A/N – I'm still alive!! Don't worry, I haven't forgotten about you guys. I really appreciate the reviews, even when I'm a horrible updater ;) I'm finding more time to write, and hopefully soon, I will have high speed internet!! YAY! I'm moving temporarily in mid-October, hopefully I'll have a few updates for you guys before then. If all goes well, I should be writing the entire 8 weeks I'm 'out of the country'.

Thanks for your patience…Without further delay, I present to you Chapter 4!!

Chapter Four

"What are you thinking?" Stella asked Flack as they stood side by side, watching Michelle as she sat alone in the interrogation room.

Flack shrugged. "How well do we know her? I mean, if it weren't her, wouldn't she be our primary suspect? We'd be in there grilling her Stel."

Stella kept her eyes of Michelle, but her words were directed to Flack. "Why's that?"

"All the baby stuff in her apartment, she's single, no kids. Who knows, maybe she can't have kids, got jealous and wanted the kid for herself."

"Or course she doesn't have any damn kids." A familiar New York accent interrupted Flack's current train of thought.

"For crying out loud Tina!" Flack shot her a dirty look. "We're in the middle of a murder-slash-kidnapping investigation here! I'm allowed to be sceptical."

"Alright. Well, if that's how you feel about it." Tina motioned for him to go interrogate her. "Just let her know I'm waitin' on her."

Flack shot his sister a dirty look before following Stella into the interrogation room.

"Please state you full name and address." Flack told her harshly as he and Stella sat down. Stella looked at him in surprise, shocked at his cold demenor.

Michelle's eyes shifted back and forth between him and Stella a few times. Her body language changed instantly. She was not longer anxiously sitting at the table wringing her hands together worriedly, the moment Flack's words left his mouth, she realized what was going on. Her hands began to shake uncontrollably, and in an effort to hide it, she placed them flat on the interrogation table in front of her. Her shoulders slumped as she stared at her hands before looking up at Flack again.

"Michelle Lynn Addington." Her voice barely above a whisper. "298 West 23rd Street. Apartment 10E."

Flack had never had a person make him instantly feel like shit before. It was not a pleasant feeling. He had obviously just used too much muscle on her for no reason. He knew that she was not involved, but he was frustrated. And maybe even a little bit angry that Danny had caused him to crash and burn.

Stella shot him a hard look before looking back to Michelle and softening her face. "Michelle, I'm really sorry to have to do this. But it's procedure."

Michelle nodded her response, avoiding all eye contact. "I know. Don't worry about it." Her voice caught in her throat. "I just wasn't expecting it to be like this." She closed her eyes and shook her head. "That's not what I meant to say, I guess I just thought…I don't know what I thought. Just, let's get it over with, please?"

Stella nodded, motioning for Flack to continue. It was, after all, his interrogation, and she was sure that he would be forever regretting his decision to cowboy it up.

Flack closed the door to the interrogation room and sighed heavily. That wasn't at all what he was aiming for. He looked up, his eyes settling on his sister standing in front of him her arms crossed across her chest, her toe tapping the floor. "You can go in now."

"How thoughtful of you." She responded wryly.

"Look Tina." He snapped. "I don't need this shit from you. It's my job."

She scoffed, pushing him aside and placing her hand on the doorknob to the room. "You were an insensitive bastard in there Don. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going in there to clean up your mess." She turned to open the door, but paused. Without turning around, she spoke to him. "If you aren't careful, you're gonna end up like dad."

Before Flack had a chance to register her comment, she was closing the door. Not that he would have been able to respond to it. He tried to shake it off, chalk it up to her anger. As he walked down the hallway towards his desk, he found it wasn't so easy. Tina knew it was his worst fear, and Flack knew she would never have said anything to him if it wasn't true. He ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath. He let it get out of control. He let his personal feelings get in the way of his work.

Tina sat next to Michelle, resting her purse on the cold interrogation table. "He's not actually that rude and outspoken." She supplied casually. "You know that I wouldn't have set you up with an asshole."

Michelle lifted her head out of her hands and wiped the tears from her face. "I've never been so embarrassed in my entire life."

"Embarassed?" Tina asked, taken off guard.

"All I could do was cry." Michelle pointed out, her voice taking on a slight edge. "I cowered down and cried. Here I am probably the only person in the whole city who knows enough about Nadia and the baby to help, and I can barely get it out!"

Tina just stared at her friend with wide eyes. "It's not your fault. They were badgering you. Don was a complete asshole."

"He was doing his job." Michelle stated, standing up quickly. "I'm ready to go, I'd like to try and get some sleep before work."

"You aren't actually thinking about working your shift, are you?" Tina asked incredulously, standing up to follow Michelle out.

Michelle just shot her a look, and motioned for her to lead the way. "After you."

Tina shot her a look as she breezed past her. "See, now I knew there was a reason I set you up with my brother."