Flack was at the sports pub with Danny, Sheldon, Mac, and Adam, sort of celebrating Sheldon's birthday, but mainly watching reruns of past Rangers games. It was Flack's first night off since he visited Alana two weeks ago. He was rather surprised how well he got along with her, once he stopped thinking so poorly of her. Yeah, he still called her Princess, but it was more of a pet name now than used to annoy her. Being friends with her even made work seem more tolerable. Then again, Danny and Stella made it their life's mission to get Flack to "confess" his feelings about Alana. Flack always disappoints them. He wasn't sure how he felt about Alana. On top of that, if he did like her, would she be considered a rebound or an actual girlfriend? He was never quite sure on those things. Danny said his random flings were his rebounds. He hadn't asked Stella her opinion on it, but he figured he would be interrogated to no end and he had a soft spot for Stella, so he'd spill quickly. Danny pinched his arm, trying to get Flack to focus again.

"Have you gotten a date for the Commissioner's ball yet?" Flack shook his head at Mac and Sheldon smirked.

"Waiting to ask a certain gal?"

"No." Pretty much everyone at the table rolled their eyes as Flack felt his phone go off.

Alana had been cleaning her apartment all afternoon and finally sat down on her couch, sighing. Lindsay and Stella were going to be arriving soon for their Girls' Night In and Alana hadn't even begun to cook. She grabbed her purse, heading out the door to stop by the corner deli. As she walked out of the apartment complex, she could feel someone watching her. Every time she turned around, no one was there. She tried shaking it off, thinking it was just her nerves. She got in line at the deli and her fears were confirmed when she saw Connors walk in. She put her hood up on her hoodie, hoping to god that he didn't spot her. It worked. She got the sandwiches she needed and walked out the door, heading back to her place. However, when she turned around again when she got in front of the building, she recognized the car again. She ran inside, looking out her window to see who it was. They weren't in the car. She let out a breath.

"Man, I got to stop watching these horror flicks." She heard a knock at her door and her breath literally disappeared. She looked in her peep hole and grab her phone. He had saw her.

"Flack."

"Don?" He heard her whisper. He sat up straighter, not liking the tone of her voice.

"What's the matter?"

"Connors has been following me and he's now standing outside my door." Everyone was staring at Flack as he stood up.

"Stay where you are. I'm on my way."

"Just hurry because he's looking really-" He heard a loud crash and Alana screaming. Flack ran out of the bar, with everyone on his tail. He was only a couple blocks from her place, so he just ran, praying that he would get there in time.

Alana dropped her cell phone, her reflexes being a bit delayed as the intruder entered her apartment. Connors was making a beeline towards her and she finally started to back up, trying to get to her bedroom where her gun was. Instead, she tripped on the rug and was slammed and pinned against her wall, by her throat. Connors had this evil look in his eyes as his laugh filled her ears, as she struggled to breathe.

"Did you really think you could get away with making a fool out of me?!?!"

"I...I.." She tried to speak, but he was slowly cutting off her trachea.

"Most bitches would just let me do what I want so I would go away. Instead you decided to humiliate me and make me lose my job." Her hands were trying to pry him off her, but he was stronger than she thought. He suddenly threw her across the room, her back crashing into her bookcase and she slid down, trying to catch her breath. Connors started to kick her, making her fall back on the ground, praying for dear life that Flack would get here before she was dead.

"No one makes a fool out of me." She heard the venom in his voice before he kicked her head, knocking her out.

Flack saw her building as he finally ran down the last block. He could see Lindsay and Stella pulling up as he came to a stop.

"Why...are we...running?" Flack looked at Adam who was struggling for breath. The girls looked at him, confused as to why they are all here.

"Lindsay, call for a bus. Stella, call for back up. Connors has been stalking Alana and he's got her now. I gotta get in there." He ran up the stairs, with Danny and Mac behind him. He could hear some moaning coming from her apartment as he slowly walked in. Danny accidently made the floor creak and all the sudden, the moaning stopped. Flack could see Connors standing up, his back to the door, fixing his pants and heading towards them. He never felt more disgusted and he was now even more worried about Alana. As soon as he knew Connors was about to spot them, he raised his gun.

"NYPD! DROP YOUR WEAPON!"

"Ahh, good ole' Flack. Ya know, I gotta say buddy, I see why you didn't want anyone near her. She's a firecracker." Flack was getting angrier by the minute as he saw Mac and Danny enter the apartment through the window. Mac was getting ready to put his gun up to Connors's head and Danny was checking Alana out.

"SHUT THE HELL UP AND DROP THE GUN!"

"Hmmm...nope." Mac put his gun against Connors's head and cocked it.

"I'd do as he says." He was him lower the gun to the ground as Mac cuffed him. Flack ran over to Alana, seeing her all bruised up, cut up, and worse of all, her clothes destroyed. He covered her with a blanket, pulling her closer to him. Danny brought the medics over as they too her from Flack. His heart sunk a mile. It was like he was reliving Angell's death again. He ran down to the ambulance, climbing in and holding her hand as they rode to the hospital. He couldn't bring himself to let go of her hand as they rolled her into the ER. He sat down, his head in his hands.

Two hours soon turned into seven as he sat in the waiting room, to hear about her surgery. No one had come out to talk to him and he was getting anxious. He was watching the rain fall down, looking out at the city streets. Everything out there continued as usual, while in here, it all slowed down. Commissioner Cahill was sitting in one of the chairs, drinking his coffee as Mac informed him of what happened. Flack rubbed his neck, trying to relieve some of the tension from it.

" Are you here about Miss Cahill?" Flack walked up to the doctor at the same time as Commissioner Cahill did.

"Yes, we are. Is my daughter alright?"

"She's fine. She's lucky that her injuries weren't overly severe. The surgery went great and if all goes well, she can go home in a week or so. She's back in her room now, resting. I suggest one person at a time." The doctor walked off as Mac walked over.

"I have to get going. Give Alana my love and I shall see her later." Flack nodded, watching Mac leave. He turned to see the Commissioner gone. He sat back down and sighed. He didn't care if he missed the whole day of work, he needed to see Alana.

Alana watched her father leave and closed her eyes for a moment. He didn't really say much, just held her hand then left to go back to work. She let out a breath, realizing there was another person in her room. She opened her eyes, seeing Flack standing there. Her breath got caught as they locked eyes. He sat down next to her and grabbed her hand, not breaking eye contact.

"I'm so sorry Lana." She watched the tears fill his eyes as he leaned over to wipe them away.

"You have nothing to be sorry about."

"I didn't get there soon enough."

"At least you weren't too late." He nodded, looking down. He heard her groan as she laid back down on the bed.

"Did you hear what he did after you...you..." Alana looked up at the ceiling, trying not to tear up.

"Yes, I did. Dad told me." Flack nodded, still looking at the floor. He felt her squeezed his hand as he looked back up at her.

"Thank you, for everything."

"You're welcome, Princess." She smiled at him, kissing his hand. He felt this jolt of electricity go through him as she did that and it finally hit him. Never had it hit him like this. It didn't even happen with Jess, something that shocked the hell out of him. He watched her watch the rain.

"I've always wanted to dance in the rain. The hearing aids kind of stop that. Still, I love to watch it." Flack sat on the bed, looking at her.

"You still can if you got someone right there to hear for you."

"You'd dance in the rain for me?"

"I didn't say I was going to dance. I'd said I would be there for you." Alana chuckled, knowing that she was still stuck in friend mode. She didn't want that anymore. She wanted him. Little did she know, he wanted her like that too.