Here's the 10th chapter for everyone, sorry I didn't update on Friday. My school had our Christmas Formal on Wednesday, which I might add was amazing! And Friday was my birthday, so we had a little gathering with friends, and I watched The Dark Knight on Saturday.

Anyways... On with the show!

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Have you ever had one of those times where you've regretted something so much that you'd be willing to go back in time to alter the outcome? Flack regretted all of this, everything that had happened. Never, in his whole life, had he wanted to change something this much.

"That should be me in there." He whispered.

He'd give anything to change places with Angell. It should be him who was in there; he deserved it, not Angell. She didn't do anything wrong, not a thing. If anything, Angell deserved honours, anything would be greater than this.

Many minutes passed by. Those minutes soon turned into hours. And as those minutes ticked by, so did Angell's life. There hasn't been any news on Angell's well-being, good or bad. Not one person said a word. Not one person made a sound.

Mac sat by Stella, talking in whispers. Mac was like a father to Angell. He was like the father she never had. Dale Angell only ever cared about her brothers. He only gave attention to her because Angell was his only daughter and was the baby of the family.

Stella was like a big sister. She was someone that Angell could go to if she was in the dumps, or just needed to talk. Lindsay was more of a little sister, but if Stella wasn't around or was busy, Angell would go to her. She and Lindsay were the best of friends, they would always get coffee together or just plain-old hang out.

Danny was like a brother. He would always be joking around, but would become serious in an instant.

But Flack, he was different. He was someone that would help any of his friends, no matter what the problem was. Angell could always trust Flack with anything. Flack would go out of his way to protect his friends, his family. He took many things seriously when it came to doing the right thing.

Flack looked down at the watch on his wrist. 11:37pm. 12 hours. Nearly 12 hours since Angell was wheeled into surgery. More than a day since the whole ordeal. Flack stared down at the half empty coffee cup in his hands. It was cold... Angell had always hated cold coffee...

Flack walked towards the doors to the precinct. He was almost 10 minutes late for his first meeting with his new partner who had already arrived.

Flack walked up to the big doors and pulled them open. He was greeted with loud laughter along with the other usual sounds.

"Dierks must be telling one of his jokes." Flack said, smiling to himself.

The laughter grew louder as Flack walked closer. Standing in the middle of the room was Dierks, holding a cup of coffee high above his head. A woman stood in front of him, her back turned towards Flack. She was tall (but not as tall as he) and slender. Her long, brown hair ran like a waterfall down her shoulders as she placed her hands on her hips.

"C'mon, give me my coffee back!" the women said, standing on her toes to reach the cup, which was still out of reach. "I'm serious! The first time it was a little funny, but now you're pushing it!"

Flack cleared his throat and started to walk towards the woman. "Stealing people's coffee again, Dierks?" he asked.

Dierks flashed a toothy grin. "Ah look! Donny boy has come to join the fun! And yes, it's like a tradition, take the coffee and we see how pissed the new girl gets!"

The woman suddenly took a step back and glared at Dierks. "New girl?" she said, her voice on the verge of yelling.

Everyone had stopped what they were doing and turned their attention to the conversation. Dierks had obviously said the wrong thing.

"First it was taking the coffee, but new girl?" she asked, her eyes narrowing.

"Well like I said. It's a tradition..."

"Tradition or not doesn't mean you should do it! What, do you get your jollies by pissing people off?" She half-yelled, her hands scrunched into fists.

"Um, Dierks. You shouldn't have..." Flack started, but was stopped short.

"What?" the woman said, turning to face him. She crossed her arms across her chest and continued. "You've come to join the fun too?"

Flack quickly shook his head. Hi didn't want to be on the wrong side of her books. "No, absolutely not! I was going to say now stupid it was that he messed with you in the first place and what an idiot he is. I'm Don Flack by the way." He said, putting his hand out.

The woman smiled and uncrossed her arms to shake Flack's hand. "Thank-you. I'm Jessica Angell."

Dierks suddenly gulped. "Angell?" he said, almost in a whisper. "Does your father happen to be a Detective Sergeant?"

Angell raised an eyebrow and nodded. "Yes, Detective Sergeant Dale Angell. Why, you know him?"

Dierks quickly put the coffee on what was to be Angell's desk. Pretending to look at the clock on the wall, he said "Oh, would you look at the time! I better get going!" Dierks quickly ran to the doors and a few minutes later, you could hear the squealing of tires zooming down the street.

"Wow, that sure got him a run for his money. I wonder why he acted like that when I said my name." Angell asked, looking at the still swinging doors.

'Your dad and Dierks have had a long, not so pretty history. One that involves kicking Dierks ass."

Angell laughed and grabbed the cup off the desk. "Don Flack. So I guess you're my new partner huh?"

New partner? Flack had completely forgotten why he was here in the first place. Opening the folder in his hands, he saw that his new partner was indeed Jessica Angell.

Angell took a sip of her coffee, but then grimaced at its taste. That didn't go unnoticed by Flack, who looked up from the folder.

"Is something wrong?"

Angell shook her head and put the cup back on the desk. "Don't worry." She said, smiling. "Coffee's cold."

