A/N: I want to take a moment to thank you all for sticking by me with this story. I know this ending has been almost four years in the making, and I hope this is a satisfying ending to this story. See the first chapter for the disclaimer. I hope you enjoy the ending, and please review. :)

Epilogue

No one was waiting for him in the airport when his plane landed.

Not that Adam had really expected it. His team had all come out to Phoenix (something else he'd never expected), and had seen him, spent time with him. They all were back at work, working on one case or another. Busy with their lives. And though Adam probably could've called them for a ride back from the airport, he chose instead to call a cab.

He made it back to his apartment building, tipping the driver before gathering his bags. He fumbled for his keys before heading inside the building. As he carried his bags upstairs to his door, he heard faint noises coming from inside. Furrowing his brow, he struggled to attempt to open his door…

Only to have Flack open it for him.

Adam stood like a statue as Flack shrugged slightly. "You gonna come in, or what?" the older detective asked as he stepped out of the doorway.

Adam looked around before looking at Flack. "This is still my place, right?" he asked as he walked in.

"Of course it is," Flack replied, shaking his head.

"Then, how'd you get in?"

"Told your super I was searching for code violations."

Adam looked at him. "And that worked?"

"Your super's very sketchy," Flack commented.

"Yeah, well, it's the best I can do right now," Adam replied.

"It's up to code. Don't worry."

Adam chuckled, grabbing a beer out of the fridge. "So, why'd you break into my apartment?"

"Figured you shouldn't be alone yet."

Adam nodded to himself, looking at the food cooking on the stove. "Spaghetti and meatballs?"

"I had some help with the meatballs," Flack conceded.

"Grandma Flack?" Adam asked.

"Of course. She makes the best meatballs. And when she heard I was tryin' to do somethin' nice for a friend who'd lost his dad…"

Adam nodded, taking a big drink from his beer.

"Sorry I couldn't make it out there," Flack added.

"It's okay," Adam replied. "Honestly, I was surprised anyone went out there at all."

"That surprised you?"

"Yeah."

"Why does that surprise you? You're family, Adam. And one of your family members died. Of course we'd all be there." Flack shrugged as he stirred the sauce. "I'da been there if I wasn't working."

"I know."

Flack nodded, handing Adam a plate. "Dig in."

"Thanks," Adam said, helping himself to the food.

Flack sat down at the kitchen table after Adam had, eating dinner with the younger man and talking. He let Adam drive the conversation, talk about his father and family when he wanted to, and about anything else when he didn't. After a couple of hours, Flack helped Adam clean up the kitchen, leaving the leftovers behind.

"Grandma made extra so you'd have more for later," Flack added.

"Tell her thanks for me," Adam said.

"Will do. Call if you need anythin', okay?"

"I will."

Flack patted Adam on the shoulder. "Take care of yourself, okay? And take your time coming back to work."

"I will," Adam repeated.

Flack nodded, seemingly pacified. "Night, Adam."

"Night, Flack."

Flack walked out of Adam's apartment, and Adam bolted the door behind him. As he went to sit down in the living room, a thought dawned on him: he'd forgotten to text Greg.

Got home safe, Flack was here when I got here, Adam texted quickly.

Good, I'm glad he got in there. I had to vouch for him, you know, Greg sent back.

Adam shook his head. Should've known.

:P was all Greg sent back.

Adam chuckled, shaking his head. Night.

Good night, Adam.

The End