A/N: Okay, so thank you to all that reviewed and alerted this story. I know I post a lot of stories, then cut them later on, but it's only because I get all excited about writing something then I lose spark for it. This story, however, is gonna be a lot easier to write. Slight M rating for a bit of naughtiness, but not outright smut. Just groping, pretty much.

Chips: Aw, you're so sweet! Thank you for your kind words!

Rain: I had so much fun with that scene and you writing TOF makes it easier for me to write this lol

Is this what love is all about?

Am I getting in too deep?

Wouldn't wanna freak you out

Make you a promise I can't keep

So close your eyes and hum along

And I'll sing you one more love song

If everything is still alright

Why don't you just crash here tonight?

Toby Keith — Crash Here Tonight

"Need a little alcohol to drown your sorrows there, Flack?" Andy the bartender commented as he wiped the inside of a pint glass. Don shrugged, tipping his head back to suck down another shot of whiskey and he slammed the shot glass down on the counter. "She's gotta be a doozy if she's making you drink your fourth shot in an hour."

"Yeah, I guess," he muttered. He wanted to stop thinking about her. He wanted to stop hearing her voice when he was alone. He wanted to forget her. With every shot, her musical laugh died from his ears, her face a little blurrier in his memory. One thing the whiskey couldn't wash off was utter ecstasy of her breath on his skin. After an argument earlier, he needed something to take the edge off. "Hit me again."

Andy shook his bald head, sliding the shot glass away from him. "You're drunk and you need to sleep this off. Want me to call you a cab?" he asked. Don shook his head and stumbled off the bar stool. "You and I both know you can't walk when you're like this."

He didn't want a cab. He wanted Isabella, but she was most likely nuzzling the doctor Denver set her up with.

"I think I should go home," he replied. Don fumbled for his phone and dropped it on the floor. When he tripped to pick it up, he felt a strong hand on his arm. He looked up to see Andy holding on to his arm.

"You're drunk, Flack," Andy stated, helping the younger man to his feet.

"No shit," Don muttered, falling over. "Do me a favor and call me a cab."

The sound of her phone's shrill ringing caught Isabella's attention as she bolted upright in bed. She fumbled along her nightstand until she found the blue flip-phone in her fingertips. She snatched it up with irritation after squinting at the alarm clock on her nightstand. 2:13 glared back at her in blood-red digital numbers. Don's name flashed on the mini-screen on the phone.

"You'd better have a damn good explanation for calling me at two o'clock in the fucking morning," she growled sleepily.

"Um, do I have the right number? I'm calling for a cab," a completely different voice said. It was a man's voice, but the man wasn't Don. Isabella bolted upright in bed, rubbing her eyes furiously. Had she imagined Don's name on her phone? She pulled her phone away from her face to see his name and number on the screen.

"No, this is Detective Isabella Pacino. Why are you calling from Flack's number?" she asked. Her sleepiness dissipated slightly and she was more coherent.

"Oh, I accidentally pressed the wrong number in his contact list. Sorry about that, Detective," the man apologized.

"Is something wrong with Flack?" she queried, raking her dark hair out of her face. She heard Denver roll over next to her and she glanced down. After a bad fight with Danny, the two had burrowed under her covers for an impromptu girls' night and had fallen asleep.

"He's at Sullivan's and he's had something of a rough time," the voice answered. Now that Isabella was more coherent, she recognized Andy the bartender.

"I'll scoop him up and take him home. Thanks for calling me, Andy," she told him and hung up the phone. She slid out from under her covers and slipped off her navy blue sweatpants off. She scrounged around on the floor for her jeans and found them halfway under her bed. She pulled them over her hips and buttoned them, zipping up the fly. "Den, I'm gonna be back later." She grabbed her black blazer and red ballet flats and slid them on, walking out the door.

If her best friend heard, she didn't say a thing.

Isabella opened the door to the bar about twenty minutes later and immediately scanned the room for her former lover. She saw Andy standing near a room that led to the back and nodded to him. Andy was a good man and he often did things like this for his customers. "You have something that might belong to me?" she uttered, placing her hands on her hips.

Andy gestured with a nod to the door. Isabella followed him to see Don sprawled out on one of the ratty couches with his head tilted back and snoring louder than a freight train. "Good luck," he told her.

She smirked in thanks and sat down near Don's head. "Donnie, wake up," she murmured, shaking him gently. Isabella patted his cheek until his eyes opened, bloodshot and weary. "Welcome back to the land of the awake, Sleeping Beauty," she said.

