Sorry I took forever posting this. I had to come up with this "filler/transition" chapter to lead into the next couple and had a hard time with it. Anyway, here it is. Thanks again, in advance for reading and reviewing! :)

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Elizabeth followed David back to the precinct in a separate squad car. She waited while he was booked and processed, trying to get through to a defense lawyer that she knew. She went with Mac to let David know that she was in the process of getting a lawyer, and Mac promised not to question him until he had one. Flack offered to drive Elizabeth home. She had protested, he had just been shot after all, but he insisted that she get home safe, and that he be the one to see to it. She gave in; she was exhausted.

Now at Elizabeth's front door, once again, Elizabeth was trying to put Flack at ease.

"Honesty, I'll be fine."

"You sure?"

They had been over this same dialogue a few times. Elizabeth nodded. "Positive. You said yourself, he's locked up, he's not getting out, there's nothing to worry about."

"I know, I know," Flack said.

"Ok, well, thanks for the ride. Get some sleep, huh?" Elizabeth told Flack, turning to unlock her door. Once she did and was in, they said their good nights. Elizabeth closed her door and paused for a moment, resting her head on the back of the door. Suddenly she opened it, yelling for Flack, fearing he'd already left.

"Yeah?" He turned on the staircase.

"Would you….mind, staying?" The words scared her, once she heard them come out.

Flack nodded, smiling.

A few minutes later, Elizabeth had pulled out some extra blankets and a pillow from her closet. She had offered Flack a drink, but he declined. There was a long silence, as Elizabeth closed the fridge. "OK, well," she said, slowly.

"Listen, I know it's late, well, rather, early, but, uh, I just, uh, wanna know, what's goin' on here?"

Elizabeth, pulling her hair up into a bun, was confused. "Whaddya mean?"

"I mean. This," Flack made a small gesture with his hands in the air space between him and Elizabeth. "You tell me that you need space, that you don't wanna get involved in a relationship, I still don't know if that is in general, or with me, specifically, and now you invite me to spend the night?"

"C'mon, you know it's not like that, one of us is sleeping on the futon!" Elizabeth practically yelled, still, jokingly. "And I asked you to stay partly because it is late…And about this whole needing space thing, you did a real good job giving it to me- asking me out to drinks and dinner practically every other night! You made it real hard for me to figure things out!" Elizabeth reached back into the fridge and took out a water.

"Oh, excuse me for liking you and wanting to spend time with you! It's my fault then. I'm the one making this hard?" Don stood up off the stool he was perched on, his voice growing more angry.

Elizabeth swallowed a lump in her throat, rubbing her temples, trying to erase her ever-growing headache. "I cant think anymore," she sighed exhausted. " I'm too tired. Look, if you wanna stay, the bathroom's to the left," she motioned around the kitchen counter, "and I'm sure you can work a futon. If you wanna go, that's fine. I wont be mad." She grabbed the bottle of water from the counter and left for her room. She slammed the door once she was inside.

The next morning, Elizabeth rose, still groggy from the previous night. She stretched slowly, then jumped in the shower. She dressed quickly, having taken too much time in the shower, the warm water and steam, lulling her back into a sleepy state. As she reached in the cupboard for a granola bar, she noticed the futon was back into it's 'couch' position, the pillow and blanket on top. The blanket, though folded, was haphazardly draped across the arm. She smiled to herself. Don had stayed the night.

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It's short- I know. :P