On her way to the precinct, Lindsay's stomach was tied in knots and her head was spinning. What had started as a way to make Flack grovel had turned into Flack being hauled off to jail. How had all this happened?
Lindsay rushed into the precinct where Flack was. She looked around quickly, attempting to find Flack and deciding on the best course of action to fix the mess that she felt responsible for creating.
"Ma'am? Can I help you?" An officer asked.
"Yes sir." Lindsay answered. She pulled out her badge and flashed it at the officer. "I'm Detective Lindsay Monroe. I think you have a friend of mine here. I'd like to speak with him. Don Flack?"
"Yeah. We got him back here, Detective Monroe." The officer said, motioning to an interrogation room in the back of the precinct. Lindsay and the officer walked silently through the hustle and bustle of the precinct until they reached the door of the interrogation room. Lindsay peeked through the small window in the door and saw Flack sitting at the bare, metal table. He was hunched over, his elbows resting on the table and his head in his hands. "You can go on in and talk to him if you want. We're still trying to sort out what happened at the girl's apartment."
Lindsay nodded in appreciation to the officer and slowly pushed the door open. Flack didn't raise his head or look up as she walked over to him.
"I got my call and I said I ain't talking until my friend gets here." Flack spat out gruffly. Lindsay knew he was upset. His New York and Yonkers accent was deeper and more pronounced. Lindsay rarely heard him this way.
"You'll probably need these." Lindsay said quietly, setting two prescription pill bottles on the table in front of him.
Hearing Lindsay's voice, Flack's head snapped up. He smiled a sarcastic smile and laughed. Nodding his head and accepting that this wasn't a dream, Flack stopped laughing, gauged Lindsay's mood and began talking.
"How'd you know?" Flack asked, tilting his head towards the medication on the table.
"You looked like you were hurting when they… when you left Danny's apartment." Lindsay had been about to say 'when they arrested you', but she chose not to remind Flack why they were sitting in an NYPD interrogation room. "The other one your mom said you would need to take, so she gave it to me when I stopped by."
"Oh god." Flack groaned. "Did you tell my mother where I am?"
Lindsay smiled. She thought it was cute that Flack was afraid of what his mother thought.
"No. I just told her that you and I were meeting up later so I was picking up some things you needed because I didn't want you to have to go across town." Lindsay explained. "She didn't think twice before handing over your meds. In fact, she hugged me. A lot."
"That's my mom for ya." Flack said with a smile. "She's always liked you." The smile faded from Flack's face as he remembered where he was. "How did you get back here, anyway?"
"I flashed my badge. It does come in handy now and then." Lindsay explained. Flack didn't say anything more and continued to avoid Lindsay's gaze. He reached out, popped the top off of one of the prescription bottle and swallowed two pills with a gulp of water.
"Seriously, Don. Are you okay?" Lindsay asked. She sounded serious and genuinely concerned. Flack was worrying Lindsay. "Don, why didn't you just tell them who you were?"
Lindsay sank down into the empty chair next to Flack, willing him to look at her.
"Because I'd be one of those scumbags that I hate." Flack said quickly. "You know, the guys who commit stupid crimes and then use their connections and their influence to get out of it. I'd be no better than those guys." Flack paused for a moment. Lindsay was about to jump back into the conversation when Flack cut her off. "Plus… I didn't have my badge."
Suddenly, Lindsay started giggling. Her giggling turned into laughter. Flack, who was a little taken aback, looked up and stared at her in disbelief.
"I'm glad you find all this funny, Linds. I'm the one sitting in a police station and being charged with a long list of crimes and you're sitting there laughing at me." Flack huffed. He sighed and sank back into his chair, feeling his growing aggravation with Lindsay and the numbing effects of the medication.
Lindsay finished her last laugh and tugged on Flack's hand.
"I'm just thinking about how one day you'll sit back and tell your grandkids that you once got arrested just to get your girlfriend back." Lindsay said with a smile playing across her lips.
"Yeah, well, that may not be the story I tell the grandkids. I don't know if I got my girlfriend back yet." Flack looked up and looked into Lindsay's eyes. He could see that behind the giggles and laughter there were tears threatening to make themselves known. "God, Linds. I didn't mean to scare you or make you feel threatened. You've got to know that. I'd never hurt you, Linds. I love you."
Lindsay laughed and playfully hit Flack in the shoulder.
