A/N: Been a while, I know. Here's a short one. Next chapter will be the trial. Italics is flashback.

Disclaimer: I don't really own the characters. They belong to CBS. thank you Nik Nak17 for allowing me to use Niki Foxx.... Check out her stories!!!!

She'd been avoiding him for close to three months, and he had just finally pried the reason out of Niki. "Kales," he said, opening the DNA lab where Adam Ross and his baby sister were sitting too close to each other. Adam's smile wiped from his face when he saw Don Flack walk into the lab He knew Kylie hadn't talked to her brother since she'd been in the hospital, and he knew she'd been avoiding him at crime scene for months She didn't want to talk to him.

"We need to talk," Flack said, giving Adam a glare. Adam's face turned bright read with nerves as Flack stared him down.

"Shoot," Kylie said, as she calmly set down a piece of evidence to swab it for DNA.

"Alone," Flack raised his eyebrows.

"Adam can stay."

"It's about Mom."

"Well I'm busy so you can either talk about whatever it is you need in front of Adam or you can get out of my lab," she smiled sweetly, though her words weren't as near as innocent as she was trying to be.

"I think you need to see a shrink," Flack sighed.

"I'm fine," Kylie laughed.

"Kales you've been avoiding me. You and Niki got into a fight and you haven't talked to her in close to two months. Ma said you got boys coming over, spending the night. You got a dog, Kylie? Really? Do you even have time to take care of it?"

"I've been avoiding you because you'll try and talk me into putting Mom in a nursing home, Don. Forgive me for wanting her to stay sane for as long as possible. She may not be proud of me at the moment, but she's my mother, and I'm not letting you lock her up to be miserable. As for boys coming home? Yeah, Adam comes over on a daily basis. But that's because your girlfriend has been a bitch to me and I need someone who is nice to me. Since that isn't you or Niki or Mom, it's Adam. As for my dog? He's a better brother than you'll ever be."

Both Adam and Flack watched Kylie as she took her latex gloves and lab coat off and stormed out of the lab, leaving them alone in an awkward silence.

"Maybe if you and Niki… just hear her out," Adam suggested. "She's not as fucked up as you're making her sound. Okay she's a little shaken up. But her husband hurt her. And everyone is telling her she's making bad choices. She doesn't need a shrink. She just needs her family to listen to her. She's scared. Her life is falling apart, and everyone she used to rely on isn't there for her. Sure, sometimes what she says doesn't make sense. But it's her life. And she needs people to support her decisions. I'm the only one who just…listens to her."

"I don't need your help on how to handle my sister, Ross," Flack growled, his fists clenching.

"You do," Adam mumbled nervously, "Because I'm the only one who can get her to talk to you again." Adam took his coat off as well, and left the lab to find Kylie.

"Hey," Adam smiled, stepping inside Kylie's home after she opened the front door. "What's up?"

"Guess what?" she smiled, closing the front door.

"What?" Adam asked, giving her a smile.

"I got a letter in the mail," she grinned. "And my mom isn't home, and we have the whole house to ourselves. Guess what the letter said?"

"That you're divorced?" he asked her, raising his left eyebrow, causing her to giggle as she nodded her head.

"I'm an ex wife. I'm Kylie Flack again! I'm not Kylie Smith. I am not married to Tim Smith, Adam. I'm single!"

"That's great," he smiled, his eyes widening when she gave him a hug. "I'm happy for you." He wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Let's have some vodka to celebrate," she said, heading towards the kitchen.

"Vodka? Straight up vodka?" Adam asked, following Kylie to the kitchen.

"Straight up vodka," Kylie nodded her head, grabbing a bottle of vodka and two shot glasses.

"Well," Adam mumbled. "You don't mess around."

Kylie blushed a bit as she poured their shot glasses and handed one to him.

Somewhere between the laughing they had made their way to the living room, both stumbling to find the remote on the TV. And a few shots more, they'd be in her room.

She sat besides him on the couch and gave him a smile. She would have been nervous being this close to him three hours ago. But her mind was cloudy, and Adam was sitting with his hand on her inner thigh, to high up. And instead of moving his hand like she had found herself doing many times these last few months, she had moved it higher up on her thigh, and set her hand over it.

