AN: So I didn't receive any reviews last time :( I can't tell if people like my CSI:NY fics unless they say something lol. It doesn't have to be long, just tell me what you think so I know if I'm making you guys happy or not. This chapter will have a part 2. Enjoy :D

Melanie sat on her couch facing her window. She was deciding what kind of shade to put up. She didn't have to decorate and apartment in three years. She dreaded picking out paint and furniture, but she needed this to feel like a home. Everyone now and then she peered at her door, waiting to see if Flack would come over and bother her. She couldn't let on that she liked him. That would seem desperate, wouldn't it? Even though he made it clear that he was interested but it could of just been this big front in order to mess with her head. She hadn't been in a serious relationship since her ex-boyfriend Ethan. He was Melanie's college boyfriend and on and off throughout the years.

"Hey, I got your message." Flack said as she opened the door.

"The keys are on the mantle." Melanie walked away from the door.

"So, that's it? Just take the keys and leave?" Flack seemed offended.

"No, it's just I'm really late."

"For?" Now he was interested.

"My best friend is getting married. I'm the maid of honor and we're trying on dresses today."

"You women and your dresses."

"Hey! A wedding is a big deal to a girl."

"What about you, huh? Gonna get hitched to some CEO, be a power couple. Maybe have a few puppies of your own."

"No." Melanie scoffed.

"That doesn't sound interesting to you at all?"

"First off, I don't care what he does. If I love him, I love him despite his job."

"And if he happens to be a male dancer or a porn star, you'll love him the same?"

"Okay, now you're just being an asshole." She laughed.

"I'm serious! You said any job." His blue eyes were brighter than any other day.

"Well, maybe not those two. But I'm not getting married."

"Why not? Isn't marriage some blessing to girls?"

"Some, but not me. Besides, I'm sure a girl who doesn't want to be tied down is like a blessing to you guys. Saves you tons of money."

"A guy like me? Who's to say you know anything about me."

"I have you all figured out Flack. A guy like you dates, but doesn't allow himself to get too serious, cause it's safer." She leaned in closer to him.

"So you just wanna have sex with a lot of guys, I get it." He replied trying to get off the topic of himself.

Melanie just kept laughing. They both smiled at how stupid Flack was being. But he only said those idiotic things to see her smile. God, he loved her smile.

"That's not it. I can be faithful to one guy for the rest one my life."

"So why not marry the poor bastard?"

Melanie just shrugged her shoulders.

"That's not an answer Mel."

"I just....I don't need that piece of paper that says, "hey look, those two are in love and attached forever." I can be in love and be happy with a guy without the ring, the paper, and the party."

"What about kids?"

"If they happen, they happen. I won't rule them out."

"You suddenly have some more mystery to you. I like you." Flack beamed.

"You're not half bad yourself, detective."

They were moving fast onto another level that neither of them were sure about, but wanted it anyway. Just her saying detective drove him nuts. He wanted to kiss her right then and there. He had to control himself and just keep his feet planted. Little did he know that she wanted to do the same thing. Suddenly his phone started ringing and it broke the awkward silence. Melanie just looked at her floor boards while he took the call.

"Listen, I gotta go."

"Can you give me a ride to the bridal shop first?"

Flack just stared at her.

"Think of it as the favor you owe me." She said biting her lip in a flirty manner.

"Sure." Flack opened the door.

The car ride was mostly silent. Flack really only moved to lower the radio volume. Melanie kept fidgeting with her purse to pass the time. Maybe it was a mistake to let Flack drive her. Maybe, just maybe they weren't ready to be thrown together like this. Slow could be good. As Melanie was getting out Flack grabbed her hand. He looks deep into her eyes and was ready to say something. Anything that would just let her know that he was being serious, that he wasn't like the guy she described earlier. But before he could say anything or even move Mac appeared. He was strolling out of a coffee shop and noticed Flack's car. He smiled and started walking over. Flack took his hand off Melanie's and just sank in the front seat.

"Hey you two." Mac stated and Melanie got out of the car.

