HERE'S CHAPTER 2! I ONLY OWN SAM.
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CHAPTER 2: Can This Day Get Any Worse?
The next morning Sam awoke to her cell blaring. Groaning she rolled over and reached across Flack, grabbing her iPhone off the night stand. She busted her old blackberry 8 months ago. Luckily Don still had his, so at least they weren't getting phones mixed up anymore.
"Ugh Dawson." Sam groaned, her free arm over her eyes.
"That's not a very cheerful greeting Alberta!" Came from the other end of the line.
"What do you want Danny? I was trying to sleep."Sam sighed getting up off the bed.
"Aww did Flack keep you up all night?" Danny asked.
"Something like that." Sam yawned grabbing Don's white button up shirt off the floor, and slipping it over her shoulders.
"Who is it?" Came from under the covers.
"Just the pain in the ass." Sam replied fiddling with the last button on the shirt.
"Oh. Hi Danny." Don mumbled burring his face in his pillow.
Sam laughed as she left the room so Don could sleep.
"Now what'd ya want?" Sam asked flopping on her couch beside Buick.
"What I can't call a friend?" Danny said innocently.
"At 5:30 in the morning. No." Sam replied scratching Buick's head.
"Aww that hurts Alberta!" Danny exclaimed.
"Good! Now did you call for a reason? If not I'm going back to bed." Sam threatened.
"Mac wants you in for the 7 am shift." Danny said.
"Okay thanks Danny, I guess I'd better get ready."
"See ya Alberta."
Sam pressed end call and set her cell on the coffee table. She groaned, so much for going back to bed. It took her 30 minutes to get there, that only gave her an hour to eat, shower, get ready and drag Flack's ass out of bed for his own shift. The man was NOT a morning person. Sam got up, much to the disgust of Buick, she headed into the kitchen. She hit the "on" button for the coffee, while it brewed she feed and watered Buick. She then began rooting around in the fridge for something edible. All she found was cold pizza from a few nights ago, it would have to do until she went and got groceries.
"How is it you eat better than me?" Sam asked looking down at Buick.
Sam turned when she heard the coffee maker beep, indicating the coffee was done. Sam reached into the cupboard grabbing two cups, she filled them both. She put some Coffee Mate and cream into hers and left Don's black like normal. She then grabbed both and padded back into the bedroom. Sam grinned at Don, he had fallen asleep again, one arm hanging off the bed, the sheet tangled tightly around him from the waist down.
"Don." Sam said setting the coffee down on the side table as shaking his shoulder gently.
"Mmm. Go way." Don muttered.
"Come on tough guy we both gotta get to work."
"Five minutes. He mumbled into the pillow.
"No. Now." Sam grinned trying to untangle the sheets from his body.
Don groaned into his pillow.
"Come one when you get home tonight I'll make it worth it." Sam said hoping that would get him up.
Don glanced at her with his ice blue eyes.
"Why not now?" He asked grabbing Sam around the middle, pulling her onto him so she was straddling his hips.
Sam leaned down and kissed Don long and soft, before pulling away for air.
"I would love to but I have work in..." She grabbed Don's right wrist "Shit half an hour!"
Sam quickly climbed off Don, her foot getting caught in the sheets. Sam tumbled to floor. Don laughed grabbing his boxer briefs off the floor and putting them on.
"Shut up its not funny!" Sam exclaimed "Fuck!" Sam felt blood on her chin.
Sam sat back on her haunches, her chin hurt like a bitch.
"Damn." Flack muttered when he realized Sam was bleeding.
He crouched down in front of her.
"Lemme see." He said, Sam lifted her head so Flack could see.
"Aww damn, that's bleeding pretty bad."
"Ya think?" Sam exclaimed tears clouding her vision.
"Stay there." Don ordered, he got up and went into the bathroom, coming back less than a minute later with the First Aid Kit and an old towel.
Flack gently pressed the towel to the bottom of Sam's chin.
"Ow!" Sam grimaced.
"Sorry." Don said "Damn that's gonna need stitches."
"Great just fucking great! I'm already late for work!" Sam exclaimed.
"Isn't the Doc on shift?" Flack asked.
"No not till this afternoon." Sam replied as she moved to bed "Sid's there though."
"Okay I'm driving you to the lab and get Sid to give ya stitches."
Sam nodded, there was not use arguing with him.
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"What on earth did you do to yourself?" Sid asked as he stitched the underside of Sam's chin up.
"I fell off my bed." Sam said sheepishly.
"Would Detective Flack have anything to do with you falling off your bed?" Sid asked.
"No!" Sam exclaimed blushing.
"Then why are you at work wearing a shirt that clearly isn't yours."
Sam glanced down momentarily at Don's shit. It already had blood on it so she just put on a bra, under and jeans and had grabbed a t-shirt on her way out the door. Sam groaned she knew she was busted.
"I may have been born at night but it wasn't-"
"-last night" Sam finished "I know."
"There ya go done." Sid said grinning.
"Thank you Sid." Sam said "See ya later."
Sam left the morgue and came face to face with Stella Bonasara. The older women took in the younger women's appearance.
"What happened to you?" Stella asked following Sam down the hall.
"Sid had to give me a couple of stitches." Sam explained.
"Oh no! What happened?"
"I fell outta bed this morning and busted the bottom of my chin open. Remind me never to get within grabbing distance of Don when I wake him up."
Stella stopped and grinned at the young CSI.
"What!" Sam exclaimed.
"Explain in greater detail." Stella said still grinning.
"Ugh fine!" Sam knew she wasn't getting out of it "Don grabbed me this morning and-" Sam paused looking at Stella "Long story short my foot got caught in the sheets when I tried to get up."
"Kinky way to start the morning." Stella grinned as they stepped into the elevator.
Sam glared at Stella before hitting the stop button on the elevator. Sam quickly pulled off Don's shirt and grabbed her own from her messenger bag and slipping it over her head. She stuffed Don's shirt into the bag and hit the stop button on the elevator again to get it moving.
"What you don't want to walk into the Crime Lab wearing Don't shirt with blood on it?" Stella asked.
"Not particularly." Sam replied leaning against the wall of the elevator.
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"ADAM!" Same exclaimed "Your rambling again!"
Sam was stuck in the lab today, Don and his over protectiveness told Mac what happened that morning and Mac stuck her in the lab.
"Sorry."
"It's okay just a bit annoying." Sam said shoving her now dead iPod in her pocket "I'm going for lunch want any?"
"No thanks." Adam said.
"Okay suit yourself." Sam said as she left the room.
As Sam walked down the street towards the local coffee shop she cursed Flack's over protectiveness, it drove her nuts. She stopped at the lights a few buildings down from Flacks precinct waiting to cross the street. Jumping when she felt two arms circle her waist, spinning around she came face to face with none other than Don Flack.
"Didn't you mother teach you never to sneak up on a women who carries a gun?" Sam asked letting go off her glock.
"Yea. But my mother also told me to never date co-workers and look how well I listened." Don said standing beside Sam.
Sam grinned and looked up at Flack, slipping her hand into his. She never could stay mad at him for long.
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