Disclaimer: CBS owns CSI:NY...I own Kate.
A/N: Yeah...I have nothing witty to put here at the moment so just pretend I did lol
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Most people would have laughed at you if you asked them about the relationship between Donald Flack, Jr. and Kate Cavanaugh. Flack's overpowering stature was intimidating to a lot of people compared to Kate's petite frame which everyone found endearing. His stiff attitude was openly expressed at work occasionally letting his soft side show through to a select few. Kate had always been the exact opposite. She handled her job compassionately, showing much kindness to people that she came across, but she never hesitated to bring out the tough side of her if need be. For that, the fact that she didn't pretend to be tough or someone that she wasn't to survive in a male dominated occupations was one of the many reasons why so many officers respected her. They simply knew the real Kate.
Don knew that this was the real reason why he had been so attracted to her so much in the beginning, even though he tried his damndest to ignore how he felt. But the fact was that he trusted her entirely. And she did him, regardless of hating each other for the first two months of meeting. His father was her captain but that never stopped them from showing how much they loathed each other in the beginning, something that Flack, Sr. found amusing as did Kate and Don secretly.
She had been the first person he'd spill his guts out to after a tough case. He never felt like she was judging him, ever, something that had been new to him.
She was the person that would spend the night at his apartment after getting a call from the tavern to come pick him up. She'd stay with him all night, delicately holding his head over the toilet, dabbing his neck and forehead with a cold rag, readying his toothbrush for him. The next morning they'd both wake up in his big, comfortable bed after a long night, secretly enjoying the close proximity to the other. He'd make his way lazily out of bed, insisting that she stay where she was, and he would go to the kitchen to make her breakfast as a way of saying thank you.
He loved how they took care of each other, how he was finally able to let someone take care of him. His other close friends had been adamant about helping him during tough times but he would respond by putting his guard up firmly. Unlike with most people, Kate hadn't clamed up if he put his guard up. Instead, she'd remain open and honest about how she felt, and he would find his usually unwavering wall crumbling. If it was ever switched to where Kate had her guard up, all Don had to do was take her in his arms, something that only worked with him. That's all she needed. A protective embrace with her and she'd let you in and never let you out.
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Don only hoped that he'd be able to break though the guard that she'd held up after everything she'd been through.
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