I don't own this storyline, just the scenario. The storyline belongs to BEG, as does Sam Flack and Kallison and Kellan. If you haven't read it, go read BEG's One Boy, One Girl: Brooklyn Style.

Any words in italics, bold or underline, I don't own. They're either extracts from the fic One Boy, One Girl: Brooklyn Style, the show, or lyrics.

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Flack was walking down a New York street, the traffic uncharacteristically quiet. A taxi roared past every now and again, but other than that, it seemed as if the city that never sleeps was taking a nap.

I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone

He had had to get out of the house. It was a crappy excuse, but he felt that the wall s were closing in on him. He knew that Sam was relying on him to keep her together, to stop her falling apart. Hawkes' death had hit her harder, more so than the rest of the team, and to the unknowing eye, it would seem that Flack was moving on remarkably well.

He wasn't. What he had heard on the phone had sickened him to his very core, and left an ache in his chest like an anvil.

Flack snatched up the cordless and sat up quickly, moving the phone to his right hand as the left reached out to flick on the bedside lamp. Sam rolled over onto her stomach and raised her head to look at him just as he hit the talk button on the phone.

"Yeah…this is Flack…" he said in way of greeting. "Whoa…whoa…" his eyes widened and he was already throwing the covers off of his legs. "Slow down…take it easy Kaile…take a breath and go a little slower…what's going on?…what happened?"

When he heard those chilling words, they were seared into his conscious like a cattle brand. And then he had to comfort Sammie while inside he was tearing up. He had to wipe away her tears when there was no-one to wipe away his own.

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
and I'm the only one and I walk alone

He knew that him and Hawkes hadn't always seen eye to eye, a cop and a scientist weren't the best people to get along with, Flack's hot temper hadn't endeared him to the mild mannered ex-ME turned CSI.

They had seen past their differences eventually, and had even become friends. Having a beer together at O' Sullivans, even having dinner at each other's houses with their spouses. It was just so hard accepting that he was gone.

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone

Flack's feet pounded at the street, trying to walk away from the memory of hearing Kaile Maka's voice on the phone, prepared to walk until his feet were bloody and blistered.

Panic registered on Sam's face. She pushed herself up onto her hands and knees and then moved into a sitting position. Watching nervously as her husband jumped out of bed and hurried for his dressing, holding the phone to his ear with his shoulder as he began a near frantic search for clothes.

"When?" Flack asked, as a pair of jeans a sweatshirt were tossed onto the bed, followed by boxers and a pair of socks. The items narrowly missing the sleeping dog. "How in the hell did that happen?…Is Danny okay? What did the doctors say?"

"What happened to Danny?" Sam asked, her entire body trembling. "Donnie? What happened?"

He couldn't even begin to imagine life without Hawkes, without seeing his gentle face at the Crime Lab, his caring eyes telling someone that their husband or wife or child wasn't coming home.

I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone

What was he going to tell Kellan and Kallison? They called him Uncle Shelly, they spent more time around his house than they did at their own, always wanting him to do magic tricks, pull a rabbit out of the hat. They were five, they weren't stupid. They were going to notice if suddenly the visits stopped or Uncle Shelly never turned up any more.

'You think Houdini knew the impact he would have on mafia lingo?'

Hawkes turned to him, his lips curving upwards. 'I'm sorry?'

'It's like when they whack somebody, they say 'We made him do a Houdini.'. You think that would make him proud?' Flack smiled, obviously pleased with his comment.

'Are we actually having this conversation?' Hawkes asked, gesturing between him and Flack,

Flack smirked. 'Oh, I'm sorry, can you explain the difference between DNA and RNA? Is that better? Because that's scintillating conversation right there.'

Hawkes laughed, the skin around his eyes crinkling. 'It would be if you knew the answer.'

Flack could remember that day clear as if it were yesterday. Another example of cop versus scientist, but it didn't matter. They were never going to be intellectual equals, but that was OK. Hawkes had the smarts, Flack had the muscle, they were a perfect team.

He ignored her as he turned towards the bed and began stripping off his bed clothes and yanking on the boxers and jeans. "So he's okay then? Linds is with him?"

Sam breathed a sigh of relief.

"And what about Hawkes?" Flack asked. "What?…When?"

Sam didn't like the sound of her husband's voice, nor the way he stopped what he was doing and the way shock registered on his face.

He raised his eyes and looked at her. Blue eyes meeting golden brown. His were serious and dire. Hers were terrified.

"Donnie.." fear crept into her voice. "What…?"

He never thought it would be Hawkes, lying on that steel table, y shaped incision carved into his chest. It made death seem more permanent somehow, set it in stone that he wasn't coming back.

Read between the lines
What's fucked up and everything's alright
Check my vital signs
To know I'm still alive and I walk alone

What felt the worst though, was that he was relieved. He was relieved that it hadn't been Danny. Sure, Hawkes was his friend, but Danny was like his brother. But it was nothing compared to what he would have felt had it been Sammie.

"Donnie…" Sam said again, her tone pleading. "Everything's okay, right? Please tell me that everything's okay."

He shook his head slowly.

"What do you mean?" she asked, tears welling in her eyes. "What…?"

"It's Hawkes…" he told her. Fighting back his own emotion. "He…he was shot…during the raid…he…"

"Don…don't say what I think you're going to say…please don't say it."

It had almost killed him having to tell her about Hawkes, it had nearly destroyed him, having to look into her eyes and tell her that Sheldon Hawkes, one of the kindest, most decent human beings he had ever met, had died in a dingy apartment in the backstreets of New York while Flack was at home with Sammie, asleep, like Hawkes should have been.

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beatings, otherwise
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a...

Hawkes had cheated death once before, and he'd been fine. Cracked rib, a few bruises, but otherwise fine. He'd been back at work the same day, more worried about the case than his own health.

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone...

They had nearly lost him that day, and Stella had made him swear to be more careful, and to his credit, he had. Right up until he had pushed Danny out of the way to be hit by a bullet himself. He had given his life for Danny, and had done it selflessly. There had never been a better person than Sheldon Hawkes, and Flack was going to make sure the world knew.

He stopped, outside his house. His midnight wander had taken him full circle, back to his Flushing, Queens home. A light was on upstairs, and he heard himself telling Sammie the horrible truth again, as if a record was playing inside his head.

"I'm sorry, Sammie…"

She shook her head, then covered her mouth with her hand as a sob threatened to erupt.

"I'm sorry," he said again. "But he's…"

"Please don't…" she pleaded. "Please…"

Flack abandoned dressing himself and climbed onto the bed. Kneeling before her, he gently took her face in his hands. Forcing her to look him dead in the eyes.

"I'm sorry, baby," he whispered. "Hawkes is dead."

He entered the house, climbing the stairs wearily. Entering his room, he was flooded with guilt as what he saw brought tears to his eyes. Curling up in the comforter was Sam, her eyes red rimmed, staring lifelessly at the wall. Gathered around her were Kellan and Kallison, trying to hug her, find out what was wrong, why Mommy was sad.

Flack gently shooed then out of the room, shutting the door before climbing into bed, wrapping long arms around his wife, letting her bury her head in his shirt.

'I miss him, so much,' she choked out, salty tears running down her face.

Flack let the floodgates open, tears falling over his lids and spilling on the top of Sam's head, soaking her hair with salt water. 'I know babe. I miss him too.

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