The Touch, The Suspicion, The Hatred

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Disclaimer: I do not own CSI NY

A/N: This chapter should contain missing info on The Captain – enjoy!

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He didn't know she still wasn't ready and he cursed himself for not knocking but he was already inside.

'Oh, it's just you. Hold on one moment,' Angell watched him enter through the reflection on the mirror. She didn't seem shocked nor did she seem bothered by his presence but he however, felt awkward, misplaced, he hung his head low but couldn't bring his self to turn around and leave this 'half dressed' Angell alone.

'Could you give me a hand?' this time he was shocked by her request. Her hands and arms were stretched out behind her gripping the two ends of her bra strap. 'I know, I was such a fool to decide to wear this one if I can't even get it on.'

She stood still, waiting for Flack to walk over. He looked at her twice, wondering, questioning both her and his own motives if he was walk over there now. But taking none of his brain signals into consideration he strode his was over. He stood behind her leaving a small, two inch at most, gap between them. Taking each end of the bar strap together he clip them on. Most men he thought, would have had only the experience of getting a bra 'off' a woman, Flack still found it slightly disturbing that he was able to put one on as easily.

But when he finished, he didn't step back; instead his hands trailed their way down her back. She could feel goose bumps starting to appear but he didn't seem to care. Her skin was soft, smooth and perfect under his finger tips. Not a starch or a mark to be found. Until he fingers lightly brushed the small of her back. He let his fingers linger there for a while as he looked up at her.

'What is it?' she asked him, softly, carefully, turning her head to peer around her shoulder.

'I didn't know you had this,' she was curious at first about what he was talking about, until his fingers began slowly tracing out a butterfly on the left side of the back of her hip.

'Well, you've never seen me topless now have you?' she said it cheekily, seductively, in a way that almost asked him to do something daring.

'That's true,' his lips were now hovering over her shoulder. Her eyes locked with his in their reflection. She stood absolutely still, fists clenched, trying to not flinch at his every touch as he kept tracing the outline with his finger tips. She tried to control her breathing, stopping herself from doing anything irrational but as his fingers slipped and touched the top of her waist band she couldn't help but let out a gasp of air.

'I'm sorry,' Flack retracted his hands and left them by his side. His face was flustered, embarrassed by what he had just done but he still didn't move.

'No, no. It's alright, Don. Don't worry,' her words were quick and about as 'flustered' as his were. They didn't move for a moment after that. He looked down, just watching the small, blue butterfly rise and fall with the rest of her body as she breathed slowly.

Finally, unable to take anymore of the awkward, silence and stillness Angell reached out to the counter next to her and grabbed her shirt. Sliding it over her head Flack watched as he took his last glimpse of the tattoo before it was gone.

She turned around and rested her back against the counter facing him. Their faces were only separated by the small gap of hot air building up between them. Angell tried but failed to not look deep into his eyes as she slipped away, 'You'd better get ready.'

That was all she said as she escaped the clammy, unbearably desirable small gap between them. They wouldn't admit it but they both knew at that moment, how impossible it would be to pull them selves away from each other. Knowing it would take more will power that they both had they made a mental note, telling themselves they would try and never get into that sort of a position again.

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Danny was sat at Flack's desk with his feet up. He's late, he thought to himself. He'd been waiting for the last half hour for Flack since he needed the case file from the previous day and it was, apparently, somewhere hidden under the mass of papers Flack called 'organized work'. Danny used his pen to lift up a book at the side of the desk, peering under neither it, maybe if he looked hard enough he might be able to find it himself.

'Not on your life Donald!' There came chatter from across the quiet precinct as Angell and Flack entered together.

'Oh, come on, Jessica,' Flack was following Angell who was two extra paces in front of him to keep out of reach. Angell was smiling and laughing as she past Danny not even glancing at him as she sat at her desk opposite Flack's. Danny tilted his head to one side wondering – they had been relatively friendly the past few weeks and now arriving together at work after Angell was asked to stay at a relatives or a friends - everyone in the precinct must have been wondering the same thing.

'Oh, hi Danny,' Angell said looking up and realizing he was there

'You're both late,' he pointed out lifting him self from Flack's seat.

'Traffic,' Flack pointed out as he draped his jacket over the back of his chair. 'Yes, how can I help you, Messer?'

