Well here is your next chapter, thanks again to mercy4vr for revewing, I will try and check out LiveJournal, I've just joined but I've yet to look through it, so much schoolwork and exams. But fanfic keeps me going and distracts me (oops). ANyway please read and review!

Chapter 3- Nightmares and Memories

That night, Flack was surprised when his doorbell rang and he found Aiden there. He didn't know why he was surprised, he honestly wasn't sure how their relationship was gonna work. But he was glad to see her, there was denying that. Even Aiden realised this, when he opened the door and grinned broadly at his visitor.

She smiled back and then surprised him even more by grabbing him and kissing him passionately.

"Hey." He said.

"Hey." She said.

"Good day?"

"Long day."

Grabbing her hand, he lead her to the couch. For the rest of the evening, they talked and ate and watched TV, they were just being happy, being normal, being together.

"You don't have to go, Aiden." Flack said as she put her coat on.

"I can't stay here, I've got an early day tomorrow."

"Sure you can stay."

"Oh yeah, because we won't be sleeping late." Aiden countered, she knew how Flack's mind worked and she knew how he could quickly change hers.

"Look I promise, just sleeping tonight."

Aiden looked at him and saw he could be serious, so she naturally relented. "Alright. But I call the shower first."

With that she ran for the bathroom before Flack could even blink.

"Hey that's not fair. It's my place." Flack cried running to the bathroom, but it was too late, Aiden had already locked it and put the water on.

"Too slow." Aiden called out. Flack smiled, and went to his bedroom, waiting for Aiden.

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"No, Get the hell outta here, NO, NO! STOP! Someone help!" Flack was twisting and turning in bed, but it was the screams of terror that woke Aiden up. Looking over at the clock and saw it was 3:34 am.

"Flack, wake up. Don, you're just having a nightmare." Aiden said, shaking the man next to her. "Wake up, Flack."

At last he did, and as soon as he woke up, his breathing became erratic and his was shaking a little. Aiden noticed this and gathered the bed covers around him, trying to comfort him.

"You're alright Flack. You're OK, there's nothing here. It was a nightmare, a nightmare. Nothing to worry about."

Flack swallowed hard and tried to calm down. Aiden just held his hand and stroked his face tenderly.

After a few minutes, Flack went to get a glass of water from the kitchen. Grabbing his shirt which was too long for her, Aiden put it on quickly and followed Flack to the kitchen.

She saw him drink the water in one gulp, but his hand was still shaking slightly.

"Flack? Flack, come sit down." She guided him to the table and held his hand. "Flack, how long have the nightmares been going on."

"Aid, what are you-"

"Don, I heard you, I saw you." Aiden said, she knew Flack hated being scared and hated it more if anyone knew about it.

"Ever since I got out the hospital. That was two months ago. They're just every few weeks. It's like something happens that triggers the memory and I just remember bits and pieces of what happened."

"Like what?"

"Like fireworks, my neighbour had some the other night."

Aiden thought back and remembered the previous week, Flack had come in looking very exhausted and she had even caught him napping in the break room.

"Flack, why didn't you tell anyone?" Aiden asked, even though she knew the answer.

"Because I didn't want anyone to worry about me, and you know what I'm like Aiden."

"Yeah, well you don't have to worry about the nightmares anymore. I'm here." She said smiling gently, trying to reassure him. And Flack did feel more reassured.

"Flack, can you actually remember what happened when the bomb went off?"

"No, not everything." Flack said truthfully.

"You can't? I mean, I had no idea. You haven't talked about it and so everyone just assumed that you had got over it."

"I can hear Mac's voice telling me I'm OK, I can remember the pain in my stomach and I remember feeling cold. I remember the explosion and seeing you at the ambulance. Then the hospital and that's about it."

"Do you want to talk to Mac about it?"

"No, he doesn't want to be a hero. I know he's glad he saved my life but he doesn't want to be put on the spot and worshipped. Come on, you know Mac."

"Yeah, I guess. I'm sorry I can't help you remember. But you'll get through it, I know you will."

"I will in time."

"Sure. And when you do I'll be here."

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"Hey Stella." Flack called a few hours later. He had managed to get a few more minutes of shut-eye with Aiden's help.

"Hey Flack, what you got?"

"News on the gangs. One of them, the Miller Tools, they're just a bunch of kids. They were spray painting an empty warehouse and get this, they were using red. And get this more."

Stella smiled glad to see her old friend back to his enthusiastic and sarky self.

"They saw the victim lean against their art work around 5:45."

"5:45? That's a bit early for teenagers."

"They were heading home for bed around that time."

"Nice. Is that it?"

"I took all their knives and they are ready in the Lab to process."

"Great, wanna help?" Stella asked.

"Sure." Flack liked helping the CSI's at times and he learnt a little something now and then.

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Aiden smiled when she saw Flack in the Lab with Stella processing evidence. She liked seeing him back at work, lot's of people did. But she was drawn out of her thoughts by Lindsay.

"Hey Aid. The suspects here. Officer Nelson picked him up a few minutes ago."

"Great, I'm on my way. I just got distracted…"

"By Flack?" Lindsay teased.

"Easy, you're getting worse than Danny." Then it was Lindsay's turn to blush.

"Come on, let's go."

The girls left just as Flack got the glimpse of his girlfriend's long, black hair retreating down the hall.

"Flack." Stella said.

"Sorry, I'm paying attention."

"Really? Well which knife has the blood on it?"

"Um…"

"None."

Flack turned to her. "None?"

"Nope, the gang's free to go. Unless there was another knife they had."

"We didn't find it at the scene."

"Did the kids say if they saw anyone else looking around?" Stella asked.

"Let's go check with them."

"OK."

Flack and Stella peeled off their Lab coats and made their way to the warehouse where they found the kids smoking cigarettes and pot, spraying the walls and singing along to the radio.

"Hey kids, Party's over." Flack said. He and Stella made their way to the kids surrounded by five police officers.

"Hey look, we helped you out earlier." The leader said.

"Yeah, sure you did. You didn't kill that man with any of your knives but where'd you get the money for your pot. Your mom?" Flack asked.

"Did you steal that man's money? Even if you didn't kill him you could have taken it thinking he was dead." Stella explained. The teenagers looked around nervously.

"Alright, we'll let the stealing go, if you tell us who did kill him." Flack said, he knew the teens were all bricking it. They were just a young gang, they didn't want to get involved with the police, at least not yet.

"There was a man. He stabbed the man, we saw him. He left the man to die, so we saw his wallet and took a chance."

"Do you know who this man is?"

"Yeah I actually do." They saw a young girl stand up, her make-up was smeared and when she got closer Flack could smell beer and tobacco on her breath.

"How then?" Stella asked.

"He works at my mum's office, I've seen him there. They went out a couple of times too. His name's James Kydell."

"What does your mum do?"

"Accountant at 'Law and Son'."

"Could have been a rival company." Flack whispered to Stella.

"Alright thanks. Now these officers will take your drugs and alcohol away and take your prints. You're all in the system now." Flack called as he and Stella left.

They could hear the cries of the teenager as they left and Flack smirked at Stella.

"That was harsh." Stella said.

"What you never stole alcohol or took drugs?"

"With nuns watching my every move. No way, I was a saint."

"Of course you were."