Flashback:
Jordan woke up early. Don said he'd be there around nine, and she wasn't all that enthusiastic about greeting him while her hair was all messy and she hadn't taken a shower yet. So that morning, she set her alarm for seven-thirty so she could take a long shower and pick out something that was subtly cute, while still appropriate for moving.
Standing in front of the closet wrapped in a towel, she pulled out a white racer-back tank top and a pair of sweats that clung nicely to her lower body. She put the clothes on and surveyed her reflection. Perfect. Casual and comfortable for moving, but I look nice. She smiled at herself and started toweling her hair dry. When she finished, she pulled it back in a high ponytail, effectively keeping her hair out of her face and showing off her smooth shoulders and slender neck.
Satisfied with her appearance, Jordan plopped back down on her temporary bed and let her thoughts wander for a while. In the week they had been partners, she and Don got along really well. Every meal they shared was an opportunity for them to get to know each other better and less than ten days after meeting him she already felt that she knew him her whole life.
She told him about growing up on the farm and what made her choose to be a cop. He told her about his family, especially his father and how it was sometimes difficult for him to be recognized as a cop in his own right and not as his father's son.
As the days went by, Jordan found herself being more and more attracted to her partner. This is one of the dumbest things you've ever done, Addison. Way to go, you fell for your partner, the partner that you've only known for a week.
Jordan groaned and gnawed at her bottom lip. She didn't know what to do with the situation. She liked Don. She liked his piercing blue eyes, his neat black hair, his tall, lanky frame, his lean strength. She also liked his intelligence, biting wit and sarcasm and sense of humor. She had never met a man who appealed to her as much as Don Flack, Jr. did.
Damn. This could get sticky. What if he doesn't like me back? she wondered. That is the least of your problems, Addison. You're a cop. You can not get involved with your partner, she scolded herself.
Jordan's thought were interrupted by her buzzer. She let Don in and took a deep breath. Here we go.
Flack bounced impatiently on his toes, waiting for Jordan to open her door. In his hand, he held a paper bag that contained two Starbucks lattes. As the door opened, Flack's breath caught in his throat. Jordan looked amazing. She was dressed simply in a tank top and sweatpants but she looked hot. Flack started to sweat.
"Morning, Don," she said, smiling at him. Her hair was pulled up today, but stray strands had begun to fall around her face. He resisted the impulse to tuck them behind her ear and instead held out the bag with a semi-strangled smile.
"Here, I brought us some coffee. I wasn't sure if you had your coffee maker out yet, so…" he gestured, offered her his gift.
She let out a happy gasp, "Oh, thank you! It's been ages since I've had a decent cup of coffee. No offense, but that sludge they keep in the station break room does not count."
Flack laughed, relaxing around her. She was always fun. As he had already admitted to Danny, he liked Jordan. She wasn't only pretty. She was also smart, funny, gutsy and she could needle Danny almost as well as he did. In his book, that counted a lot.
Flack followed her inside and shut the door behind him. She perched on one of the stools in front of the counter and motioned for him to join her. He chose a stool beside her and hooked his feet over the rungs of the stool. He grabbed the other cup inside the bag and took a long gulp. The coffee slid on his tongue and down his throat smoothly, leaving behind a bittersweet taste. Beside him, he heard Jordan make an appreciative noise as she drank from her cup. They stayed like that, silently focused on the scent and taste of good coffee.
They started chatting a few minutes later and Flack asked her what she planned to do with her apartment. She told him that she wasn't really a fussy person. She just wanted the furniture moved to where it should be and some of the boxes unpacked and she'd put in the little homey knickknacks on her own as she went.
"Sounds do-able," Flack commented. He looked around. "So, where do you want me to start?"
Jordan reluctantly got up from the stool. She enjoyed talking to Don. She'd been looking forward to today so she could spend time with him away from work.
She had a lot of stuff from L.A. She didn't realize how much stuff she had until she looked at the literal mountain of boxes in her new apartment. Stacked together, they resembled a child's jungle gym.
"Hold on," she stared at the heap of boxes and tried to recall what was inside which box. Knowing what was inside might help her in deciding where she wanted the boxes moved. She figured she'd separate the boxes into rooms and move the furniture later when there was more room.
She started climbing the boxes that were piled haphazardly in her soon-to-be living room. Flack watched her uneasily, wondering how sturdy the cardboard mountain was. As she reached the box in question, the pile teetered alarmingly for a second then stayed in place.
From the top of the pile, Jordan cut open the top of the box and saw that these boxes and saw that they contained stuff for the bedroom: sheets and other beddings. She called out to Flack, "The top boxes go into the bedroom. I'll figure out the rest later when we're done with those."
As she gave instructions, she made her way down from the pile of boxes. Suddenly, one of the boxes gave and she let out a yelp as she tumbled down. Flack reacted instinctively, catching her before she fell flat on her face on the floor.
The impact of her fall caused her to land on top of him and he was too surprised to regain his balance. In the end, both of them landed on top of the floor, with Flack taking most of the impact of the fall his back. He protected her by pulling her on top of him. They lay there for a minute, panting to regain their breath.
They suddenly realized that they were lying together on the floor, their bodies pressed together from the neck down.
Slowly, as though in a dream, Flack took hold of Jordan's ponytail and pulled her head down to his. He kissed her slowly, thoroughly, they way he thought of doing since the first time he saw her in the station house.
Jordan kissed him back, enjoying the feeling of his lips on hers. He kissed really well, with the perfect amount of tasting and nibbling. He didn't slobber on her, like some guys did. Instead, he found the perfect balance between moist and dry, gentleness and passion.
