Disclaimer: I do not own any of the CSINY characters, but Abby is mine!
A/N: The reviews are great guys, thanks! I am going to NYC on Friday, so I'm running around like crazy trying to get everything in order before I leave. I'll try to post another chapter before I go. I'll write during the flights and layover, so hopefully I'll have stuff to post when I get back. I'm off to London a few days after I get home from NYC, so they'll be a few more days of no posting. Hope you are all having a great summer!
Chapter Three
"So she owes you one, eh?" Lindsay asked with a smile as they were getting ready to leave the lab.
Flack grinned. "Actually two, but I counted the kiss as one. Dinner tonight is the second."
"Very smooth Flack." Danny butted in. "How you gonna deal with the cat? You couldn't even last 30 minutes."
"She's locking her up and cleaning before I get there. I've been told to take benadryl before I go over." He smiled.
"She must like you…" Lindsay winked.
"You never locked your cat up for me." Danny said.
"You're not allergic! Takes a lot for us to lock our beloved pets in a back room." Lindsay smiled. "Better make it worth her while 'Ducky'."
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Flack was nervous. He couldn't even remember the last time he was this nervous. 'Get it together' he said to himself as he took a deep breath before he knocked on Abby's door.
He heard her walking towards the door and check the peephole. His stomach flipped as he heard the lock slide. Abby had a smile on her face that made his knees feel like jello – again.
"I thought I said this was a casual dinner…" she said motioning towards his suit.
"Sorry, I didn't want to be late, and I just came from work." He said sheepishly.
"That's okay Ducky. I'll forgive you this time." She winked as she stepped away from the door and motioned for him to come in.
"Smells good." Flack noted.
Abby smiled. "Good! I was worried you wouldn't like my cooking. Chicken with rice and sautéed veggies ok?" she asked.
"Wow. You always eat so healthy?" he teased.
"Of course! I'm a health professional. It would be like asking you if you always check out shady people on the subway." She scoffed.
Flack was about to comment when he heard the most horrible noise coming form the back of the apartment.
"What the hell was that?" he asked, his hand automatically going for his gun.
"Easy detective, it's just Miss Piggy. She's extremely miffed that I've locked her in my room." Abby laughed as she went into the kitchen.
"Need help?" Flack asked as he peered down the hall to see Miss Piggy's paws sticking our from under the door of Abby's room.
"I've got it, thanks. You want anything to drink?"
"Drink would be nice. Are you sure she's gonna be okay in that room?" he asked.
"She'll be fine. She's just putting on a show. Here you go. Dinner'll be ready in a minute."
"Milk?" he asked smiling.
"What? It's good for you Ducky. I can add some chocolate to it if you'd prefer?" she teased.
"Very funny."
Abby walked back into the kitchen to get dinner. Flack watched her walk away, his gaze dropping down her back, over her hips, to her… 'This has GOT to stop.' He told himself closing his eyes. 'She's probably got a boyfriend…a young boyfriend. I bet she's a great girlfriend, with that body…'
"Are you okay Ducky?" Abby asked as she came out of the kitchen with two plates.
Flack's eyes snapped open. "Uh, ya, fine. Looks good."
"You sure? You look a little flushed." She asked, concerned.
Flack had never been so embarrassed. "Fine, just a long day at work." He smiled, trying to cover his embarrassment.
"Well then, you should eat, take a nice warm shower and head to bed. Actually, a bath is probably better….nothing like a bath to calm you down." She smiled. "Have a seat. I'll go get more milk."
Flack groaned inwardly as he took his badge and gun off his belt and took his notebook out of his pocket. 'Try not to picture her in the bath.' He repeated to himself as he set his things on the table near the door.
Dinner went a lot better than Flack figured it would. Conversation flowed well. They told each other about their childhood, work and friends. She was interesting to say the least. After 3 hours of chatting and laughing. Abby finally pulled the plug on the evening.
"Oh my goodness! Look at the time! Ducky, you better get home! You have to work tomorrow, right?"
Flack hated to admit it, but she was right. "Ya, I better get goin'."
"We should do this again sometime." She smiled. "Kind of nice having someone other than Miss Piggy to eat with."
Flack's heart almost burst. "Sure, although next time at my place, so you don't have to lock up the cat." He smiled.
"Ya, sorry about her yelling all evening."
"Hey, no problem. This was fun." He replied as he clipped his gun and badge back onto his belt.
