Chapter Twelve

How you spend your minutes is all that matters

All tomorrows come from yesterdays

When you're feeling broken bruised

And sometimes shattered

Blow out the candles on the cake

Like everything's a big mistake.

Bon Jovi – I Am

I stirred, groaning at the banging in my head. Something warm was pressed against my back, someone breathing on my neck. My eyes snapped open remembering the final moments of last night. I felt Flack's arm pulling me closer as he moaned in his sleep. His breath tickled my neck. I edged away from him, little by little. His arm still held me captive. I cringed remembering the lack of clothes on Flack's body. Lifting his arm as calmly as I could to try to shift my body underneath and away from him. Don rolled over knocking me off the bed as he did so. I fell off it with a huge thud. Flack's eyes opened instantly, his focus on me. I let out a tiny shriek. Don lifted his head, frowning at me sitting on the floor. Looking down at himself he yanked the covers over his body, glaring at me.

"Where are my clothes?" he growled from beneath the mound of covers. I threw his pants at him.

"Don't look at me I didn't take them off, you did that all by yourself." I retorted. Flack over at my rumpled slept in clothes, as I stood up. I rolled my eyes.

"You got so drunk, I had to lug you up the stairs, you started whining abut how I called you fat, which by the way I didn't. Then you ran in here, threw your pants at me and pretty much passed out." Flack stared at me open mouthed. I smiled wickedly before leaving the room.

"By the way blue's a great colour for you." I chuckled to myself whilst going to the kettle to make coffee, and to retrieve the pain killers I'd tucked away somewhere. I glanced at my phone on the way. I snatched it up seeing four missed calls from Mac. Instantly I hit the redial.

"Hey Mac. What's up?" I asked yawning. I spooned coffee into two mugs.

"Carmen?" he sounded surprised.

"Yes it's me." I stated pouring the hot water into the mugs.

"I know it's your day off, but I'm short handed, I need you to come in." I checked my watch, and then used a spoon to stir the coffee.

"I'll can make it in an hour?" I said adding milk.

"That's great, tell Flack to get in too." I froze.

"What?" I responded, staring down at the coffee mugs.

"You rang me back on his phone; I guessed he'd just crashed at yours after the state he was in."

"His phone?" I repeated.

"I'll see you in an hour." Mac hung up, I pulled the phone away staring at it.

"Shit." I murmured slamming Flack's phone down on the work surface as he exited the bedroom, wearing his crumpled suit, he shrugged his jacket on.

"What's up?"

"Mac wants us in, in an hour; I just rang him back from your phone." I said. Flack's eyes widened.

"What? I didn't do it on purpose." I said Flack said nothing and just picked his phone up and slipped it into his jacket. I knew he was mad at me; he didn't want any rumours of our non relationship tainting his reputation.

"He knows that you just crashed." I thrust a cup of coffee into his hand. He looked down at it and sighed.

"I'm sorry." He murmured. "I'm a bad morning person."

"Really I never would of guessed." I smirked sipping my own coffee. I slide the packet of headache tablets towards him. He took them gratefully. He checked his watch, gulping the coffee down.

"I'm going home to grab a shower and change. I'll pick you up as soon as I'm done." I smiled appreciatively. I led him to the door.

"I owe you a coffee." He said as I handed him his badge.

"Catch you later." I waved, closing the door behind him.