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And to my anonymous reviewer 'Someone in the wild': Yes, Don is with Jess, and I did say that he cheated on his girlfriend when he slept with Amy. This will cause some difficulties for him, but you never know where love might hide – one says it's always where you least expect it. I hope you're still going to read the story, but I did say it was Flack/OC, so this was to be expected. If you don't like that, that's totally fine and I'm happy you read till now. I hope though that you're not giving up on me and my story.

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When Don woke up the next morning, he at first didn't quite know where he was. The room he was in was different and so was the bed. Someone's head was resting on his bare chest. All he could see from his angle was a head full of curly, blonde hair. He closed his eyes and remembered where he was and who he was with. This head did not belong to his girlfriend, but to the British mystery lady he had spent the last night with.

Amy slowly shifted on his chest, so that now Don could see her sleeping face. She was smiling, as if she was dreaming of something pleasant. Her lips were slightly swollen and he took his hand to his, feeling them and realizing that his were swollen as well from all the kissing that had been going on last night.

Don sighed quietly, shocked and appalled by what he had done last night. He had cheated on his girlfriend. And to his dismay he now remembered that he had wanted to meet up with Jess last night to figure things out, but he had stood her up again – for Amy. He cared for Jess, he knew that, but he didn't know whether he cared for her as only a friend and colleague or if there were more feelings involved.

Don didn't know what was going on with him – he normally would have never done those things, never wilfully hurt someone he cared about. But ever since Amy had come into his life, he felt like a different person. Don wasn't quite sure whether he liked the new man he had become, but he certainly felt happier than he had ever done before. Sleeping with Amy had been something special and he had never felt as much at ease with himself than he did right now, lying in bed with her and her snuggling up to him the way she did.

Don wondered whether Amy was maybe a witch, who had cast a spell on him and he considered whether he wanted that spell to be broken or not. He realized that he was slowly falling in love with Amy and he knew that this was completely irrational because he barely knew her, and yet, it felt as if he'd known her all his life – it felt as if she had been the one person he had waited for.

Amy stirred and Don lightly kissed her hair. He was so cosy right now that he hoped he would never have to get up again. But as it is with most wishes, they will never come true – and so it happened that the atmosphere was disturbed by his phone ringing. He had to get up to answer it and so, when he did, he woke Amy up in the process. She rubbed her eyes and watched Don stand next to the bed, rummaging around in his trousers. She felt happy right now, still a little drowsy with sleep and yet, she didn't know when she had slept that well for the last time. Maybe it had been the satisfaction you normally felt after sex, she wondered. Watching Don in the middle of her hotel room, talking to someone on the phone, still naked from the night before – it just felt so right, as if this was the real purpose of Amy's life – to be happy with this man. She hoped that they would have a chance, but she doubted it – there were so many things unspoken between them and she wasn't sure that he would accept all the things she had kept from him.

"I got to go," Don said after having hung up the phone. He pulled on his trousers and put on his shirt, not looking back at Amy. The precinct had been on the phone, telling him that the file he had been waiting for was lying on his desk. He was happy for this distraction – it would buy him a little bit of time to clear up his mind.

"Ok," was all that Amy said, still lying in bed, covering herself up with the blanket.

When Don was fully dressed, he walked towards the door. When he opened it, he looked back at her one more time and said: "Guess I'll see you at work later."

Amy nodded and he left, closing the door behind him. She groaned and fell back on the pillow. She knew she couldn't go back to work, she had to leave town as quickly as possible. She would come back when it had all blown up and the dust had settled a bit. Maybe, some time in the future, she and Don Flack would have a chance.

Don arrived at the precinct and walked directly toward his desk, where a single file was lying on it. He sat down and opened it, but didn't get any further because Jess walked towards him.

"Aren't those the clothes you've been wearing yesterday?" she simply asked.

Don didn't know what to say, he knew that she was fuming for having been stood up again. "Look, Jess…" he started, but was immediately interrupted by her.

"I have a big case on my hands today, so I really don't want to hear your crappy excuses right now. I also know that setting a date with you won't be a good idea – you'll be a no-show anyway. So honestly, I have no idea what to do with you at the moment. I suggest we just don't talk to each other for a while. Avoidance is the key," she said and left.

Don took a deep breath and started on reading the file. He didn't know what to do about either Jess or Amy at the moment and so he decided to bury himself with work.

The case file was really old and the papers inside already yellowed. It was all typed with a typewriter – work in times when computers hadn't existed yet.

The murdered couple had been Céline and Ian Silverman from Raleigh, North Carolina. They had been found murdered in their own kitchen, both stabbed multiple times in back and chest. Their bodies had been discovered by one of their neighbours, Kendra Jennings and her husband Jim. They had left a 5-year-old daughter, Amélie, behind. There had been no real suspects and because forensics had barely existed back then, the case had never been closed.

Don had to admit that it all sounded as if this had been the killer's first victims. Between this murder and the next Don could find, there had been more or less exactly ten years. So what had happened in those ten years? Had there been more victims that Don didn't know of?

Don was already up to go find Mac, when he realized the little blinking envelop symbol on the desktop of his computer. At that moment, he had already forgotten about his friend in London and he hadn't expected an answer back from him. So much more surprised was he now to find an answer in his inbox.

Reading through the mail made his blood boil. He was shocked to now have proof of Amy's lies to him and to the whole team. Amélie Gerrard, he murmured. He couldn't believe that it was a coincidence – her showing up here in New York where Deputy Inspector Stanton Gerrard had worked and lived all those years. Then Don remembered that the five-year-old girl's name in the North Carolina case from 1989 had been Amélie as well. Don quickly did the maths and then got up and stormed off in the direction of the crime lab.

I know this one is short in comparison to my other ones, but it'll take us right into action. Stay tuned for Amy's story – you can read it tomorrow!

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