AN: I know I haven't been here in like months. Sorry for that. Please Review! :D

The sunlight came in and gave Melanie a headache. She turned over to hide her face. She felt something touching her leg. She slowly opened her eyes. She looked over to find that she was not dreaming. That she and Flack had really slept together. She put her hands over in face and tried to think of a way to deal with this. She pull the sheet over her body and crept away. She took the entire top sheet with her. She went towards her drawers and grabbed some clothes. As she looked towards the bed, part of her did regret sleeping with him. She jumped into bed with a guy that she only knew a few weeks. And there was the whole working with the uncle card. Mac would kill Flack if he ever found out. The chemistry they had couldn't be denied, but they had to.

She threw a sweat jacket over her tank top just to get herself moving and ready for work. She tried to shut the coffee maker off before it beeped, but missed it. Flack was already up and starting to get dressed. She looked towards her room and saw him looking for his belt. She didn't want to say anything. They just shared a look that made the mood tense.

"Morning." They both said at the same time.

"You sleep okay?" Flack questioned.

"Yeah, you kicked me this morning, but I'm okay." She tried to lighten the mood a bit.

"Guess I'm not use to having someone else in bed with me."

Flack smiled while Mel just drank her coffee and went to get the paper.

"We're really going to do this?"

"Do what." Mel was stunned.

"Act like last night never happened."

"For both our sakes, it didn't. Besides, Mac will kill you if he finds out."

"You really feel that way."

"We were comforting each other after what happened. It's natural."

"It was more than that."

"Look Flack, I can't do this."

"You're just gonna go on with your day like we didn't wake up together. Having had sex the night before."

"I don't want to make this hard since we live in the same building."

"Screw being neighbors."

"You're mad..."

"I'm pissed off." Flack had a few other choices were but decided against them.

"Look, we can talk later." Melanie extended a cup of coffee.

"No thanks. I don't do pity." Flack grabbed his jacket and stormed off.

Melanie would of went after him, she really would of, but would it make a difference? She said things he didn't want to hear so what was the point of furthering his pain.

She had a big department meeting at the hospital today. It was in regards to her return and some new policies. Since her grandfather suffered another stroke he'd have to step down from being the chair of the committee. She hoped they would name her Uncle Alex instead of her. She was a doctor, not someone who ran meetings and planned hospital events. It wasn't in her. She quickly jumped in the shower and was now fully awake. She let the water slide off her body and drifted into a deep thought. Before she got any further she heard the phone ring. She almost slipped, but caught her balance.

The caller id read "Mac." She hesitated at first, but had to pick it up.

"Hey Uncle Mac."

"How was your night?"

She wanted to laugh at the question. The whole, well I slept with one of your detectives, didn't roll off the tongue like you'd think.

"It was fine."

"Did Flack check in on you yet."

"We spoke this morning, yes."

"Look, I know me asking him to check on you was a little much..."

"I get you're trying to protect me, and I love you for it. But I'm not a little girl anymore."

"It's what your dad would of wanted."

Never play the dad card with Melanie. It gives her such a bad taste, she shuts down. If Mac could only see the look she was giving him.

"He would also want you to back off." Melanie hung up and got ready for her meeting.

Flack made it to the station for what felt like ten minutes after he left Melanie's apartment. Every thing was a blur and so rushed. He didn't even remember the drive over. He was in a pissed off mood and now had mountains of paper work on his desk. He moved the folders over and reached for the phone.

"Hey hot shot, hows the body treating ya?" Danny yelled.

"Just fine Dan-O."

"I heard you took one hell of a beating."

"Not really. We worked hard on the other guy."

"Oh yeah, I heard Mel gave in her two cents."

"She fought him off. She's tough."

"She clever and lucky."

"Growing up in her family, I think it was a way of life." Flack laughed.

"So you two close now or something?"

"Nah, just neighbors."

"Right." Danny rolled his eyes.

Flack went to make a comment but he saw Mac approaching.

"Hey Don."

"Mac." Flack nodded.

"Thanks for taking care of Melanie."

"No sweat Mac, it was a favor."

"I won't forget it. She's just had a rough time, I need to know she's okay."

"She was fine this morning." Flack said the sentence and Danny was the only one to look surprised.

"I called her. She's a little pushy, but she's grateful."

Flack nodded as both Danny and Mac walked away. His hand glided across his desk to his phone. His fingers slowly dialed her number. Voicemail, of course. He decided he was just going to show up at the hospital. Nothing could possibly go wrong, right?

"Melanie we all have to take on responsibility now that Pop is ill."

"Are you serious? The second I found out he suffered another stroke, I was on a plane to New York."

"I know that."

"I am running all of the surgical planning, all you need to do is keep face."

"I don't understand why he's leaving her in charge." Her grandfather's assistant pouted.

"Look, it's what Pop wants." Her Uncle Alex intervened.

"I don't want this."

"You're stuck with it kiddo."

Her Uncle and grandfather's assistant walked away as she rolled her eyes. Her grandfather had this big plan in mind that she would be the face and mind behind his hospital. The mind part didn't worry her, but the face? She hated going to those stupid dinners and events. She was a doctor, surgery was all she knew. The nurse handed her a pile of charts to consult. She tore through the pages, not even realizing she gave herself a paper cut.

"You should be careful with those. Paper work is the devil." Flack appeared from the distance.

"Look, I'm not in the mood for our banter."

"Why not? Keeps things interesting."

"I thought we made it clear to stay away." Melanie whispered.

"No, you made it clear. I'm here to tell you what I want."

"And what is that Detective?"

"You."

Melanie fought off a smile. When someone says something like that, it's hard to resist.

"You think you want me, but you don't."

"I beg to differ. How would we even know, we never dated."

"We had sex once, we skipped past all the bullshit and flowers."

"Maybe I want to deal with the bullshit." Flack inched closer.

"I'm in a non relationship mode right now. Only thing I can offer is drinks and maybe sex."

"Well I'm here to change that."

"You really think you can change my stance? Besides Mac..."

"We'll keep it a secret then. Good thing we live so close." Flack winked.

"I have work to get back to." Melanie smiled.

"Fine. My place after work then. We'll talk this thing out." Flack went to kiss Melanie on the cheek but she turned away.

She picked up her paper work and smiled. She looked at Flack and nodded. She'd have to just try things out, for now.