughed, " Alright I'll see you at work on Monday, have a great weekend" Don chuckled and put his phone back into his pocket. When he pulled up to his sister's house he noticed that she was standing at her window. He waved and she just laughed. He drove the car to the curb, parked it and got out. He walked up the steps and pushed the button labeled Flack.

"Hello? Whose there?" Don just smiled, Liz was always a smart ass.

"Hello, this is Detective Donald Flack from NYPD and we have some questions for a Miss Elizabeth Flack, is she in?"

"Hmm, let me check" There was a short pause, "she wants to know what this is concerning?"

Flack sighed and then smiled "Its concerning the night of August 11, 1993. We have here that one Georgiana Puccini reported that she saw you destroying her..." Flack was cut off by the buzzer of a come in. He laughed and opened the front door to her building. He climbed the three flights of stairs to the third floor apartment door that read C45. He knocked once and then the door swung open.

"You asshole!" His big sister said punching him in the right arm, "You promised to never talk about that again!" She folded her arms, tried to look mad then smiled. She opened the door wider and gestured for him to come in.