A/N: Okay, here it is: the last chapter. It's been fun kids. Thank you so much to all of you who reviewed and/or added. It means the world to me.

Disclaimer: Well, if you don't know by now…

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"Don, cut it out," Angell laughed. "Some of us still have work to do."

Flack tossed another M&M across his desk and onto Angell's adjoining one. She slapped a hand down over it and caught it before it hit the floor, adding it to the pile she had collected next to her file. She looked up after she removed her hand from the pile. "You should be out of ammo by now."

Flack smiled wickedly and held up a bag of candy that he had been holding in his lap. "I was on a sugar kick a few hours ago. Thought the big bag was a better idea at the time."

Angell looked back down at her file. "And after eating two, you decided they were better pellets than food?"

Flack tossed another. "Pretty much."

"And you don't have anything better to do with yourself for the next, um," she glanced at her watch, "thirty-seven minutes?"

"Not unless another call comes in. The rest of my cases are either done and sent to the DA or in the lab waiting for further evidence." He took another chocolate from the bag and held it in front of his face to examine closely. After analyzing it for a moment, he put it down on the desk, balanced it on its edge beneath his finger, and flicked it like a paper football. It hit Angell in the shoulder and she looked up sharply. Flack ducked his head down quickly when he saw the glare he received.

"Flack."

He looked up at her timidly, making sure she wasn't about to make a counter-attack. "I'm sorry. I'm just so bored."

"Flack, I'm really trying to wrap the last of my cases here and I'm never gonna get done if you keep up the M&M assault. If you leave right now so I can do some work, we'll go out after work and do whatever you want to rid you of your boredom."

Flack winked and flashed her a smile. "Anything?"

Angell tried to contain a small smile as she picked up one of the candies and threw it at him, grunting. "Go away, now."

Flack laughed as he stumbled from his chair and ducked away.

Angell made sure he was out of sight before getting back to her case.

From around the corner, Flack watched as Angell looked back down to her paperwork. He looked at his watch again. Popping a piece of candy into his mouth, he headed off to the locker room.

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Thirty minutes later, Angell looked at her watch. She was done signing off her cases and it was time to go. She reached for her cell phone and sent Flack a text page. Done. If you didn't get called out, I'd be happy to keep you company now. JA

She turned off her computer and cleaned up her desk. Just as she was about to give up and head home, her phone buzzed.

Meet me in the locker room. DF

Angell headed for the locker room wondering what Flack could possibly have up his sleeve this time.

"Flack?" Angell called out as she stepped into the locker room. "Don't forget, jumping out and scaring me doesn't really work." She warned to the empty space.

Flack stepped out from behind a row of lockers. "Wouldn't dream of it." He put a duffel bag on the bench in front of him and unzipped it. He pulled a couple items from the bag as Angell stepped closer. When he got to the garments folded at the bottom of the bag, he tossed them to her. "Here, put these on."

Puzzled, Angell unfolded the clothing and held it out in front of her. She held up the black athletic pants and blue tank, passing a questioning stare to Flack.

"You said we could do whatever I wanted. I want to go to the batting cages. I'm pretty sure you don't want to go in what you're currently wearing and you worked out this morning so I doubt you wanna wear the gym clothes you have stashed in your locker."

"So you bought me new ones?"

"Bored, Jenn. I was completely bored."

Angell started to turn the combination lock on her locker. "And how did you get my size?"

"I've been working with you too long. I thought we established that already. Now hurry up."

Angell laughed at his childlike hurriedness.

Flack grabbed his clothes from the bench and headed for an empty stall to change. Angell grabbed her sneakers from her locker and did the same. By the time Angell was finished changing, Flack was already folding his suit into his duffel bag and closing his locker. Angell padded over to her locker and grabbed her purse. When she turned around, Flack was staring at her.

"Flack, just because you're my partner, don't think I won't kick your ass for being a perv," she warned.

"Sorry. It's just, uh, most people don't look like that in gym clothes."

Angell placed her hands on her hips and faced him. "Yeah, well, most people get to pick their own active wear. In which case, there would be less cleavage and the bottom two inches of my stomach would be covered."

"Well, I just went to the closest place. They only had a few tops. As hot as it is today, I didn't figure you would want long sleeves out in the hot sun."

Angell closed her locker and headed for the door. "Okay, but if you keep gawking, I'm leaving."

Flack followed her as she walked out the door, calling after her. "I'm a guy; what do you expect."

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An hour later, they were settled in at the batting cages. Flack was up again and Angell was amazed at how good he was. He had only missed a couple and the rest were flying with so much force she thought the catching net would burst into flames. She watched his professional stance as he waited for each ball and the focus in his face as each one whizzed at him. When he was done with another round, she stood from the bench she was watching from and entered the cage.

"Where did you learn to do that?"

"Just part of growin' up in this neighborhood mostly. I suppose Danny's rubbed off on me a little too. You wanna see some serious stuff, watch that guy in the cages for half an hour."

"Yeah, I've heard."