'Besides, it's Thursday – where's the case file?'

Flack thought hard for a moment before plunging into his out tray. Pulling the top file off he opened it and handed it to Danny, 'You didn't try and look?'

Danny simply blinked at Flack, amazed by his ability to dish out random case files from paperwork hell. But it wasn't the case file that bothered him at the moment. It was Thursday and every Thursday since they'd worked together they'd made it so that they'd both go out for a few bees, maybe play a bit of pool, all to catch up and relax, 'So?'

Flack looked at Angell; she tried to look preoccupied by writing something down. Flack was less aware of the funniness of their conversation and more so about leaving Angell alone for a few hours that night whiles he went out with Danny. He felt somewhat guilt but the mere thought of what he was about to do but for the sake of, what might be a blooming relationship, he had to agree.

'Yeah, course I'm free,' he nodded at Danny. Adjusting his glasses with the tip of his finger Danny began to walk off. He noticed as he turned the corner Angell gave Flack a suspicious look - there was something going on between them, he could see it in the way Angell leaned across her desk, the way she stared into Don's eyes, the way Don simply paid all attention to her, and he was determined to find out if it was true.

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The Captain was watching, slyly from his office window. He held the blinds open ajar with his fingers, watching them. He saw them exit the car together and walk up to the precinct bickering. He hated when she did that, flinger herself on men, flirting, acting all carless. This was a police station for God's sake. But then again, it wasn't just that, it was the way her hair fell into her face, the way her eyes sparkles when she laughed, the way she stood when angry. Features, traits, qualities, everything about her drew attention and not just by Detective Flack by every man who walked through here.

He stepped away from the dim light of the window and to the door, leading into the precinct.

'Angell,' he called. It was that little bit of shock and horror on her face that made him tingle inside. She was scared of him that was for sure… that was how he liked it.

Angell hadn't expected it; well she should have expected it if she was on her guard but around Flack, she was anything but on her guard.

She hated the feeling of leaving the insecurity of Flack's presence but she knew he couldn't follow her everywhere so she slowly and reluctantly got up from her chair and walked through the maze of tables and officers into the Captain's office.

She couldn't help but think he was dressed for a funeral; from black shoes to a grey tie, even his office gave off a suspicious, haunted feeling. Angell sat silently in the chair opposite his desk and tried to act as natural as possible when truth was all she felt was uncomfortable. His strides were determined and purposeful. He was standing next to her first, talking low and softly, as if to make sure no one else could hear. His cologne was pungent to her but she forced herself not to flinch, his hair was slicked back, all of it so none dangled within his line of vision, he was tall as well, taller than Flack definitely and larger too.

He finally moved to sit in front of Angell and he looked directly into her hazel ones piercing them with his dark, bottomless ones. His looks were charming, not dazzling, more charismatic – but nothing about his next words made Angell feel good about him.

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Flack play with the tip of the pen with his tongue as he rested between his teeth using both hands to go through paper work. Setting down the pile in his left hand he picked up his cell and pressed speed dial. Holding it to his ear he continued flicking through some work. Spiting the pen out he started answering the person on the other end. His words were short and quick and he soon put down his cell to stand collected all his papers for filing. As Flack stood he looked back to the Captains office. Angell was still in there, granted she hadn't been in there for long but he knew how much she disliked him – being in there more than 5 minutes with him was probably a good enough version of hell for her.

But finally, as Flack was about to leave for the CSIs the Captains doors came flinging open. Crashing into the wall Angell strode out clutching her fists.

'There is no need to get upset about this Detective,' the Captain called after her as she walked away. He had a cheeky grin on his face, a satisfying grin. Flack couldn't help but wonder what went on in there and waited, until Angell came and sat down in her chair before asking her.

She looked distraught, upset, clearly emotional. Flack set down his things, crouched down next to her and rubbed his palms up and down the side of her arms in attempt to comfort her.

'What happened?' his words were soft and caring. His eyes spoke for the fact that he was also worried, scared about what Angell might have been through while inside his office.

'Can he do this to me Don? Can he?' Angell sat back in her chair; she let out a huge sigh of distress - clearly today wasn't going to be a good day for her again.

'Can he do what, Jess?' he waited for her reply, fearing the worst out of everything.

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A/N: Little something I put together at the last moment. Hope it's enjoyable and well, okay for you all.