She let out a laugh for no reason other than the fact that she knew she wouldn't be doing this if she was sober. Which was exactly why she had bought the vodka before she asked Adam to come over.

She watched Adam blush more when she pressed her lips to his, and pushed him against the arm of the couch. "Kylie we're drunk," he whispered, as she pulled her shirt over her head.

"So?" she giggled, nibbling at his neck.

He gently pushed her off him and sat up. "So? I didn't wait three months for this just to fuck it up. We're doing this the right way. Sober. After we've been on a few dates. I've had sex with drunk girls before. And none of them ever ended with a happy ending."

"I'm not even that drunk," Kylie rolled her eyes, standing up, and unbuttoning her jeans. She wiggled out of her pants and then turned towards Adam. "I'm 30. I've already been married. The right way. I'm done doing things the safe way. So I'm going to go up stairs and get undressed and kick my dog out of my bedroom, and get in my bed naked. Either you can join me and we can have sex. Drunk sex. Or you can leave. But if you leave, you're not getting another chance. And like you just said, you didn't wait three months just to fuck up."

Adam watched as Kylie left the living room, and hurried up the steps, and he immediately stood up and followed her up the steps at the sight of her hips swaying out of sight.

Adam lightly blew on Kylie's nose and smiled as he watched her scrunch it, before she opened her eyes. She let out a yawn and stretched a little bit before giving him a smile. "Hi," she said, pulling her comforter over her bare chest.

"Hey," he smiled, brushing back a strand over her hair. "How'd you sleep?"

"Golden," she giggled, closing her eyes and snuggling closer towards him. "You?"

"What little sleep I got," he laughed. "Was good."

"Oh," Kylie sighed. "Did I take the comforters? I do that. I'm a blanket hog, and I kick in my sleep too."

"You talk in your sleep also," he laughed, pressing a kiss to her nose.

"Oh God," she laughed, smacking her hand against her forehead. "What did I say?"

"Just gibberish," he shrugged. "It was cute."

"God," she laughed rubbing her face with her hand.

"What's wrong with that?" he asked her, rolling on top of her, causing her to giggle. "I think it's cute."

"Try embarrassing," she whispered, her lips touching his. "Very embarrassing. And I probably look super ugly right now. I don't have any make up and my breath smells like alcohol and my hair is greasy and messy," she mumbled.

Adam rolled his eyes as he watched her put a pillow over her face.

"Hi Kylie," Niki Foxx sang, opening the door to Kylie's bedroom and grinning at the sight of Adam on top of Kylie.

"Hi," Kylie mumbled as Adam rolled off the side of the bed, causing Niki to laugh. "Why are you here?"

"Cause I'm supposed to come over and apologize or something," Niki shrugged. "But we both know that isn't happening." Niki headed for the bed as Adam pulled his boxers on.

"I'll just… go downstairs," he said, pointing for the door. "And try quietly not to wake your mom up. Dopey," Adam whistled.

"Oh Dopey's fine," Niki said, climbing into the bed where Adam had previously been lying. "Hello puppy," she laughed when the German Shepard, Chow mix crawled onto the bed, between Kylie and Niki. "He's so fluffy!"

Adam shut the door behind him, and Niki turned to look at Kylie, who was sitting against the headboard, her comforter held to her chest. "Was that a one night stand or a third date thing?" Niki asked.

"It wasn't a third date thing, but it wasn't a one night stand."

"So you guys are like together?"

"We're… maybe?" Kylie said, raising her eyebrow at Niki. "I don't know. I like him. And I'm pretty sure he likes me," she said, scratching behind Dopey's ear. "Did Donnie make you come?"

"Donnie and me got into a fight," Niki rolled her eyes.

"Why?"

"Cause he's a jerk. Listen I know I was a bitch and all but you were being all depressed and shit. And I shouldn't have said what I did or whatever. I just hated that you were hurt over that douche. And you know. It's my fault. I shouldn't have had Tim come to our dorm and all that."

"It's whatever," Kylie promised her, shaking her head. She knew how difficult it was for Niki to admit something was her fault. "I mean I'm over him now. Obviously." She glanced down at her body and then rolled her eyes. "I feel like shit. I probably did about twenty shots last night."

