A/N; So here it is – chapter 2. Thank-you so so so so so much if you reviewed/favourite/alerted this, it really does mean a lot. Thanks to Lacythe DemonicDuck & Joy1791 for being my first reviewers!!

I am also going to ignore the spoilers for the season finale – I refuse to believe them.

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Quick warning – bit of language in this chapter but nothing severe

Disclaimer; yeh I still don't own it – god knows I wish I did. Oh the fun I would have.

Chapter 2;

Any words that had helped her mood lift earlier in the day were now useless. Jess was angry – really angry. The Nielson case had really got to her; an innocent man had been murdered and then savagely chopped into pieces and scattered around various dumpsters all because some kid had a grudge, sent a horrific email which his 'do-gooder' father had decided to deal with. That poor man, well actually Jess felt sorrier for the wife – she had lost the love of her life for no apparent reason. The irony of true love was too cruel.

She was in pain too; that 'awesome' slide, as Danny had dubbed it, over the car's hood had actually hurt. Jess was pretty sure she had a sprained wrist from the force she had exerted on it when she jumped and then crashing to the ground on top of that kid was not helping matters. The hours worth of paperwork afterwards had also been a killer. She was going to be stiff and sore tomorrow morning, not to mention grumpy, and she still had to talk to Don.

Jess was currently walking the darkened streets from the precinct back to her apartment after having decided to leave her car there and not risk driving home on account of her wrist.

That had been a bad idea.

Roughly 5 minutes into her 20 minute walk the heavens had decided to open, and it was now pouring with rain. Jess was getting wetter and wetter with every step and her mood was deteriorating faster than the falling raindrops. Her make-shift sling was cutting into her shoulder, and it wasn't even working – the dull throb of the pain had somehow travelled to her head, so she now had a headache to deal with.

"It is not my day," she grumbled as she entered the lobby of her apartment complex, squinting against the harshness of the lights and the pain it caused to her head.

She tried to smile at the super, but she was pretty it sure it came out as a grimace. She didn't give a flying toss.

Walking over to the lifts, she angrily waited for the carriage to arrive while thoughts of a nice, hot, relaxing bath swirled around in her head. Her body twinged in pain as she felt the tap on her shoulder. She turned to face her balding super.

"Er..I'm really sorry Detective Angell but the lifts aren't gonna be arriving any time soon. They're up top – maintenance is working on them. You're gonna have to take the stairs." The super trailed off at Jess's glare.

"You're joking right?" she said icily.

"Nope," the man was almost shaking in fear.

"I live on the freakin' 14th floor! It's gonna take me forever to get up there." Jess was almost yelling.

"Look I really am sorry, but it is the only way. It'll do you good – exercise is important these days."

Jess had to restrain from laughing out loud at the sheer stupidity of the man.

"I'm a cop, all I do all day, every day is chase sodding criminals around this city. And I'm sorry but you are one to talk." Snarled Jess indicating her super's tyre rolls of fat bulging over his belt. Jess walked off towards the stairs ignoring the man's noises of insult behind her.

"Oh sod off," she muttered pushing through the heavy set doors.

Looking up, Jess surveyed just how far she was going to have to walk to get to her floor.

"Buga."

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A couple hours earlier in the day, Flack had had to do the exact same walk except he was also laden down with bags full of food, movies, bubble bath, candles – you name it. If it was considered 'romantic' then Don had gone out and got it – it was all part of the plan. The determination to set things right had overcome the burning pain in his thighs as he had trekked to Jess's apartment.

Don was relieved he had his key to her apartment on him, he could still remember the day she had given it to him. Words could not express the feelings he had felt at that moment – he simply kissed her senseless hoping that actions spoke louder than words. They had. Jess had broken the kiss and simply said, "Your welcome," before resuming the kiss; they hadn't really done anything else for the rest of the evening. Don could remember the dinner they had both cooked had sat on the table ignored and slowly getting cold. Neither had cared.

Don was currently pacing in the front room, his suit jacket, tie and shirt long abandoned as he continued to stress as to Jess's whereabouts. He cut a dashing figure in just his dark trousers, and wife beater.

He whirled to face the door as he heard a key turn in the lock. His nerves were on tenter hooks, this was worse than any raid he had participated in, the anticipation and the battle of Mothra like sized butterflies in his stomach nearly had him on his knees.

One thought was hammering through his brain.

Jess.

"Hey Jess," he said softly, looking into her clearly shocked deep chocolate eyes, "Look I'm really sorry about before, I was an idiot and...." he trailed off as he realised Jess hadn't said anything and she was wringing wet and she had a sling on. Oh and she looked pissed.

Jess was shocked, truly shocked. What the hell was Don doing in her apartment? She was still mad at him, no matter how handsome he currently looked, all pensive and worried, his eyes blazing in the dim light, she was still stinging from his snide remark. And why could she smell pizza?