Abby held the door open for him as he stepped out into the hallway. He mustered up all the courage he has as he turned to her.
"Maybe Thursday night, we could eat at my place?" He asked hopefully.
Her face scrunched up. "Sorry, I can't. Some friends are coming down from home to visit."
Flack's face fell. "Oh well, I'll see you around then?"
"Ya, can I take a rain check on the dinner?" she asked hopefully.
"Sure" Flack smiled. "G'night."
"'Night Ducky." She replied. Flack was almost certain she was blushing.
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"So, Romeo, how was the date?" Danny asked as he walked up on the crime scene.
"It was nice." Flack said looking up at Danny for only a split second.
"Just fine."
"It was dinner Messer. That's all. She was just thanking me for the cat thing."
"Could we perhaps focus on the crime scene?" Lindsay piped up.
"Ya, sorry. Vic is a Jane Doe for now. A guy jogging with his dog found her at 7am. He checked for a pulse." Flack said.
"Since when do you take 'official detective notes' on scrap pieces of paper Flack?" Danny teased.
"Look, I couldn't find my notebook, alright. I think it fell out of my pocket in the car or somethin'." Flack said defensively.
"Easy man." Danny laughed. "I'll look around, Montana, you got the body?"
Lindsay nodded in acknowledgment.
"You seem on edge a bit Flack. Not like you to misplace things." Lindsay smiled. "This wouldn't have anything to do with…"
"No!" Flack cut her off. The look on her face said she didn't believe him.
"It's ok to admit that you can't stop thinking about her…"
"It's not that. We just….I don't know. She's probably seeing someone, she's young and beautiful. She belongs with some good looking successful businessman or somethin'." Flack replied.
"What makes you think that?" Lindsay inquired. Interested in hearing Flack's reasoning.
Danny called both of them over.
"We'll continue this later." Lindsay told Flack as she stood up.
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"Pig? Miss Piggy? Come on. I don't want to play this game…you want your breakfast or not?" Abby called from the kitchen. She poked her head out into the hall.
"Pig, what are you playing with now?" she asked as she walked over to the cat. "Hmmm, that looks important, I don't know if you should be chewing on that…"
She bent down and pushed Miss Piggy away from the mystery object. Abby recognized it instantly. "Pig, is that what I think it is?"
They both sat and stared at it for a few moments. "I should call him, right? May be something important in there, no?"
Abby picked up the notebook. Miss Piggy had chewed a corner, but it was still intact.
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Danny and Lindsay watched through the glass as Flack interviewed the man whose wallet was found near Jane Doe's body.
Flack's phone started to vibrate against the table beside Danny and Lindsay. The both looked over at the phone. Danny reached for it, but Lindsay grabbed his arm.
"You can't answer that!" she said.
"Hey, he is the one who purposely left his phone out here." Danny defended.
"Ya, so he wouldn't be interrupted. Not so you could answer it."
"Too bad. I'm answering it. Could be related to the case." Danny smiled.
"Curiosity killed the cat." Lindsay muttered as Danny picked up the phone.
"Detective Flack's phone, how can I help you?" he answered smirking at Lindsay.
"Oh, um, could I speak to Detective Flack, please?" Abby said, surprised Flack didn't answer his own phone.
"Sorry, he's busy at the moment, this is Detective Messer, can I take a message?" Lindsay just shook her head; Danny was having too much fun with this.
"Oh, well, this is his gir…uh, neighbor, he left his notebook at my place, I thought he might need it." Abby stammered 'I cannot believe I almost said girlfriend' she said to herself.
"Maybe you could bring it by, you know, chain of custody and all that." Danny bit back a laugh.
"Oh, sure."
"Bring it to the CSI headquarters, 21st floor. Ask for Detective Flack or me, Detective Messer."
"Ok, in about an hour?"
"Sure, thing."
"Okay, thanks Detective Messer."
"Oh no, thank you." With that, Danny hung up the phone.
"You are unbelievable Messer." Lindsay said incredulously.
"Which is why you are so attracted to me." He winked at her. "She's got his notebook; she'll be here in an hour with it."
"Chain of custody?" Lindsay laughed.
"Ya, well, she believed it. She also almost called herself his girlfriend, but quickly covered up with neighbor." Danny smiled.
Lindsay raised her eyebrows. She turned to look at Flack in the interrogation room. 'This could be interesting…' she thought to herself, not wanting to give Danny the satisfaction of knowing that she thought his idea was a good one.