+I don't own any CSI: NY characters. But the rest is mine. I really hope you enjoy reading this.+
It was another four days before Don and Hannah got together again. And yet again their night was interrupted by a call from dispatch for Don to go to work. Hannah was completely understanding both times it happened. The next night she had a press conference to go to and Don had to work the late shift, so they wouldn't be able to do anything.
That night it was after eleven when Don was on his way home. He called Hannah to see if she was up for some late night visit. She didn't answer her house phone or cell phone. He heard a call over his scanner for officers to the scene of an assault on Park and 23rd. Don was close by so he decided to drive by on his way home. Then he started to think more about it, and realized the call was coming from close to where Hannah had been. He turned on his siren and drove quickly through the streets.
Don finally stopped at the scene and quickly got out of the car. He flashed his badge at the officer standing behind the yellow tape then he looked around and saw an ambulance at one end of the tape. She was sitting on the bumper with an EMT in front of her. He ran over and she looked at him.
"Hannah, what happened to you?" Don asked her as he looked at the cut on her forehead, black eye, and wrapped hand.
"I was going over to the subway and some guy attacked me to get my purse. He hit me over the head and I blacked out."
"Is she ok?" he inquired of the woman taking care of Hannah's injuries.
"We'd like to take her to the hospital just to make sure she doesn't have a concussion," the woman told him. She assisted Hannah into the ambulance and had her lie down on the gurney. Don climbed in and sat on the bench next to her. He took her hand and brought it to his mouth to plant a kiss on the outside of it. Hannah tried to smile.
Don sat in the chair next to Hannah's bed. They were waiting to see if her test results were normal so that they could go home. Hannah was lying on her left side staring at him. He was staring back until his eyes closed and he went to sleep. When he opened his eyes a while later, Hannah was out of the bed sliding her arm into her shirt, getting ready to leave.
"You need some help?" Don questioned and got up from the chair. He went over to her and helped her pull on her shirt then buttoned it for her.
"Isn't it supposed to be the other way around?" she asked and they both chuckled and Don leaned down to kiss her. "Be gentle," she told him quietly.
"I can be gentle, I swear."
She smiled. "The nurse said an officer called and told her they caught the guy. He tried to hit up a liquor store a couple blocks away from where I get robbed. He had my purse and everything was there."
"Good thing I wasn't there."
"What?"
"I don't know if he would've made it into the car in one piece."
Hannah shook her head. "I thought you said you could be gentle."
"With you, of course I can. With a guy who just robbed my girlfriend and beat her up pretty bad, no I couldn't."
She sighed. "Let's go home, my knight in shining armor."
The morning after Hannah talked to her brother and parents about what happened. They were all concerned about her but she assured them that she was in good hands. Even though she was persistent that she was alright, her brother still volunteered to stop by on his way to his precinct. Hannah didn't tell Don that her brother was coming. She was hoping the surprise visit would be good for both of them. When Hannah heard the knock on her front door, she got up to answer it. Don told her to sit still and he answered the door. An unfamiliar man stood before him and he wasn't quite sure how to react.
"Don, this is my brother Jason. Jason, this is the guy I've been telling you about- my boyfriend," Hannah announced from behind Don and Jason came into the apartment.
"Oh, your Hannah's brother, I was worried there for a second," Don chuckled as he shook Jason's hand.
"Yeah, and you're the famous Don Flack, I've heard a lot about you," Jason stated. "You alright, Sis?"
"Yeah I'm doin' ok. Don's been taking good care of me."
Jason looked at Don up and down. "I sure hope so. My sister tells me you're in homicide."
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure you and I have run into each other a couple times at different things. Maybe on a case or two."
"You look familiar, I'm sure we have."
"You on your way in now?"
"Yeah, then I'll be out by Washington Square." He looked at Hannah. "I just had to stop by and make sure you're ok, Han." He went over to her and kissed her cheek. "Let me know if there's anything me or Abigail can do for you." Then he went toward the door and stopped at Don, and then offered him his hand. "It was nice to officially meet you Don. I'll see you again soon I'm sure."
Jason went back out the front door and Don looked at Hannah. "What?" she inquired innocently.
"Thanks for that."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You knew he was coming over, didn't you? And you just let me get caught off guard." He went over close to her.
She took his hand. "I'm sorry, I just thought you could handle it."
"Oh, I can handle it." He kissed her. "Do you think you could handle…"
"Handle, what, detective?"
He kissed her lips then her neck. "You know."
"Sorry, I'm pretty sore."
"Something's always getting in the way, you know that?"
She giggled. "Maybe it's a good thing."