A/N: Here is the next chapter in One Regret and k jumps between Miami and New York. I've introduced Bailey Abbott (B.C. Abbott). So she's not going to end up with Don, but it still could be Lindsay or Natalia. Calleigh of course will be paired with Eric. (Sometimes not all the time I try to go with show pairing even if I don't like them, but all works out in this case). Sorry it took so long to update. Please enjoy.

Chapter Two

Don and Lindsay stepped off the elevator onto the 35th floor. Don saw a familiar figure coming towards them her head down, trying to open a bag of chips. She was dressed in an FDNY Paramedics uniform, her once short hair had grown out to be shoulder length, but at the moment was up in a clip, there was no mistaken who the medic was. "Audrie what are you doing here?" asked Don, stopping in front of her, Lindsay stopped along side him.

"What am I doing here, that's a silly question. I am a medic, I would've hoped you'd remember that. There's a morgue down below. This is New York City and in the city that never sleeps when does somebody not need our help," she said jokingly, but then got serious. "But seriously, a victim died on the way to the hospital, we were hoping she would make it, she was the only one alive at the scene, Stella was hoping she would be able to give you guys something to work with."

"I know you stop in you're just never here this early in the morning. I thought you worked the three PM to eleven shift," said Don.

"I was, they changed it to the seven to three shift for awhile."

"Chips aren't really the greatest breakfast," said Lindsay.

"I know, but there's not much else in the vending machine and it's better then this friend of mine who will eat Cheeseburgers for breakfast."

"Cheeseburgers?" asked Lindsay.

"I don't think that sounds too bad," said Don.

"Of course not that's what you and him have in common, eaters."

"Oh so this friend of yours is a him, wanna give me a name so I can check him out?"

"No, but should I give him yours so he can check you out?"

"Ah so he's in law enforcement. Do I know him? Which precinct? What rank?"

"Maybe, He doesn't work at any precinct, and-" She was cut of by the crackle of the radio at her belt talking about an elderly asthmatic, she answered back saying her bus would take it. "Well I have to get going I'm needed by the people of New York City."

"No come on Hansen what's his rank," Don shouted after as she pressed the button and waited for the elevator.

"I think he might be FBI Don," whispered Lindsay, leaning towards him.

Don looked to Audrie as the elevator doors opened and she stepped in. "A Feeb, why'd you stoop there Hansen?

"Because he's just so damn sexy," said Audrie, smiling as the elevator doors closed.

"Well I better let you get to Mac's office," said Lindsay.

"No I want you to come with; you know what's going on so I'd like you there."

"Do you want me to back you up because you think Mac and Lt. Caine are going to side with each other."

"I don't know, you already have some of the info you may as well have all of it right."

"Okay," replied Lindsay.


The elevator doors to the Miami-Dade Crime lab dinged and opened to reveal a young woman about five foot four in height, she looked to be in her mid to late twenties. Her mousy brown hair was pulled back into a clip. She stepped off the elevator and walked towards the reception desk where Ryan Wolfe stood. "Hey Ryan," she said coming up next to him.

"Hey B.C.."

"How many times do I have to tell you to call me Bailey."

"Sorry about that it just comes out. It is your name though."

"One of them and considering the fact that you're a friend and you know my first name and are therefor privileged to use it."

"Or a super fan."

Bailey rolled her eyes. "Is Horatio around I was going to meet up with him."

"No, Calleigh and Eric said he left for New York yesterday, some kind of emergency."

"Okay, that's alright. Could you call me when he gets back in?"

"You'd probably know it before I did, you're his neighbor. You sure I can't help you with your research?" asked Ryan.

"I'm sure, but I'll let you know when I do need your area expertise."

"I'm sure you would," said Delko coming up behind them.

"Wipe that smug look of your face Eric," said Bailey turning around to face Eric. "I hope the case is going well. I should go I'm causing a distraction to the hard working CSIs of Miami."

Bailey went back to the elevator and soon was gone. Eric's cell rang and he picked it up. "Delko, yeah we'll be down in a minute."

"Alexx?" asked Ryan.

"Yeah she has something on yesterdays victim. Where's Calleigh?"

