A/N: Alright, this wasreally rushed, but like I said, I planned to have a couple of more chapters than I do now, so I kinda shortened and crammed stuff into this one. I know Flack agrees to joining the Rosses way too quick. Still, hope you enjoy.

"Ow, Adam! Seriously, I'm fine, you're gonna make it worse!"

Mac laughed when he heard Robin's objection. He was impressed on how much they seemed mature- he figured that brought it down a bit. "What're you doing to the poor girl, Adam?" he asked, walking around the curtain that separated the large room into smaller sections.

"Fussing over my leg and it's pissing me off!" Robin replied, smacking Adam's hand when he reached to touch the area above the bandage. "Ads, I swear, touch it one more time-"

"I'm your brother, I'm supposed to worry!" Adam objected. "It's weird that the tables are turned now!"

Mac raised an eyebrow, then chuckled. He sighed afterwards. "Um, Robin, I know everything probably happened really fast, but can you tell me your side of the story with what happened?"

Robin shrugged. "Fine. I don't have anything to hide… ah." She grinned and shook her head. "How many times have you heard that?"

"Too many." Mac replied.

"Well, anyway, did Flack tell you about my friend Jill and my er… situation involving their bust?"

Mac nodded. "You got off lucky there, by the way."

"I know. Anyway, he dropped me off, Jake looked about ready to kill me… uh, sorry. Bad wording. Either way, I just passed him when the shots started going off. The second Jake shoved me inside, I got grazed. I know, weird timing, but I'm not lying."

Mac nodded. "Matches Jake's, which is also rare, but good in your case."

"Uh huh. Can I go home now?"

"Not done yet. What do you remember?"

"Huh?"

"Fill in the little details in your story. Make it a play by play. When the gunshots went of, what did you hear? What did the car look like? Close your eyes and try to remember."

"Uh. Okay… well, when the gunshots started going off, it was like something out of the movies. And I don't mean like, '80s action flicks, I'm talking like Michael Bay action going on. Guns going off, people screaming and ducking, me getting tossed inside… that's basically it."

Mac nodded. "Fine. Just… stay close, right?"

Robin paused. "Well, uh, I can't, really. I guess now the second I get outta here, Adam and I have to pack for Jersey."

Mac nodded. "Then just take it easy and make sure you're available 'til then."

"Yes sir."

One week later:

The case had barely progressed. License plated and cars were still being matched up, and they had only gotten the name of the suspect-turned-victim, John Sunamo. Robin had been cleared five days before. However, to her, it didn't quite feel like that because they had given her a cane. He had argued (and been pleased to find that Mac sided with her against the doctors) that if someone was after her, a cane wasn't going to help one bit. The doctors just replied that it wouldn't matter because if she would be chased, she'd just toss the cane and run if come need be. Mac gave in after seeing their point, but Robin still wanted to hurl the object at them. So now here she was, tossing various sweatshirts, pants and shirts into a bag. Half of her things were at Amber's and the other half were at Adam's. That made things complicated, but Robin pointed out a girl could always use extra space. She was so engrossed in trying to figure out how to pivot on the cane while tossing a couple of outfits in her bag she barely even noticed Don breeze right past her and flop down on the couch.

"Hey." He greeted.

Robin jumped, then sighed after realizing everythin was okay. "Jesus. What, did Amber give you a key, now?"

"No. She just went into the bathroom." Don replied. "…My Christmas was just ruined. How do you think yours will be?"

Robin raised an eyebrow, then looked at him, sprawled out, staring at the ceiling. "Alright. I'll bite. What happened?" She sat next to him.

"Well, my sister got into a fight with my dad, and my mom defended my dad, so now my sister got mad at mom, and because my mom got mad at my sister about it, my brother came to my sister's aid and now my whole family hates each other and my Christmas plans are cancelled." He replied, taking her cane from her and balancing it on his palm.

It had been like this the entire week that Robin was out of the hospital. When Flack got off work, he'd come over, collapse on the nearest piece of furniture, then tell her all of his little troubles, and she'd laugh at him or give him advice. Yes, it was dumb, but it was entertaining and each of them thought the other was good company for it, anyway.

"Seriously?" Robin laughed. "Nothing at all?"

"Zip." Don confirmed.

Robin shrugged. "Come with Adam and I, then, if Danny or Mac haven't invited you to theirs."

"No. Mac's leaving for his folk's soon, and Danny and Linds just want to be alone with Lucy. You serious about me coming with you?"

"Yeah. We may act like dorks, but we're cool on road trips. You'll get to meet the rest of the family. Not to mention my niece Lily, the one I told you that you'd love."

Don sat up, then looked her over, considering it. Adam did seem like a good guy, so what would it hurt meeting the people that brought him up- well, the good people who brought him up, at least. "Sure."

Robin laughed. "Just like that? No more considering?"