Flack picked up a bat and handed it to her. "You're up."

"Flack, I missed almost half of them last time," she sighed. "I can certainly play with the boys, but that thing pitches a little faster."

Flack put the bat in her hand and closed her fingers around it. "Just like anything else, it takes practice." He turned her around so she was facing the pitching machine, but not on the firing button. "Here, you gotta look like a pro." He talked her through getting her stance and helped her hold her body in the right position for perfect batting. Once she had her stance, Flack stood back across from her and took a critical look. "Perfect. Now show me what you really got." He stepped out of the cage as she stepped up to the plate.

Angell pressed on the button with her left foot and waited as the machine churned. A baseball flew her direction at great speed and there was a loud crack as it made contact with the bat. She grinned at her own success as she waited for the next ball just a moment away. After a dozen balls with more successful hits, Angell stepped back from the plate.

Flack clapped as he walked toward the chain-link wall, causing Angell to turn around. She walked up and wrapped her fingers through the fence, watching as Flack mirrored her action. He put his hands outside hers and faced her. "You'll be playing with the pros in no time," he said.

"I think I'll leave that to you and Danny. I'm not that good. But it is more fun now that I know how to bat properly." She walked out of the cage and held the door open. "You're up."

They took turns batting a few more times until they started to get tired. As the outdoor lights of the cages came on, they turned their equipment in to the rental desk and left, heading off down the street.

"Well, thank you for keeping me company."

Angell nudged him with her elbow as she walked next to him. "Anytime. It was fun."
"So, what are your thoughts on some ice cream?"

"That sounds fantastic." Just then, Flack stopped and opened a door to a shop they were walking past. Angell looked up at the sign above the door and smiled. "You knew I'd say yes?"

"It's ice cream. Nobody turns down ice cream. Especially if it's really really close."

Angell laughed and walked in. At the counter, Angell looked up at the menu on the wall and thought. When she had decided, she looked at Flack. "Ready?"

"Didn't even have to look."

He stepped up to the counter and the young girl at the register smiled. "What can I get for you today?"

"Double scoop of mint-chip in a cone." He looked back to Angell. "Come on, it's on me."

"You're starting to make a habit of that." She stepped toward the counter. "Single scoop of the double chocolate strawberry in a cone."

The girl quickly scooped their ice cream while Flack pulled his wallet out to pay. When he saw what Angell had gotten, he cocked an eyebrow. "What in the hell is that?"

Angell smiled wickedly. "This is the ice cream equivalent of chocolate covered strawberries. It's heaven."

Flack took a bite of his ice cream and shook his head. "Such a girl."

"If I'm not mistaken, you already knew that."

They walked back outside and sat at one of the small tables in front of the shop.

"Mint chocolate chip," Angell stated as she licked her own ice cream again, "it's so old fashioned."

"Traditional. The word is traditional. And it's probably the greatest ice cream ever invented."

"Why not try something new every now and then. I mean they have a million flavors in there. The possibilities are endless."

"You mean like that strawberry chocolate concoction you got there?" he asked with his eyebrows raised.

"Yeah, have you ever tried it?"

"Eh, never sounded all that appealing." He shrugged.

Angell offered out her cone. "Chocolate, strawberries, ice cream," she said simply. "This is as sinfully appealing as it gets." When she repeated the word 'appealing,' she added a seduction to her tone that would have brought any man to his knees.

Flack wrapped his hand around hers on her cone and brought it to his mouth. He licked the ice cream then returned her hand to where it was before.

"So?"

"It's good." He nodded.

"Yeah?"

"Not as good as a classic, but it's definitely interesting."

"You gotta start trying new things; break away from your same old thing."

"I may. That really was like chocolate covered strawberries. Can I have another bite?"

Angell pulled her ice cream back in toward her, away from Flack's grasp. "No way. Get your own."

Flack leaned forward and quickly pressed his lips against Angell's. Before she had time to react, he pulled back again.

"Uh, what the hell was that Don?" Shocked as she was, the pink color on her cheeks and the small smile playing on her lips gave away that she was in no way offended or upset.

"You had a little ice cream on your lip there. You told me to get my own. So I got it."

Angell rolled her eyes. "Cute. But if you wanted a kiss, all you had to do was ask."

"Oh, I didn't. I just wanted your ice cream. Plain and simple."

Angell stood from the table and started to walk away. "Oh. Well in that case, me and my ice cream are going somewhere else."

Flack jumped up and followed, grabbing her arm, playing along. "What if I changed my mind? What if I don't want your ice cream?"

"Well what is it that you want Don?" She looked up at him with doe eyes and licked her ice cream again.

"I want a kiss."

"Well all ya had to do was ask."

Flack leaned down and put his free hand on Angell's face to pull her close to him. Standing in the middle of the sidewalk, they kissed slowly, passionately, tentatively. Seconds later when they pulled apart, Angell smiled.

"Ya know, maybe chocolate chip mint isn't so bad after all."

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A/N: And that's all she wrote folks. For now anyway. There are always other fics in the works…