Disclaimer: I do not own any of the CSINY characters, but Abby is mine!

A/N: You guys are so awesome with the reviews! You guys rock! I was originally only going to make this 6 or 7 chapters long, but I haven't done half the things I wanted to with it, so it may go a few chapters longer, if that's alright with you 

Chilli-peppers – Thanks!

Starcaoe – I had a friend name Don in school, and we used to call him Ducky all the time! Hope you enjoy this one!

Snowbear96 – hope this one is "sque" worthy too 

The Little Corinthian – we were actually taught the 'no glove, no love' saying in grade 7 health class! At least I learned something…

Wingsofabutterfly86 – glad you enjoyed it!

Demolished-soul – I'm gonna be mean and make Flack wait a little longer before he gets more action ;)

ForensicGeek14 – Hope you had fun at the wedding…here's an update for you!

Chapter 6

"So? How's it feel to be back?" Danny asked as he ducked under the crime scene tape.

Flack just looked at him and rolled his eyes.

"What do we have?" Lindsay asked as she pulled on her latex gloves.

"Alexander Foreti." Flack started reading from his notebook. "32 year old male, known in the area for his meth fabricating abilities. He lives in the apartment building across the street, and has a roommate."

"Shall we go have a look?" Lindsay asked.

Flack smiled. "We shall."

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"So?" Lindsay asked as the walked towards the building.

"So what?" Flack asked innocently.

"How are things with Abby?"

"You tell me. You seem to talk to her more than I do." Flack teased.

"I get her side of it, not yours." Lindsay laughed. "We're a lot alike you know. Kinda scary actually."

"I know, Danny and I have noticed."

"So? Things are good?" she asked.

"Ya. I'm waiting for her to get tired of waiting for me, y'know?" Flack said seriously.

"What do you mean?" Lindsay asked, surprised.

"It's been six weeks, and we've never….well, you must know, girl talk and all." Flack blushed a bit.

"I know things that would make you blush a lot more than that Flack." Lindsay smiled wickedly. "She has that 3 month policy anyways. In all seriousness, she's so happy right now. Think of how happy you are, and multiply that by a hundred."

"Really?" Flack smiled.

"Really, really. There are a few things, like she's dying to see you with a shirt off. She knows about the scars Don….throw the girl bone."

"Throw her a bone? Trust me; she doesn't want to see that." Flack sighed.

"Oh, but she does. Flack, she's a therapist, she's seen worse. Besides, love is blind, so you're lucky." She winked.

Flack scoffed. "Ready?" He said as the go to the apartment.

"Yup." She replied.

Flack knocked on the door. "NYPD."

There was some rustling and footsteps inside the apartment. Flack and Lindsay exchanged a look as they heard a window open.

Flack slammed his foot against the door of the apartment. The door burst open and he and Lindsay entered with their guns drawn.

"Flack! Window!" Lindsay said as she looked around.

Flack ran to the window to see who he assumed was the roommate climbing down the fire escape. Lindsay was already on the phone when Flack went down the fire escape. He was about halfway down when a sharp pain shot through his left side. The pain was overwhelming; he tried to grab the railing but missed.

"Flack!" he heard Lindsay call from above him as he fell and tumbled down the fire escape.

"Shit! Danny, help him!"

Flack wished he had passed out, save himself from the pain and embarrassment.

"Jesus, Flack, are you alright?" Danny asked worriedly as soon as he reached him.

Flack tried to talk, but he couldn't catch his breath. He heard Lindsay clamouring down the fire escape. "I called the medics, they're coming." She said once she reached them.

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Flack hated the hospital. He spent weeks here after the bombing, he couldn't stand the smell. He hated all the attention, people running around, tending to his every need. The looks on their faces when they opened his shirt. He could smell his own blood. 'Great.' He thought. 'Abby is gonna kill me.'

"Detective Flack. How are you feeling?" the doctor asked Flack once he was bandaged up and the tests were done.

"I feel fine, can I go now?" he practically begged.

"Detective Flack, you've cracked a few ribs, and opened up some of your scars. You also have a slight concussion." The doctor said seriously. "You can be released into the care of family or a friend in about an hour."

"Great, thanks."

"Don't thank me yet. You need to see a physical therapist before you are discharged. I think you need a little more help before you are back to chasing criminal down fire escapes."

Flack groaned. Abby really was going to kill him. If he had to go through therapy again, he wanted it to be Abby, not the grumpy old lady he had before.

"My, uh, girlfriend is a therapist here. Any chance it could be her?" he asked hopefully.

"Her name?"

"Abby Everett."