"Nope. Beats World War Three with my family."

"It can't be that bad."

"…Have you seen me angry?"

"Semi…?" Robin raised an eyebrow again.

Don snorted. "Oh, what you dealt with? Pft. That was like, a tenth of me angry. Now imagine that in full, then times that by five."

"Wow."

"Exactly. Now when do I pack?"

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Three days later, Don, Adam and Robin were on their way to New Jersey. The first few minutes consisted of the three arguing about who would drive which legs of the trip, then about where to stop for lunch and bathroom breaks. After Adam had lost a coin toss on who was going to drive first, they piled in the car and had begun the drive.

Within hours, they pulled down a block.

Adam, who was now in the back, grinned. "Welcome to my mom's neighborhood, Flack."

Don glanced around at the large properties and equally large, modern houses. "…You're shitting me."

Adam laughed. "Nope. This is it, and that's the house." Adam pointed to the left sideof the block.

Don followed his finger's path, then spotted the house that they were pulling up to. It was like a larger version of the one from "Father of the Bride", and that was large to begin with. "I repeat, you're kidding me." He ook in more of the area, then saw how many cars were around. Don stopped counting after twenty. It was definitely like "Father of the Bride", now.

"Nope." Robin laughed. "You should see the backyard."

"No thanks. I'm afraid it will bruise my ego." Don replied.

"Poor thing." Robin put the car in park and turned it off. However, the second she did so, someone tapped on the glass.

"Who's the punk-" Don began, taking in the sight of the brunette man now beside the car, but was cut off and winced when Robin squealed upon seeing the man. He looked at Adam, only to fint that Adam was already out of the car. He raised an eyebrow when Adam slid across the car's hood in order to launch himself at the "punk" and hug him. Robin was also out of the car, and when Adam was done, she too threw her arms around the brunette's neck and seemed to refuse to let go. He got out of the car and waited for the three to stop talking excitedly. About six minutes later, he realized it wasn't going to happen anytime soon. After another couple of minutes, the brunette finally noticed him standing there. "Hi. Who's this. Rob, a new boyfriend?"

Robin laughed nervously, then blushed. "Uh, no, actually, he's-"

"Adam?" the brunette looked at Adam and raised an eyebrow.

Don snorted, then came to he realization the eyebrow-raise was the same as Robin's, down to the angle as well. They must be siblings. However, the way the man said "Adam" and what the question really was finally hit him, as it did Adam.

"Oh, oh, dude, no. I'm not… this is my coworker- and well, I guess you could say friend, Don Flack I've told you about, Char."

The brunette licked his lips, then smiled at Don. "Hi. I'm Charlie. Their brother. Well, half brother, for all I know. Sorry about that little thing there. I just haven't seen these two in ages, who knows what could've changed." Charlie Ross shook Don's hand.

Don nodded. "Understandable… kind of." He decided to ignore the "for all I know" comment.

Charlie nodded again, then looked between him and Robin, then turned to her once more. "Only friend? Really?"

Robin and Don blushed a shade darker. "Yes, Char." Robin nodded slowly.

"Really? 'Cause Tyler's here and-"

Don went tense a second later when Robin suddenly threw herself into his arms, now. He went wide-eyed and gaped at her.

Robin pressed closer to him. "Hello, Lover."

Don blinked, then looked at Adam and Charlie. "Let me guess, Tyler's some crazy ex-boyfriend who she doesn't want to deal with?"

"Uh huh." The other three nodded.

"So I was brought here to be the pretend boyfriend?" Don clenched his jaw.

Robin pulled back and smacked his chest. "I'm not that much of a bitch, Don! I invited you cause you wanted to come. I didn't know Tyler was coming!"

"She sucks at lying." Charlie backed her up.

Don laughed. "I know that much."

Charlie grinned. "How, dare I ask?"

Don snorted. "Oh, just that-" R

Robin covered his mouth with her hand.

On rolled his eyes and licked her hand in order to get her off. It got the desired reaction- until she wiped her hand on his face. He glared at her, and she glared right back.

Charlie looked between them, then let out a chuckle. "Alright, then. A quarter of the family's inside. They're all waiting- especially the kids. They wanna see their favorite cousins and aunts and uncles- because I mean jack shit to them." He added the last bit sarcastically, but with enough emotion in his voice to let them know he was joking after all.

Sure enough, to back up his story, about six children came out, calling for Adam and Robin.

Don just watched in amazement as Robin and Adam somehow picked up three kids and started talking to all of them at once. He would never be able to do that.

When the three Rosses headed towards the house, Don followed and finally caught a glimpse of people inside the house. There were ten or more visible, and that was just in the living room. He started sizing up the house and estimating a number of people inside- then he heard various cheers, yells and other things coming from inside. What he was going to have to deal with for the next couple of days finally hit him. "Oh God… what'd I get myself into this time?"