AN: It's been months and I'm sorry. Not many of you read this to begin with so I apologize for not putting it up for you. I just have no time. I deleted my other CSI story cause it sounded too much alike and I had no idea how to change it. I know where I want this to go, so hopefully you stick with me. Review :)

"So we're going to do this?"

"Yes. Just keep it a secret for now. My uncle is very protective of me, I don't want that to stress whatever this is."

"Okay, but eventually you'll tell him?"

"When he learns to back off. Ever since my dad died when I was seven, he made it a point to dig his nose in every part of my life."

"He's just worried."

"And I love him for that, I honestly do Flack, but this is how things get worse."

Flack brought his body against hers. He swept a piece of her hair away from her face. He never noticed how deep her eyes were. He had never seen such an intense shade of brown before. He kissed the top of her head and let her go.

"We'll do this your way, for now."

"You mean till you get bored of me."

"Eh, I can always get something on the side." Flack winked as she threw a pillow towards him.

It had been over two months since Melanie and Flack slept together. Danny was still a little suspicious of his friend and his new neighbor, but Lindsay told him to let it go. The fact that both Melanie and Flack lived so close made it the easiest relationship to cover up. They constantly switched places and made sure to leave nothing left behind. They were dealing with Mac as her uncle but Melanie knew him enough to hide certain things. He did notice that she did seem happier then when she first arrived, but she merely replied that she had made new friends and work was getting better. Flack wanted a real out in the open relationship, but Melanie wasn't giving in. She was guarding her heart after her last relationship. Every time Flack brought up certain topics she darted them. She didn't want to let herself feel more than she had to. He however wanted it all.

"Do you really have to go?"

"I can't sleep over...again."

"But...it's 1 a.m." Flack pulled Melanie in by her waist.

Melanie's smile spread across her face. She didn't like saying no to Flack but she had to. She knew deep down this was the right thing to do.

"Maybe some other time. I really need to go over a few things for my board meeting in the morning."

"You can bounce ideas off me." Flack grinned. "I'm an excellent listener."

"As much as I would love to do that, we both know I can't." As Melanie replied Flack turned his head away from her.

Flack reached for his tee shirt. Melanie let out a deep sigh as she knew she disappointed him. She wasn't lying this time. She did have a board meeting. All those other times she refused to let him sleep over or to stay herself were lies. Small white lies that he probably knew weren't the truth. She wished things were different.

"I'm sorry."

"Me too." Flack responded.

"Look, how about later me and you go out. Literally out of this awful apartment complex."

Flack half smiled, unsure if she was joking around this time. She had said this before but never came through on her promise.

"And what do I get to do to you if you're lying?"

"Anything you want." Melanie leaned in to kiss Flack and he pulled her down by her legs.

She fought off his grasp and winked as she shut the door. She went in her pocket for her keys when she heard someone.

"Late night?" A deep voice asked.

"Umm.."

"Did I startle you?"

Melanie was happy to see it was just the guy from down the hall, rather than someone Flack knew.

"No, just out of sorts."

"So you and this guy..."

"Just friends." Melanie cut him off.

"One in the morning doesn't say friends, it says booty call."

"Are you judging me Scott?" Melanie's tone was a bit harsh.

"Just messing around." He laughed and ran his fingers over the top of his buzzed hair cut.

"Mhm. Well, goodnight."

Melanie rested her head against the door. She promised Flack a date. A real date. How was she going to explain if anyone saw her. The friends thing could only hold up for so long, and by denying it she was being a total bitch. "Fuck! What have you gotten yourself into?" She thought to herself. She felt her phone vibrate against her hip. She reached inside her jean pocket to see who it was. It was a blocked number with a text that read "I need you to do something for me." A puzzled look grew on her face. She went to respond when another text came in. "the number is blocked for a reason, just do what I asked."

"How did the meeting go?"

"It went alright." Melanie avoided Flack's eyes as she tried to open her door.

"Don't forget about our date later." Flack said folding his arms across his chest.

Melanie stared at the detective in the hall. She quickly unlocked the door juggling her coffee and folder in her other hand. She rolled her eyes at the confidence in his voice. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and looked down at her heels. She tried to think of a witty comment to throw back at him, but instead let him remain excited.

"It hasn't slipped my mind...yet."

"And it better not. Flack dragged his body closer to hers.

"Have an idea of where you wanna go?"

"Well if it was up to you, it would be a dark alley or the middle of nowhere."

"My favorite spots." Melanie smirked at how well he knew her.

"I'm thinking the bar where we first met. You know, seeing as the airport doesn't really host dates."

"Um...everyone goes there after work."

"And?" Flack didn't seem fazed.

"As in your whole station goes there."

Flack shook his head. He thought when she meant a date that they would come clean about everything to their friends. He couldn't believe that he had put an amount of faith in her when she wasn't ready.

"Let's call it off then."

"No, I promised."

"You're not comfortable with this. I don't want to rush you into this."

"It's not that, I just don't want out first date to be a place where everyone knows us. You want to get to know me, what I'm like. It can't be a place where everyone can interrupt."

Flack went to respond but felt his phone going off. He excused himself and Melanie desperately tried to get in her apartment when she heard Mac's voice. She threw the folder in her house and put the coffee on the nearby ledge. She ran her fingers through the back of her hair as Mac found his way to her.

"Hey Uncle Mac."

"Can I talk to you?"

"Sure."

"There was a murder at Ethan's law firm."

Melanie's face grew pale and stomach grew uneasy. She feared what her uncle would say next.

"One of his assistants was killed. You knew of a Beth when you two were dating."

Melanie nodded her head, unable to speak. "I...got her...the job."

"Have you spoken to her since you've returned to town?"

"No, she wasn't a close friend, just someone from high school."

"Hey Mac, they found no prints so far." Flack interrupted.

"Means this person knew to cover up a little bit."

Melanie watched as both men went back and forth trying to think of what to do next while she just wanted to get out of there.