The doctor chuckled. "Are you sure?"

In spite of himself, Flack smiled. "Ya, might as well get it over with now, with witnesses around."

"Good, as long as you know what you're dealing with. I'll page her."

Danny and Lindsay came into the room once the doctor was gone.

"He's gonna page Abby." Flack smiled.

"Woah, you sure you wanna do that to yourself?" Danny laughed.

"I'd rather have her touching me than the crazy Judy lady I had before."

Danny smiled. "I hear ya, man."

"She's gonna be freaking out on the inside, so be kind, ok Flack? Take it seriously. This is her worst nightmare." Lindsay said seriously

"I know." Flack's eyes flicked over to the window as he saw Abby coming down the hallway. He saw her glance into the room quickly before she looked for the doctor.

All three of them watched as she talked with the doctor and looked through Flack's file. Her brow furrowed and it looked like she was arguing with the doctor. He flashed her a smile and put his hand on her shoulder. A surge of jealousy coursed through Flack's body as he saw Abby laugh and thank the doctor. She turned to go into Flack's room. The instant their eyes met, the smile fell off her face.

She came through the door with a stern look on her face.

"Do the words 'take it easy' not mean anything to you detective?" she asked.

Danny and Lindsay exchanged a look. "We will just leave you two alone."

"Not a chance. I'll do my preliminary exam and then he's all yours. I'll do up the paperwork for you too."

"You're pissed, ok. I get that now." Danny sighed. Lindsay shot him a look.

"The doc said I can be released into your care." Flack started.

"No." she said curtly as she wrote notes on her clipboard.

"What?" the three of them asked in unison.

"I don't think you should be released, and I have to work." She replied. "Danny can take you home."

"Abby, come on."

"No, Don, you come on. You needed to be careful. The one thing I asked you to do." She said with an eerie calm.

Flack scoffed. "Is that what you told the doc?"

"No, I told him I thought he should put in a Foley and keep you overnight." She said not looking up from her clipboard.

Danny snickered.

"Look, I know you're pissed, but I was doing my job." Flack argued.

"Fine, and now I'm doing mine." Was her response.

"Detective Flack, I'm going to run through a few tests with you. I need you to tell me if you feel any pain, ok?" she said formally.

"Abby…"

"You understand detective?" she asked looking him in the eye.

"Sure."

Lindsay and Danny watched as Abby treated Flack like she would any other patient. She

was friendly yet stern, and her touch was soft, yet impersonal.

"Ok, I need to check your bandages; can you take off your shirt?" She asked as she jotted down more notes.

Flack was silent. They all knew he was sensitive about his scars, especially when it came to Abby.

"No." he said finally.

She looked up from her clipboard. "Excuse me?"

"I said no."

"Well, I need to see the bandages so that I can determine what exercises you can or cannot do." She said, again in that eerie calm voice.

"Abby, please don't…"

"Don."

He sighed; at least she was using his first name. He started to pull off his shirt. The pain limited his actions. Lindsay could see that it was killing Abby to watch him struggle. She watched as Abby's eyes filled with tears as she watched him.

"Here, let me help you." She said, her voice quivering. This made Flack look up at her, concerned.

He stayed quiet as she helped him. He had just realized how much this affected her. As soon as his shirt was off, he saw her bite back a sob. Her eyes watered even more as she looked him over and wrote more notes.

"Ok, that's fine." She said and helped him put it back on. She turned to Danny. "Ok, here is the paperwork; he needs a week off, then desk duty for 2 weeks. I will need to clear him before he's back in the field."

"Sure thing." Danny said glancing between Flack and Abby.

Abby's breath hitched. "When you take him home, he can nap, but you need to wake him up every hour." Tears were running down her cheeks.

Don felt like shit now. "Abby…."

She turned to him. "I'll go over the exercises with you at home. I just cannot do this right now. I have some patients to see." She kissed him on the forehead and turned to leave. He grabbed her wrist.

"Don, just, I can't." she whispered, not trusting her voice.

He let her go and she turned to Danny. "I'm off at 6, I'll take over when I get home. That ok?"

Danny could tell there was no room for argument. "Sure thing, kiddo."

"Make sure he's comfortable, ok? Don't forget to wake him. Call me if you need anything." She smiled weakly.

"Got it, don't worry." He smiled, trying to reassure her.

Abby glanced back at Don once more before she left the room. They watched her lean against the door once it was closed. She took a breath and wiped her eyes. A nurse passing by stopped and they exchanged a few words. She took the papers from Abby and they went separate ways.

Lindsay turned to Flack. "Ready to go?"

"I screwed up." Flack sighed.