A/N: Wow - this got written a lot sooner than I anticipated. Anyway - that's it for this fic. Hope you all enjoyed it :D

"So let me get this straight," Lindsay said as they sat in Stella's office. "He's kissed you three times?"

"Well, four if you count the goodbye kiss."

"Okay. Four times. And now…?"

Stella shrugged. "And now…I don't know. He hasn't asked me out, or kissed me again. And it's been almost a week, Lindsay."

"It's obvious he's interested."

"So why hasn't he done anything?"

"He has, though." Lindsay sat forward. "He's initiated things every time, Stella. He kissed you, he asked you to go with him to the apple orchard…Maybe it's time you initiated it. Show him that you're really interested and that he's not wasting his time."

Stella chewed on her bottom lip for a moment. "I never thought of it that way." She paused. "So I need to start it this time…do you think you could help me out?"

Lindsay smiled. "What did you have in mind?"

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"Looks like you got a note," Angell observed as they walked to their desks.

Flack frowned in confusion when he saw the envelope on his blotter, but it turned to a smile when he recognized the handwriting. Ignoring his partner's questioning gaze, he opened it, reading what was inside.

Rooftop. 7:30. Stella

"Anything good?" Jess asked.

Flack grinned at her. "I got a date."

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Don wasn't sure what he was expecting when he got to the roof, but it certainly wasn't a small table set for two. A whole dinner was laid out, with a single candle in the center. His attention was torn away, though, when he saw Stella standing there nervously, her hands clasped in front of her.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey."

"I…" She stopped, taking a deep breath. "I'm not very good at this," she admitted.

"Stell –"

She held up a hand to stop him. "I need to get this out. So just…give me a minute, okay?" When she nodded, she took a step closer, tucking a stray lock behind her ear. "I've been waiting all week for you to make a move. To ask me out. To kiss me again. I was starting to worry that I was reading things wrong." Don opened his mouth to speak, but Stella gave him a look and he closed it again, waiting for her to continue. "I didn't even think that maybe…maybe you were waiting for me." She gestured to the table. "So this is me…making the gesture. I like you, Don. I like you a hell of a lot. And I want to see where this goes…together."

He smiled at her. "Can I talk now?"

Stella chuckled. "Yes."

He came closer, nodding over at the table. "Is this what you guys feel like when we woo you?" She laughed, some of the tension easing out of her body. "'Cause I gotta say, Stell – it feels pretty good." Reaching out, he gently touched her face. "I'm definitely interested. But you were right…I needed to know how you felt, too."

She smiled. "So does this mean you'll have dinner with me?"

"Absolutely."

Flack turned toward the table, but Stella reached out at the last second and grabbed his arm.

"Wait. I need to do something."

Before he could react, she stepped forward, pressing her lips against his. The kiss was soft, but decisive, and Don found himself easily sinking into it. When they pulled back, Stella took him by the hand and led him over to the table.

"This looks good," he commented, sitting down.

"I have a confession to make, though."

"Okay."

She blushed as she spoke. "I had Danny break into your apartment."

Don frowned. "Why?"

Leaning down, she reached into the basket at her feet, pulling out a pie. She set it down on the table as Flack stared at her in disbelief.

"The pie?"

She nodded. "I thought it would be fitting…I was surprised you hadn't had any of it, though."

He shrugged, blushing slightly as he reached out and took her hand in his. "Didn't feel right eatin' it without you."

Stella grinned. "Well now we can share it."

Don nodded. "I like that idea."