5. Princes of the Universe—Queen

Stella glanced at Lindsay over the top of her glass, rolling her eyes and sighing, as Flack launched into the tale once again. This had to be the 8th time she'd heard it since she started on her beer.

Tonight, Danny and Flack were Princes of the NYPD. Heading to a warehouse to investigate the report of a body, they'd stumbled across one of the Kingpins of the Russian Mob in the process of leaving a second body for them. They'd been trying to get the guy for years, but never had enough evidence to successfully prosecute. Flack & Danny had walked in to find him gun in hand, the muzzle pressed to the back of the vic's head, safety off and finger drawing the trigger back. Only the utter surprise at finding himself face to face with two of New York's finest had kept the victim alive. As a bonus, Danny had found the guy's laptop hidden under the seat of his car waiting outside, and it was brimming with info that had the DA and even the Feds drooling

Pure dumb luck, that's all it was, Stella thought, watching Flack accept another beer bought for him. Pure dumb luck they walked in when they did.

And pure dumb luck the guy dropped his gun instead of firing at them.

6. The Kiss—Last of the Mohicans Soundtrack

Goddammit, she'd done it again. Gone charging in where angels fear to tread. Not blindly, of course, and with some of the best guys on SWAT going along, but she'd done it regardless. And he hadn't known about it until 7 hours after the fact.

Seven hours after she'd strapped on her vest and checked her pistol, while those around her piled on body armor and prepped H&Ks. Seven hours since she went charging in, gunfire flying around her. And seven hours since she'd taken two rounds in her left leg.

He hadn't stuck around to hear details. Just asked what hospital she was at, then offered a weak excuse and left.

It was 43 minutes since someone had told him.

38 minutes since he'd jumped in his car and illegally flipped on lights and siren.

18 minutes since he'd left the car outside the hospital.

13 minutes since he found out what room she was in.

Some unknown number of seconds since he stopped in the doorway, taking in the sight of her sitting up in the hospital bed, leg bandaged heavily.

"Flack? Oh hey, thanks for coming. So who—"

And zero seconds since he kissed her like there was no tomorrow.