"You're early." Were the first words that left the brunette's lips as she caught sight of the tall blue – eyed detective leaning against the glass wall of the CSI lab. A cocky grin immediately found its way across Don Flack's face at the sight of Adrianna who was now dressed in knee high stiletto boots, a knitted dress and a cream white trench coat. Her Louis Vuitton bag still hung of her arm, but her scarf was gone.
"Well… I was excited to see you." Flack fell in step with Adrianna.
"So where are you taking me, detective?" Adrianna raised an eyebrow at him, a small smile on her angular face.
"You said you wanted coffee, so…" Flack held the door of his SUV open for her before getting into the driver's seat.
"So… I'm taking you to get some Starbucks and then I'm whisking you off to my place- if that's okay, I mean." He took his gaze away from the road to glance at her face.
"Sure."
It took them a bit over an hour to get their Starbucks and reach Flack's place. None of his office mates, save Danny, had ever been to his place, and he had good reason for that. Many would begin to question why one of New York's finest lived in one of the most upscale condominiums of uptown Manhattan, and that was something he didn't wish to explain. When Flack's godfather had died, he left his entire fortune to none other than his godson, Don Flack Jr. Flack's condominium along with a multi – million dollar jewelry industry and a sleek Jaguar were part of that inheritance. He had sold the industry and now had around 50 million dollars in his Swiss bank account. In short, he was filthy rich.
"You know what's funny?" Adrianna stated as she took her seat on one of the comfy sun chairs on Flack's terrace.
"Care to tell me, doll?" Flack looked up from his drink and studied her face as he waited for an answer.
"Well… I live just a few doors down. I just moved in a couple of months ago." She announced before taking a sip from her mocha frappe.
"And how could I have not bumped into you sooner?"
"I work late hours… clock in at night and early morning, get in around noon. Plus, I just finished some shooting abroad, so, it's not surprise to me. Besides, when was the last time you saw any of your neighbors?"
"Honestly… never. So you said you just moved in?"
"Yup. From Madrid. I grew up there and started modeling there. But work's got me transferred here, and I intend to stay here for quite some time."
"Good."
"Why is that good?"
"'Cause I plan to ask you out over and over again." Flack couldn't help but smile as a genuine smile graced Adrianna's features. Those smiles were rare, Flack noticed. He had to earn each genuine smile, and he learned to do exactly that as two dates turned into three, and so on and so forth. Soon enough the two had been dating exclusively for six months.
"Yoh, Flack! Linds is asking if you've seen her sister." Danny greeted his friend.
"No, I haven't seen her since yesterday. I thought her and Linds were gonna go grab some lunch today."
"Yeah, but Adrianna didn't show up. Montana's pretty pissed."
"And you're scared. Man, Messer, you're whipped!"
"Shut it, Flack." Danny scowled a bit as he hit his best friend playfully. Before Flack could retort, a desperate sob reached his ears.
"What was that?" His hand instantly reaching for his gun, Flack headed towards the sound of the noise- Messer following closely behind.
"Shit. Montana, what is it?" Danny rushed to Lindsey's side at the sight of her curled up on her side. She was sobbing and cradling her phone while Mac stood above her, his face grim.
"What's happened, Mac?" Flack let go off his gun and waited for an answer.
"Flack, I-"
Before Mac could finish, Flack's phone rang. Shooting an apologetic look at Mac, the detective answered his phone.
"Detective Don Flack."
"Ah… Detective Flack. It's so good to hear from one of New York's finest." An Irish accent rang clearly from the masculine voice.
"Who is this?"
"I think you know me quite well. You did after all take away my cocaine. Thank you for the favor, and now I'm going to return that favor, Serpico." Flack's body immediately tensed at the name.
The Irish drug lord continued. "You see, I've been watching you all for quite some time, and I couldn't help but notice the most beautiful girl. I think you know her quite well." It was then that the muffled screams of Adrianna made its way to Flack's ears.
"You son – of –a- bitch, if you lay-"
"You'll what, Serpico? I intend on keeping her for quite some time- after all, I've always wanted a Spanish whore. Don't worry, I promise to tell you how good she is when I'm done." The line went dead and there was absolutely nothing that Don Flack could do.