"What the hell are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at home, snuggled up with your boyfriend?" he spat.

"Well, I was at home, snuggled up in my bed with Denver because she had a fight with her boyfriend until I got a call saying you were having a rough time. I took it upon myself to get you home," she replied. She had grown used to his scathing words while drinking, particularly if he was angry with her. "Come on, I've got a cab waiting for us outside. I'll get you home and get something in you so you won't get hung over."

She felt his face under her breasts, nudging them teasingly with his mouth. "I'd like to get you home and get something in you," he commented. Isabella rolled her eyes to the ceiling.

"I'm sure you would," she replied patiently, shifting her body so his head was laying in her lap. He sat up, albeit sluggishly, and slumped over on her, his warm breath tickling her neck.

"Come on, baby, just one more time for old times' sake?" he murmured against her flesh. His hand slid up her stomach and found her breast, squeezing it gently. She had to bite her lip to keep her wits about her. "It'll just be between us. That doctor of yours won't even have to know."

"I went out with Rory once, he's not my boyfriend," she managed to say once she was able to think clearly. Don wasn't in his right state of mind, but his hands were doing things to her that were edging her out of hers. "Look, you're drunk. I'm going to take you home, get you hydrated so you're not hung over, then I'm going home."

Isabella moved his hand off her breast and turned her head from his wandering mouth. She shivered visibly and kicked herself inwardly when she felt him smile against her skin. "We're leaving now."

When they reached his apartment, it was a chore getting him focused. A drunk Don was one that was all hands. Isabella forced herself to keep herself in check against his advances. She wanted to give in to his kisses and caresses and murmured apologies.

"I'm sorry," he said again as she helped him in his bed.

"You've apologized all over yourself enough," she told him.

"Acting like an ass probably won't get me you," he remarked. "Thanks for getting me, though."

"You're welcome," she replied with a smile. He looked like he was about to say something, but he shut his mouth, his blue eyes glazed with exhaustion and bloodshot from the effects of alcohol. "What's wrong?"

"Stay here with me tonight," he requested. She sighed and glanced at the nightstand. It was nearly five in the morning. "It won't mean anything."

Yes, it will, she wanted to protest. Instead, she slipped off her flats and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Scoot over," she said.

Last night had hazy memories and thinking about it made Don's head hurt. The light pierced his eyes and he screwed up his face against it. Someone moved next to him and his heart dropped to his stomach. He turned over to see a head of dark hair on the pillow next to him. He smoothed a lock of it out of the woman's face to see a familiar face and breathed in relief. It was just Isabella.

Wait.

What the hell happened last night? Bolting upright was the opposite of helpful because it felt like a dozen elves were playing with jack hammers in his head. Don groaned in pain and gritted his teeth. He glanced down to see he was fully dressed. They hadn't slept together last night, so that was good.

"Don, quit making noise," Isabella murmured sleepily next to him. "I've only had about four hours of sleep and I'm not ready to cut myself off."

She had stayed overnight with him. Don stared at her in dumbfounded awe. What the hell did he say to convince her?

"What happened last night?" he asked her. Her head lifted and he saw her makeup-less face, her dark hair in disarray. She looked almost childlike without the gimmicks of cosmetics. He smoothed the locks out of her pretty face and saw the dark circles starting to mark her pale skin.

"You got drunk and passed out in Sullivan's. Andy called me accidentally while trying to get a cab and I brought you back here. I was almost delirious and you asked me to stay, so I did," she replied, rubbing her eyes.

He knew his drunk self. If he was trying to forget Isabella, he would have said lots of rude things.

"Did I do anything or say anything that I normally wouldn't say?" he queried. He braced himself for the answer. She looked reluctant for a moment and that answered his question. "How bad?"

"You groped me a few times and tried to get me to sleep with you 'for old times' sake'," she answered. Don slapped his forehead and winced at the pain from the action. "You were drunk, it's fine."

"I am so sorry," he declared, falling back on his pillow. "I feel horrible."

"You're not responsible for the things you do when you're drunk," she assured him. He watched her slide out of the bed, his eyes on the grey boy-shorts that hugged the curve of her firm ass. "I'll get you some water and some aspirin, but then I gotta go home."

"Isabella," he called. She looked at him over her shoulder as she pulled her dark wash jeans back on. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," she replied.