A/N This is a filler chapter, it's not great, bear with me.


Flack stretched back in his chair, cracking the fingers of his left hand. The pile of case reports in front of him didn't appear to be getting any smaller. He let out a sigh and tossed his pen on to his desk. Paper work was boring without Jess there to laugh at his untidy scrawl, or to grab him a cup of coffee when he began to nod off. Especially when they would get enough privacy for her to trail her fingers across his tired shoulders, or along his leg...

"Flack!"

"Huh? Yes Captain?"

"Daydreaming?"

"No Sir, just giving my hand a break."

"And your ears too, apparently."

Flack frowned. "I must be going deaf, old age."

"Flack, I'm kidding. Anyway, to the point, have you any idea where Angell is? Her shift started an hour ago."

Don bit his lip. "Yeah, I just phoned her for information on an old case. That cold really took it out of her; she said she only woke up a half hour ago."

Davis cocked and eyebrow. "She told me it was a stomach bug she has."

Flack pulled a face. "Right, yeah..."

He was saved by a familiar voice. "I'm sorry I'm late Captain. My stupid watch stopped and Midtown traffic is a killer at the minute," Jess said in one breath.

Davis shot Flack a look before turning to Jess. "All right Angell. I presume you're better now?"

Jess nodded. "Yes Sir. I got over it pretty quick."

"OK, well I've got nothing new for either of you at the moment. Back to good old paperwork," Davis called, as he walked back towards his office.

"You saved my ass there," Flack said, shaking his head.

"Yeah, as you were badly trying to save mine," Jess grinned.

"Hey in fairness I didn't even know what was wrong with you."

Jess shrugged. "It was just a stomach bug or something. But I'm fine now," she replied innocently.

Flack watched her for a moment. "You sure?"

Jess opened her mouth to respond when Davis appeared out of his office again.

"It seems I spoke too soon. Flack we got a DB in Central Park, I want you to head out. Angell, Mac called about a lead on the Gibson case, he needs you over at the lab now."

Jess slid off Flack's desk. "I guess I'll talk to you later."

Flack shoved his remaining case files into a drawer. "Only if I ever manage to get these finished," he muttered grumpily.

Jess smiled and squeezed his hand conspicuously before setting off towards the lab. Flack couldn't help smiling as he grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair and headed in the opposite direction to get to his car.