Hey...I'm new- go easy on me!

This is a flashback-type thing. This is not present day, but a bit of background as to how Elizabeth Saver (who I created) and Flack know each other/form a friendship/relationship.

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Elizabeth was called to work late one afternoon along Madison, near West 36th. As she got closer to the scene, she noticed Flack speaking to another police officer, below him lay a body of a women. She got closer and ducked under the crime scene tape. She approached the body, setting down her kit. The women looked no older than 30 and was clearly shot in the chest. Elizabeth put on gloves, crouched down and gently lifted the women to check for a through and through shot. Luckily, the bullet was still inside the women and would hopefully prove to be useful. She turned to grab an evidence bag out of her kit, as Don walked towards Elizabeth and the body.

"Hey. No ID on her yet. She wasn't carrying a purse, so I'm guessing robbery."

Elizabeth nodded, glancing around the street. "Yeah, what woman doesn't carry a purse."

"She was carrying this necklace however." Don knelt down on the other side of the body and pointed to a necklace clutched in the woman's left hand. Elizabeth reached over and slid the necklace out of her hand.

"Oh. My God," Elizabeth said, running her gloved fingers over the diamond heart pendant.

"Yeah, pretty fancy."

"Fancy alright. This is a David Fenton Limited Edition Diamond Heart Eternity necklace," Elizabeth retorted, her eyes still wide.

Flack raised an eyebrow, in shock. "I didn't take you for someone who knows an awful lot about high-priced jewelery."

Elizabeth smiled. "Yeah, I walk past David Fenton Jewelers everyday on my way to work. This necklace is in the window, it practically blinds me every time. I secretly want one of these," she said, lowering her voice and looking at the necklace one last time before placing it in an evidence bag.

Don smirked. "What, that boyfriend of yours, Saver, not good to you?"

Elizabeth stopped, the evidence bag half way sealed. She blinked several times, looking at the ground. "I…don't have a boyfriend," she told him, slowly, still looking down.

"Oh," Don replied, and Elizabeth wasn't sure of he was purely surprised or just pretending.

Elizabeth stood up after placing the sealed bag in her kit. She tugged at the hem of her shirt, a nervous reaction. "Why would you think I had a boyfriend?"

"I don't know," Don stammered a little. "I just thought you did."

Elizabeth smiled, nervous, but confused. "Really? Wait. Was that your stupid way of finding out of I had a boyfriend?" Don bit the inside of his cheek, and Elizabeth caught this act of restraint and smiled at him. "'Cause you musta known that I didn't."

Don shrugged his shoulders. Elizabeth couldn't let this go. "Did you really think that I did?"

"I thought," Don began, "how could you not?"

Elizabeth scoffed. "You liar! Stop…being so nice…you, nice…person. You." Don laughed, and Elizabeth laughed back.

Mac, who appeared out of nowhere, set his kit down with authority. "Is there something funny about this crime scene?" Elizabeth's and Don's laughter faded into smiles, which quickly turned into the straight, professional faces of detectives who where there to do a job.