"Stop apologizing you schmuck! I know you weren't trying to hurt me!" Lindsay said, hitting him again, just a bit lighter. "This is all my fault! You were right when you said I was acting childish. I didn't open the door because I was being stubborn. If I had just been mature and opened the door, the police never would have walked in on you trying to break it down."
"Damn right this is your fault!" Flack said. He wagged his finger in Lindsay's face. There was a smirk spreading across his face, and suddenly Flack knew that he and Lindsay were going to be okay. Lindsay rolled her eyes at Flack's comment.
"No. I'm wrong." Flack corrected himself.
"You're taking responsibility for all this?" Lindsay asked skeptically.
"No. It's still not all my fault. This is all Danny's fault!" Flack said, banging the table for emphasis.
As soon as Flack banged the table, the door to the interrogation room swung open and an officer walked through the door. He looked from Flack to Lindsay and back to Flack before clearing his throat.
"Detectives? You guys doing okay?" The officer asked.
Neither Lindsay nor Flack missed the fact that the officer had addressed both of them as a detective. Flack nodded and Lindsay just smiled at the officer.
"So, we got things cleared up." The officer continued. "Detective Flack, your friend is here and has explained everything. He told us exactly what happened and that you had his permission to break down the door."
Flack looked instantly relieved. He rubbed his hand over his eyes and then up and down the back of his neck, releasing some of the tension that had built up.
"We're sorry about all this Detective Flack. You're free to go. Is there anything you need from us?"
Flack and Lindsay rose up out of their chairs, ready to leave the precinct. Flack stopped after taking a few steps and held up his hand to stop the officer.
"I've got one question. Who called in the disturbance? Was it the little old annoying lady down the hall?" Flack asked.
"No. Not a lady. Some guy with a thick Staten Island accent." The officer replied.
"Thanks."
Flack and Lindsay walked out into the bustling precinct.
"Dude! They letting you go?" Danny's voice rang out as he shouted across the desks and policemen.
"Yeah, man." Flack said, walking up to clap Danny on the back. "Thanks for coming and clearing all this up. I owe you."
"Nah, man. Don't worry about it. And hey, look who you picked up along the way!" Danny exclaimed looking over at Lindsay. "Montana, I didn't know you had a thing for bad boys. These are things you should tell a guy before you start dating. If you had given him a heads up he could've just shaved his head or gotten a piercing, he wouldn't have had to go get arrested."
"And this is who you call to get you out of jail. Brilliant." Lindsay said as she rolled her eyes and looked at Flack. He had turned around to ignore Danny and focus on Lindsay.
"I was thinking of going home to my apartment instead of my parent's place." Flack said. Lindsay couldn't tell if he was just making a statement, or if there was an air of hopefulness in his tone. "Come home, Lindsay. Please. We've spent enough time apart. I want you back. I was being stupid before. Please come home."
"How can a girl say no to someone who's willing to break and enter to prove himself to her?" Instead of giving Flack a straightforward answer, Lindsay rose up onto her tiptoes, snaked her hand behind Flack's head and pulled him into a kiss. Lindsay deepened the kiss and she could feel Flack's body respond. It wasn't until she heard Danny clear his throat that she remembered that they were in the middle of a police station.
"I'll take that as a yes." Flack said, smiling. "Plus, if you're going to fold anyone's underwear, better damn well be mine."
Lindsay, Flack and Danny walked out of the police station and onto the streets of New York. Flack had to admit; it would feel good to go home. It would feel even better to have Lindsay there with him.
"Danny, you know I don't think I've ever had a spare key for your place." Flack added. Flack didn't seem to think that this fact was important. He casually moved onto another topic, walking just slightly ahead of Lindsay and Danny. However, the gears in Lindsay's head were turning.
"Messer! You set him up. He never had a key, but you sent him over to your apartment anyway." Lindsay restated. Danny just took a breath and worked on looking casual and calm. "And a guy with an accent like yours reported him to the police – not one of your nosey neighbors. What did you do, Danny?"
Danny stopped walking and pulled Lindsay to a stop next to him. The trademark Messer grin was plastered across his face. "I'm not saying I did or didn't do anything. But, look… you two are back together and everything's gonna work out. This was my chance to fix the mess I made."
"Thanks, Danny." Lindsay said, smiling and jogging to catch back up with Flack.
"Not a problem, Montana." Danny said, even though Lindsay couldn't hear him anymore. "What are friends for?"
I know... kind of a long chapter and a cheesy ending, but I needed to wrap it up. Thanks for reading!