"I can tell by the smell you're body s giving off. It's a mixture between sex and stale alcohol. How did your mom not find out you fucked Adam in her house?"

"She probably knows," Kylie shrugged. "My clothes are downstairs."

"Oh my God, you slut! You're me before Donnie!"

"I'm not a slut! I just got drunk. But I like Adam and I'm not sleeping around…I'm just sleeping with him."

"That's dirty," Niki grinned. "He's a good guy."

"Yeah," Kylie nodded her head. "I like him. A lot. We've spent the last three months just getting to know each other. And I think that he's really sweet."

Niki nodded her head and scrunched her nose and shook her head. "Your dog just farted."

"Ughh," Kylie sighed, crawling out of bed, and grabbing her underwear. She pulled them on and then headed for her drawer to grab sweats. "Come on, Dopey," she said, clapping her hands as she opened her bedroom door.

Niki followed her down the steps, and gave Adam a strange look as he sat on the couch in the living room in just his boxers, watching a cartoon show. "That's weird," she whispered, following Kylie to the sliding glass door.

"You don't even know the half of it," Kylie giggled, shaking her head. "About a week ago I woke up to him playing Call of Duty. At 3 in the morning. He's obsessed with that game."

"What guy isn't?" Niki asked Kylie.

"Oh no guy is like Adam. He plays hardcore games. Like he curses horribly. He hasn't talked to one of his friend in about a month because they betrayed him in a game. How that's even possible, I have no clue."

"Wow," Niki laughed. "That's just. Wow."

"Exactly," Kylie giggled. She opened the door to allow the dog to run around in the back yard, and then headed for the living room.

"Well," I should get going," Niki sighed, rolling her eyes. When Kylie plopped down besides Adam. "I better go before Donnie files a missing persons report."

"See you," Kylie smiled. "Thanks for stopping by."

"No problem," Niki said. "Nice seeing you Adam."

"You hungry?" Kylie asked, turning towards Adam, and giving him a smile.

"You're going to cook for me?" Adam smirked, standing up.

"If you put some clothes on so my mom doesn't freak out," she giggled.

"That could happen if I knew where they were," Adam laughed.

"Under my bed," Kylie told him, standing up and heading for the kitchen as he headed upstairs.

She grabbed a pan to cook eggs on and then headed for the fridge for the eggs and bacon, a few minutes later she felt Adam's arms around her waist. "Hey," he whispered in her ear, his lips pressing against her neck.

She turned around and gave him a smile. "I think you look better without your clothes," she giggled, checking him out.

"Well I know you look better," he laughed, kissing her again. He grabbed her waist and set her on the counter. "What did Niki want?"

"She apologized without apologizing," Kylie told him, playing with his shirt, as he set his hand on her chin, and gave her a kiss. Her fingers ran through his hair as his tongue slipped into her mouth.

"Ahem," Mrs. Flack coughed, as she entered the kitchen. Adam turned around and blushed a bit as Mrs. Flack shook her head. "I didn't mean to interrupts. I was just coming to get some coffee."

"Sorry," Kylie whispered, jumping off the counter. "I was cooking some breakfast. Do you want some?"

"Are you divorced yet?" Mrs. Flack asked, glaring at Kylie. Adam watched as Kylie bowed her head in embarrassment. "Was this the first time?" She asked her daughter.

"Yeah," Kylie nodded her head. "We're sorry."

"No you aren't," Mrs. Flack laughed pathetically. "You wouldn't have done it. You're disgusting."

Kylie bit her lip. "I can't please you can I?" Kylie laughed. "You hated that I was married to Timmy. You hated that I wanted a divorce and you hate that I'm trying to move on. I'm sorry that I'm such a disappointment for you. Both Samantha and I are just the Devil's doing."

"I never said that."

"You didn't have to," Kylie shook her head, wiping away a stray tear. "I'm sorry that I'm not the perfect daughter for you Mom. But that's why you and Dad took Niki in, right?"

"That is not at all true."

"Oh it isn't? Niki isn't the perfect daughter you've always wanted? That's not why you want her to marry Donnie?"