Minutes later, they pulled apart, breathing heavily. By that time, their positions were reversed. Jordan was on her back on the floor, and Flack was leaning over her, covering his body with hers so that he could kiss her more deeply.
Blue eyes met green. Both pairs were hesitant, unsure of what had happened, half-afraid of how the other might react.
Then Flack spoke, "I want to say I'm sorry, but I'm really not. I've been dying to do that since I saw you for the first time."
Jordan blushed, but she met his eyes steadily. She smiled softly at him. "I'm glad you did it."
Flack smiled back and gently pulled away from her. He tugged at her hands and sat back down on a stool in front of the counter. He pulled her close so that she stood between his legs and took a deep breath.
"Look, Jordan, I really don't know how this happened, but I like you," he said, gazing into her green eyes. "And I really want to get to know you better, beyond being my partner. Thing is, I'm not sure about a lot of things. I'm not really sure how that's supposed to work, and I'm not sure if you want the same thing that I want."
Hope leapt in Jordan's heart. She responded haltingly, "If it helps, I want the same thing, too." She brushed her fingers across his strong jaw and moved her hand to his shoulder. "But I'm also not sure about how that's supposed to work."
Flack looked at her thoughtfully. "So… Do you want to see where this will go?"
Jordan nodded shyly and a huge smile spread of Flack's face. "Okay, that works for me." He pulled her close for another kiss and hugged her. She linked her arms around his waist and felt the muscles on his back.
She pulled away for a moment, "What about work?"
Flack teased, "I guess we can make out in the station when you feel like it."
She laughed and socked him playfully on the shoulder. "No, you weirdo. What I meant was, how is this supposed to work when we're at work?"
Flack sobered up and tried to come up with a solution to the problem. "Well," he replied softly, rubbing his hand soothingly on Jordan's back as he tried to think, "technically speaking, what we do when we're off the clock is nobody's business. But when we're on duty, we're professionals. I don't think that either one of us would have it any other way." He asked her, "What do you think?"
Jordan considered his proposition for a moment. Then she smiled and kissed him. "Yep, that sounds good to me."
Flack laughed and pulled her close, kissing her again. "Wait. I have a question." He suddenly looked incredibly uncomfortable. "Actually, I have two questions."
Jordan's brow furrowed uncertainly. "What's wrong?"
Flack wondered how he was going to ask her this question. He hemmed and hawed and stalled until he couldn't take it anymore, he had to find out.
"See, Jordan," he cleared his throat. "It's just that…" his voice trailed off. "I'm not really sure how to say this, but I guess, I just wanted you to know that I'm not the kind of guy who dates more than one woman at a time." He cleared his throat again, obviously uncomfortable with where the conversation was going, even though it was his idea. "I guess I wanted you to know that as long as we're trying to see where this is going, I'm no going to be seeing any other women." He hastily added, "Not that I want you to do the same thing… Well, I kinda do… But I know I don't have the right… And it really is okay if you wanted to see other guys… Do you want to see other guys?" he asked, suddenly confused.
He was surprised when Jordan laughed. "Don, do you really think that I'm the kind of woman who dates more than one guy at a time?" He shook his head hopefully. "Good." She smiled at him. "So is this your way of telling me that you don't want us going out with other people for as long as we're… um… exploring?" she asked him.
He sighed in relief. "Kind of."
She laughed again. "Alright then. No seeing other people until we both decide that it's okay." She kissed him. "What was your other question?"
"Before we get to that, does that mean that you're my girlfriend?" he inquired, smiling back at her.
Jordan looked at him thoughtfully. "I don't know. What do you think?"
Flack plunged ahead, explaining himself. "Well, let's say that you run into some guy who hits on you and asks you to go out with him. And you say no, but then he asks, 'why do you have a boyfriend already?' What would you say?"
Jordan answered, "Hmm. I don't know. Would you want me to tell him that yes, I do have a boyfriend so stop hitting on me?"
Flack replied, with a satisfied smile, "Yeah, that sounds about right."
Jordan threw up her hands in mock exasperation. "Don, why do you keep asking me questions you already answered for yourself?"
Flack stared at her, perplexed. Then he realized that she was right. He did ask her things that he already knew. He was certain that he wasn't going to be seeing any other women while he had Jordan and he wanted to be able to call her his girlfriend. He grinned ruefully, "So you're saying that I should just spit out whatever it is that's in my head instead of beating around the bush?"
Stifling another laugh, Jordan responded, "Yeah that might be a better idea."
Flack smiled, "Do we tell people?"
Jordan looked lost in thought for a moment. "I don't know, Don. Do you think it would be okay?"
Flack considered the situation from all possible angles. "Well, we did agree to act professionally and that means no one who works around us is supposed to notice anything."
Jordan asked, "But let's say we go out with Lindsay and the other people from the lab? Do we act like there's nothing going on between us or do we act normally around them?"
Flack answered this automatically. "No, we can be normal around them. They're our friends."
Jordan smiled, relieved. She didn't want to have to hide anything from Lindsay and she doubted that she could if she even tried.
Flack kissed her one last time and hugged her tightly. "Okay, now we got most of the details ironed out, let's work on this apartment of yours."
Jordan laughed and led him back to the boxes.
Okay, that's it for now. I'm going to watch CSI NY first. I heard that Danny's going shirtless… So, there. Haha. :D How did you guys find this one? I hope Chapters 9 and 10 were good reads. Let me know what you think okay? I think I'm going to drag this fanfic out for as long as I can. I don't want to say good-bye to the OCs. :D What do you think? Please review. Thanks:D Moving Day will be continued after I watch the episode. :D