"I think she's in ballistics."

"Alright, see you around," said Eric and left to get Calleigh.


Don and Lindsay walked into Mac's office where Mac and Horatio already stood. "Mac you wanted to see me," said Don, he was surprised at how calm he was.

"Yes, Lindsay could you excuse-"

"Mac I won't her here, she knows."

"I'm going to assume that you know why I'm here then," said Horatio, looking at Don.

"I believe you're here because you're my father."

"That's correct."

"And I heard you got call from someone threatening they were going to kill me."

"That is correct as well."

"I don't know why you came here. I was fine just knowing. I'm a Detective and can take care of myself."

"That's not all there is. What has me worried is that he knows your name."

Don looked at everyone. "Well that would make sense, I've been on the news before," he said, even though he had a feeling he knew what Lt. Caine meant.

"He knows your birth name. No one should know that but me and your adoptive parents and that means he most likely in New York watching your movements."

"That's a little creepy to be thinking about, but like I said I'm perfectly capable of looking after myself. What does it matter to you anyways."

Horatio looked a little stung by the words, but he knew where Don was coming from. I realize that you can take care of yourself, I was never doubting that. I've always cared I put you up for adoption to see that you were protected."

"It just doesn't make any sense, if you wanted to keep me safe because of this risks you had being a cop then why let another cop adopt me."

"Donald Flack already had been raising kids. It was safer to trust him then someone I hardly knew. I want you to come to Miami."

"I'm a Detective in this city."

"It'd be easy to put in an immediate transfer Don," replied Mac.

"Who says I want a transfer. I perfectly capable of keeping an eye out here and I'm sure you wouldn't let anything happen to me Mac."

"True, I wouldn't"

"Then I don't see the problem."

"I don't know who called me yet. I still have to look into, but I'm not going to let him hurt you to get to me. When I find him I will make him leave you out of it, but I think it's better to keep him on his toes. He thinks you're in New York and if he has been watching you he must think you'd be set on not leaving."

"It looks like I really don't have a say in this do I."

"I'm sorry Flack."

"Fine whatever, it doesn't mean I have to be happy about it, but do me a favor Mac this stays in this room. We're the only four that know about this... situation."

"Of course."

"I guess I should go to precinct turn everything in and head home and pack up somethings," said Don.

"I'll go with you," said Lindsay.

Don and Lindsay both left Mac's office. He wasn't happy he was being forced to transfer to Miami just because someone was out to get Lt. Caine, who was his father, his real father. They were treating him like a child and even though he probably was in their eyes he still felt it was unnecessary, especially with his profession. Lindsay must've read into his frustration. "Hopefully everything will be worked out quickly and you won't have to be there to long," she said as they stood in the elevator as it went down.

"I know. It's a complicated situation isn't it."

"I think so. In all honesty Don, I think Lt. Caine really does want to protect you no matter how capable you are of doing it yourself. It just shows how much his love for you never died."

"That's the part that's so complicated though Linds," Don said, but was interrupted by the elevator doors and revealed Danny Messer.

Lindsay face grew cold. They stepped out maneuvering around Danny. "Hey Flack, Lindsay."

"Hey Danny," replied Don.

Danny stepped into the elevator, but kept a hold on the doors. "You guys off to a scene?"

"Something like that, I've got things to do," replied Don.

"You need a hand."

"Danny why don't you just go see Mac, I'm pretty sure he'll have an assignment for you," said Lindsay and turned and walked away.

"What's with her?"

"She's hurt Danny."

"You two are spending an awful lot of time together."

"Don't go makin' rash implications Danny, we're just friends. I have to go."

Danny was perplexed by the odd behavior of his friend, but let go of the elevator doors as they closed.


Frank Tripp sat at his desk as his cell phone rang, he sighed hoping that it wasn't another call to a crime scene. "Detective Tripp."

"Frank, it's Horatio."

"Horatio I hear you took an emergency trip to New York."

"I did Frank. There's something I want to forewarn you about."

"What's that?"

"Miami will be getting a new Detective."

"A transfer?"

"Yes, an immediate transfer. He's coming back with me from New York."