"Hi Uncle Mac." She hugged him and ignored Flack.

"Hey Mac." Flack cowered.

"What are you two, doing here?"

"I'm going dress shopping with Bridget. Maid of honor duties."

"And I just gave her the ride." Flack explained himself.

"Well Flack, better get to the office, I hear it's chaos."

"I'm going now." Flack replied but was looking at Melanie. He wanted to say goodbye but couldn't.

After he drove away Mac spoke again.

"So you two looked cozy."

"It's not like that." She put her hands in front of her face to block the sun.

"I didn't mean for it to sound that way."

"It's just....we're neighbors. We have the habit of bumping into each other."

"Well, I'm glad. I'm happy he can watch over you. I tend to worry." He nudged her.

"No need to Mac."

"I know, but after...."

"Can you not play the whole dead dad, and dead beat boyfriend card. I'm different now."

"I drove passed Ethan's office the other day."

"And you drove right past, right?"

"I wanted to go up and punch him, if that's what you meant."

"I appreciate you for protecting me like I was your own daughter, but there's a line Mac. I have to go.

Melanie slammed the door to the dress shop. Her morning was just too much to take in. She put her bag behind the counter next to Bridget, who was in the dressing room getting a head start. There were already dresses piled up for them both to try. Bridget had this thing for making everything perfect. Everything had to have the right color, contrast, and flair. There were two wedding dresses for Melanie to try on. Bridget had this habit of putting the "maybe dresses" aside for Melanie to try on. If they looked good on Melanie, they'd never look good on Bridget. It was an odd concept, but no one ever said anything.

"Ugh, I hate that the wedding dresses look prettier on you."

"Oh get over it!" Melanie shouted from behind the curtain.

"So that hot detective outside, he single?" Bridget pushed her blonde hair out of her face.

"You're getting married." Melanie rolled her eyes. She drew back the curtain and went to the stool.

"So! What's one more fling before the big day." Bridget joked.

"Trust me, you don't want to go there." Melanie fixed the top part of her dress.

"And why not?" Bridget played with her veil.

"Because, he's sarcastic, which you hate. He doesn't care about impressions. And he smiles, like constantly."

"So that's why you two were looking at each other like that. You two totally love each other."

"Love? I met him a week ago. I don't even..."

Suddenly a loud shot rang out. Melanie and Bridget ducked down. Besides the owner, they were the only two in the store. Melanie peeked up from the counter and saw a man running past. She kept a certain eye level so he wouldn't see her. The owner quickly called the cops. In a matter of 10 minutes red lights were flashing all over the block. For New York, that was fast, but only because the station was a few blocks down. Melanie went to take off her dress but Bridget pleaded with her to stay. She was shaking. Melanie wanted to see if she could be of any help, but she knew she would be paged if anything was needed. She was a surgeon but mostly dealt with cardiac patients. She could only see the man running, not who or what was shot.

Flack got out of his car and told Danny about what was going on. A girl was attacked in an alley and some guy tried to play hero. She got away, while Price Charming got the bullet. He looked up and saw Melanie from across the street. She had a perfect view of the crime. He smiled as he told Danny he was going to question a potential witness. Danny and Lindsey both looked up and laughed. This would be an open shut case if she saw anything.

"Guess who just became my favorite witness." Flack strolled in.

Melanie turned herself around on the stool and saw his blue eyes over looking the register.

"I'm just you're favorite." Melanie was getting flirty, but quickly saw Bridget.

"Well, maybe that too. So, what did you see?"

"I heard a gun shot and saw a guy with a hoodie running. That was really it."

"Well pretty pretty princess, you're going to have to come with me. Make a quick statement."

Melanie put out her hand for Flack to help her down. He extended his and softly wrapped his fingers between hers. It was a perfect fit. As she turned to go to the dressing room, her bad began to vibrate furiously. She rummaged through her bag and pulled out her pager. It was exactly what she thought.

"Look, I have to leave."

"Um, your date can wait." Flack smirked.

"No, it's the hospital. The guy who got shot, is now my patient."