She wanted to burst into tears; the emotions of the day had finally caught up with her and the only way her body wanted to deal with them was to curl up and cry.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice cracking, as she stormed past him and slammed her way into her bedroom.

Candles. Vanilla candles. Her favourite. He was trying hard.

She slumped, for the second time that day, defeated to the floor and leaning back against the door, she let the tears silently fall.

Don was too stunned to move. That was not part of the plan. He had to do something.

He walked over to her bedroom door and unknowingly mimicked Jess's actions – only a piece of wood separated them, and so he started to talk.

"Jess..." he paused for thought, "I know you well enough to see when you are not in the mood for talking so I'm gonna talk so all you need to do is listen."

He heard a faint mumble of agreement through the door.

"Jess, I'm so sorry for what I said earlier today, I never meant to hurt you. I knew as soon as the words came out of my mouth I had been an idiot. Stella didn't need to tell me I was a dumbass, I already knew. Just like I know, and have known for about a year and four months – ever since you walked in through the precinct doors, that I am madly in love with you Jess Angell. I'm not a poet or a writer so I don't know the right words to describe how I feel, I'm just a guy with a high school diploma trying to tell his girlfriend how insanely, truly, madly, deeply, completely in love with you I am. Because I am Jess, I love you. Every single little part of you. I love how you always know when I need a break, I love your laugh, your smile, your eyes that can somehow see into my soul and your hair that's like silk. I love your biker boots and that sexy as hell leather jacket you have. I love how when you get angry your nose wrinkles in frustration, I love how you know exactly what I'm thinking all the time. I love how we know we have each other's backs and I love how everyone can see our connection. I love your compassion, your strength, your humour, your bravery, your honesty, your loyalty and so many other qualities about you that I can't even name. I can't lose you Jess, I love you so much." Don stood and rested his forehead against the door. "But Jess I could go on all night about how much I love you but I'm really worried about why your arm is in a sling and your dripping wet. So please let me in so I can kiss you senseless and check to see if you're okay."

The door opened and Jess practically jumped into Don's arms.

"You'll never lose me, I promise." Jess murmured into Don's chest, breathing in his familiar scent. "I love you too, so much that sometimes I can barely breathe."

The relief that washed through Don was palpable.

"I love you more," he whispered before sticking true to his first point and kissing her senseless. Her arm, that was unencumbered by the sling wove around his neck as he deepened the kiss and they both moaned in pleasure. Flack pulled Jess into his body, his hands placed possessively on her lower back and neck as they continued to kiss.

Suddenly one of Jess's moans turned into a yelp of pain and Don cursed himself for being such an idiot. Her arm.

Breaking away and leaning their foreheads together they gazed into each other's eyes for what seemed like eternity before Don stuck true to his second and third point.

"Why is your arm in a sling and why are you dripping wet?"

Jess leaned in for a chaste kiss, "Well Hawkes thinks I have a sprained wrist, 'cos I had to jump over a car's hood today to catch this kid who I then crash landed on, and my wrist somehow got tangled up in the mix. This stupid, painful sling was his contraption so remind me to kick his arse tomorrow and I'm dripping wet, as are you now, because I decided to walk home and not chance driving and it started to pour."

"Oh," was all Don said as he leant in for another searing kiss. "We should get changed before we get sick, my spare clothes are still here right?"

Jess nodded and pulled him into her bedroom, "third drawer. I'll go get changed in the bathroom – be right back." With a swift kiss, Jess departed for her en-suite, fresh clothes in hand.

Don quickly changed into his baggy red Rangers hoodie and dark sweats before heading back out to the kitchen so he could dunk the pizzas in the oven to re-heat and put the dvd into the player.

After about ten minutes of silence, Don was wondering where Jess had got to. Walking over to her bathroom door, he tapped lightly.

"Jess? Honey you okay?"

Silence.

He decided to chance it. Slowly opening the bathroom door, he stuck his head through to survey the scene.

Jess was sat on the edge of the bath, which Don had filled with bubbles and surrounded by flickering, scented candles, trailing her hand through the water. At least she had got changed into sweats and a tank top, and was out of her wet clothes, Don thought.

Sliding up behind her and lacing his arms around her body, he pulled her up and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"It's probably gone cold," he said before starting to trail kisses down Jess's neck and onto her bare shoulders.

"Mmmm," Jess murmured in agreement, words momentarily failing her.

"Come on pizza's in the oven & films about to start." Don grabbed Jess's hand and pulled her through into the lounge, "I won't be a second. I love you."

Jess got comfy on the couch and waited for Don and the enjoyable evening that stretched out in front of her, maybe today wasn't so bad after all.

A few hours later, the pair were both fast asleep on the couch, Jess in Don's arms and her head on his chest, both covered by the blanket and both dreaming sweet dreams.

A/N Hope you enjoyed that. If only every guy was as perfect as Don Flack. Please leave a review and tell me what you thought & keep an eye out for chapter 3. x