"I know you've had a rough year. But that doesn't give you the right to disrespect me in front of your guest."

"Whatever," Kylie said, leaving the kitchen.

"I'm so sorry about her," Mrs. Flack whispered watching Kylie leave.

"I'm not," Adam whispered. "She's hurt and she needs her mother."

"She needs her father," Mrs. Flack spoke coolly. "And he isn't here."

Adam slowly nodded his head clearly aware of the own hurt Mrs. Flack was holding in. He walked out of the kitchen and headed up the stairs to where he knew Kylie would be crying.

"Daddy!" 7 year old Kylie Flack screamed, running away from her mother's grip. "Daddy!"

"Your father is working!" Mrs. Flack yelled. "Get back here young lady!"

"I want my Daddy!" Kylie screamed more, tears streaming down her face as she tried to open the front door that her mother was holding shut. "Daddy wouldn't smack me!"

"Daddy isn't here, and you're in trouble."

"I already told you," Kylie cried, wiping her eyes. "I'm not lying! I didn't call Miley the B word, Momma! I swear I didn't. She bite me and I said she was mean for it! I promise I didn't bite her. I promise with everything in me."

"Why would Miley lie about that?" Mrs. Flack sighed, clearly fed up with her daughter's behavior. She had been sent home early from her second week in first grade because a young girl had told on Kylie for stealing a toy at recess and calling her a "Bitch," and then biting her when the girl tried to get her toy back.

But Kylie had told the story differently, and Mrs. Flack was going to believe it.

"Why would I lie, Momma! I wouldn't! I promise on Dolly's life!" she whispered, holding up her favorite doll. "I don't lie Momma!"

Flack Sr. opened the front door and looked at a screaming little girl wailing herself on the floor as Mrs. Flack stood over her, unsure of how to react.

"I got the message," Flack Sr. said, glancing at Kylie.

"Daddy!" Kylie cried, standing up. She threw her arms around him immediately and cried in his chest. "I didn't bite Miley, or take her toy or call her the B word Daddy. She bit me! I promise Daddy. Pinky promise. Tell Momma I'm not lying!"

"I don't know what to do with her, Puck," Mrs. Flack sighed. "She's been screaming for three straight hours and she won't go to her room.

"If she says she didn't do it, she didn't do it, Lorene," Puck said, stroking his daughter's hair.

"She's lying. When are you going to see through her innocent look?"

"I believe our daughter. Just because you don't like that she came out a Daddy's girl doesn't mean she's lying."

"I'm not!" Kylie cried, wiping her tears.

"Okay baby," Flack Sr. nodded his head. "You go upstairs baby. Mommy and I need to talk."

Kylie nodded her head, and wiped her face with the back of her hand and then hurried upstairs. She knew her Dad would make sure she didn't get in trouble. Because she was telling the truth. She knew Daddy didn't like liars.

"So when a crook on the street says he didn't steak you just gonna believe him, Puck?" Mrs. Flack asked, folding her arms across her chest.

"I talked to Niki," Puck started. "She says Miley stole Kylie's Dolly so Niki threw sand in her eyes and then Miley bit Kylie. Now. If Kylie has a bite mark on her arm like Niki says, then it's true. I know that in the future our children will do bad things, Lorene. But Kylie would never intentionally hurt someone. She's not a fighter. That's one thing she's got in common with you, babe. I don't know why you always think she's done something wrong, but she hasn't now. Niki is the one that fights. She's the one that sticks up for Kylie. Now. Let's go see if she's got that bite mark shall we?"

"She hates me," Lorene cried. "She's always hated me. Ever since the day she started walking and I accidentally left her in the kitchen alone while I was in the bathroom and she knocked that knife down."

"Like she remembers that," Puck shook his head.

"She remembers it, Puck. She may not remember what happened, but she knows I hurt her when she was a baby. That's why she hates me. I'm such a horrible mother."

"Now, that is not one bit of truth," Flack Sr. shook his head. "She does not hate you. She never would. You are a great mother. She's just upset because you wont believe her. That's all." Flack Sr. wrapped his arms around his wife in an effort to calm her tears.

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