But that was then and this is now. Everyone wishes we could go back to the good old times. Where there was no violence and everyone was happy and got along. Not where in some places, people were scared to walk outside, let alone downtown in the city.

Again, Flack looked at the watch on his wrist. 11:45. Why is it when you're waiting, the time goes slow. Really, really slow.

Dale Angell sat in the plastic chair, rubbing his thumb over the picture in his hands. It was of Angell when she was just 6 years old. She was dressed in her hockey equipment, her helmet lying on the ice beside her. Angell's hockey stick was clutched in her hands, a huge grin on her face. Angell was proudly showing off her tooth that had just gotten knocked out.

"At least it was a baby tooth!" she had said.

Dale flipped the picture over and looked at the writing on the back. Jessica Angell. 6 yrs old. 5th hockey game.

"She looks just like her mother." Dale whispered. "Why can't things go back to the way they used to be?"

A quiet creak filled the hallway. A doctor walked through the doors and headed over to the group.

"I'm looking for Jessica Angell's family?" he asked, looking at all eight people.

"Yes, I'm her father. These people work with her and are very close friends." Dale said, standing up quickly. Everyone's eyes and attention went straight to the doctor. "How is Jessica? Is she alright?"

Flack's eyes flicked up and he looked at the doctor.

"The injuries Detective Angell sustained were and are life threatening. She had several broken and fractured ribs. Her left arm is broken in more than five places, so we put in some metal pins. The femur and tibia in her right leg are fractured, so they also have some pins in them..."

"And the gunshot wound? What about that?" Sheldon asked.

"Please, I was getting there. As I was saying, Detective Angell has a severe concussion and we put her on an incubator. And as for the gunshot wound...."

"Is it bad? Is Jessie okay?" Dale asked.

"Um, the bullet ripped through some of the internal organs and caused massive internal bleeding. Losing all the blood the blood she did made her go into cardiac arrest. We managed to stop the bleeding and removed the bullet, but...."

"But what?" Flack yelled, grabbing the man's shirt.

"Detective Angell is in a coma and I honestly wouldn't be surprised if she never regained consciousness."

Flack dropped the man to his feet. He put his hands on top of his head and sighed. Might never wake up?

"But- I, uh, also have some good news. Detective Angell has to be the strongest person I have ever seen. Most people who go the extensive surgery almost never make it." The doctor said, putting a hand on Flack's shoulder. "You're lucky to have a friend and daughter like her."

"When can we see her?" Mac asked.

"Right now, if you like. She's been transferred to ICU on the fifth floor." Everyone stood up and started to head over to the elevators when the doctor stopped them. "But I must warn you. The next 72 hours are critical, it's touch and go from here on out."

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Flack walked straight out the elevator once the sliding doors opened. E167 was the room Angell was in. As he neared the door, Flack suddenly stopped. He couldn't go in there. Not after what had happened.

Flack felt a hand being placed on his shoulder. Looking up, Flack's eyes connected with blues ones. "Don't be afraid." Dale said. "We can wait, you go first. You deserve it."

Flack took a deep breath and put his hand on the door knob. Closing his eyes, Flack gave it a twist and the door slowly swung open. He quietly shut the door, not wanting to see the sight before him. He took another deep breath, opened his eyes and slowly turned around.

Angell was so pale. That was the first thing Flack saw. The only thing that stood out in the room was the color of Angell's hair; she was almost as pale as the white sheets. There was a tube that was going down Angell's throat, to keep the airway open.

The cast on her left arm went all the way to her shoulder. The cuts on her face were stitched up as were the cuts on her other arm, which was connected to an IV. Flack knew that under the sheets, her right leg was in a cast and that her whole torso was covered in bandages.

Flack pulled a chair beside the bed and grabbed Angell's hand lightly. It was as cold as ice. A slow, but steady beep was the only sound to be heard in the room.

"Jessica Angell, what has the world done to you?" Flack said aloud.

"You know what? I am such a fool, letting this happen to you. I should've stopped this from happening or at least should have protected you." Flack said, a tear rolling down his cheek.

"Please, Jess. Please don't die. You're the best thing that ever had happened to me. Without you, I would be nothing. I can't afford to lose you." Flack pulled the chair closer to the bed, many tears now falling down his face.

"Please, give me a sign. A wink, a smile, anything! I have to know you're with me! Please! I need to know, because I.... Because I love you." Flack said, whispering the last four words.

He really did love her. Flack didn't love her just because of her looks, but because of the person that Angell was. He loved Angell because of her trust, kindness and everything in between. It was love at first sight.

"I loved you the moment I saw you. The moment I walked through those doors and saw you standing there. Please, just let me know you're with me." Flack brought Angell's cold hand to his lips. "Please, I love you."

Sure enough, Flack felt the cold hand in his give a slight twitch.

I love you too.

And that's the end of chapter 10! I hope you all liked it! For all the people who review, (and please do!) I would like to send personal messages instead of replying directly, because for some reason, my darn computer won't let me! I also apologized about the spacing, again the computer was and is retarded.

Happy Holidays!

Yeslek.