"Does this have anything to do with your emergency trip."

"It could very well be. His transfer may or may not be permanent. We've gotten the papers in order on this end."

"Why are you giving me the heads up."

"When he starts I need you to keep a watch on him. His name is Don Flack."

"Sure Horatio I can do that. When will you be getting in."

"Possibly some time this evening or early tomorrow morning."

"Alright I'll come to airport to pick the two of you up. Just call me when you're in."

"Thank you Frank. How are things going over there right now?"

"Calleigh and Delko's case it weird as hell, the victim had a message carved into his skin that said 'Look familiar'. The victim also had blue contacts in when he actually has brown eyes. We don't know if it's part of this killers MO or not we're still looking into it."

"That's good," replied Horatio.

Frank could hear something different in Horatio's reply, something was off. "Bailey was by to see, to talk to about a part in her next book."

"I forgot that we were going to meet her."

"She said it was fine and that she understood. She was going to work on another story that she's working on. How that girl can keep two stories going at the same time is beyond me," said Frank

"Alright I'll see you soon Frank."

"See ya soon Horatio," said Frank hanging up.

"Hey Frank."

Frank jumped a little at the call when the young women appeared from seemingly nowhere. "Jeez Bailey you want to give me a heart attack before my time."

"Sorry about that, I couldn't help myself."

"How much did you hear?"

"Not much, just the end there. You want to know how I do it?"

"Do what?"

Bailey rolled her eyes. "How I write two books at the same time."

"You mean it's not some sort of secret."

"No."

"Well than how do you do it. How do you keep two different stories straight."

"Well, one they're two completely different stories."

"But they're both still mystery novels how do you keep the cases separatee?"

"Tut, tut, Detective Tripp, don't interrupt. One is the next in installment of The Brian Fox Investigations, the other is a teen drama novel that I've been working on."

"You're writing a teen drama, what is it about girls and how giddy they get about their crush."

Bailey gave Frank a fake glare. "No it's about the social clicks and how what happens to you in High School can shape who you become as an adult."

"You sure there's no gushy girl moments. You could base the popular girl off of you and make Wolfe the unpopular boy who as it crazy for you."

"Ha, ha. Contrary to popular belief I wasn't popular in High School."

"Really you not popular, I find that hard to believe."

"Just as much as I could find Ryan being the one that's socially awkward."

"That's only because you have a thing for him which is why the main character in your mystery novels is based of him.

"Not bad Detective. I have to go, but I'll see you around alright. Oh and remind Ryan to call me Bailey, he's always calling me B.C."

"I'll try, but I think it's engraved in his head."

Bailey shook her head and left.


Lindsay drove the car as Don sat in the passenger seat. They were on their way to the airport where Don was going meet Lt. Caine to go to Miami. Lindsay looked over at Don. "We were interrupted earlier. You never got to finish what you were going to say."

"Hm?" Don replied with turning to look at Lindsay.

"About why it's so complicated."

"Oh yeah, it's just that ever sense I was a teen and found out I was adopted I've wanted to know who my biological father was, so a part of me wants to go to get to know him. The other part is-"

"Angry that he put you up and you probably still wouldn't know if this situation hadn't come up." interjected Lindsay.

"Yeah, that and I'm leaving friends behind."

"Well this isn't permeant you know. It sounds like you can come back to New York once this whole thing has blown over."

"Yeah, lets hope so right."

"You never know, your time there might change your mind."

Don just smiled. There was silence for the rest of the ride to airport. Don got ready to get out. "Thanks for driving me to the airport Linds."

"Your welcome."

Don got out, but before he shut the door he stuck his head in. "I hope you work things out with Danny."

"Yeah, I hope so too."

Don closed the car door and got his one suitcase of clothes and other important items out of the trunk closing it and walking away. Lindsay watched for a moment before sighing and driving, she really did hope that things would work out for everybody and prayed that this wouldn't be the last time she'd see Don.

A/N: So there was chapter two. I don't know how long it will be for the next chapter you never know with me because I don't know when I'll go on a spree for each one of stories. Please drop a review. ~StoryDreamer