The New York Detective That Complicated My Life

I wake up the next morning feeling oddly warm, like really warm. I open my eyes to my face pressed into something white... and solid. Then I realize, it has heartbeat. Looking up, I see Flack's head, and then It finally hits me. He fell asleep last night, and now my face is pressed against his chest. Ok, this is slightly awkward. Then again, it's kind of nice to not fall asleep alone for once. Usually, when an ex would 'sleep' with me, they would leave in the middle of the night. So, it's nice to have this feeling. I look at our position and it's just like we had fallen asleep last night.

I try to get up but his arm tightens his hold on me, leaving me with me with no choice but to lay back down. I go to close my eyes again when I hear Flack's voice.

"Good morning."

"Morning."

"Sorry I didn't leave last night, I feel asleep... not that I mind that I did..." He leans down slightly to kiss the top of my head.

"It's fine... I actually slept really good."

"I hate to say this but I told you so..." I turn around slightly and slap his arm. His grip on my arm loosens, so I remove his arm from my waist and get up.

"Where are you going?" He asks. I grab my bag that Stella brought here.

"Shower, enjoy your morning." I walk away as a smirk finds its way on my face.

"Woah... hold up..." I hear him climbing out of bed just as I enter the bathroom, shut the door and lock it. I set the bag on the counter as I dig out my shampoo and soap. Then my makeup bag is set on the counter.

When I get into the shower, my mind automatically goes to what's happened over the past couple of days. Then I look at the cut on my arm, and get a good look at. It's still somewhat red but the cut itself is starting to heal. When I turn my back towards the shower, the hot water beats down on the bruises. It somewhat hurts, but yet it soothes the pain as well. I do what I need to do then get out and dry off. I put my shampoo and soap back in my bag then fully dry out my hair before simply brushing it out. Then I put on a gray t-shirt, dark blue jean shorts, and a teal necklace. I put on a smidge of lip gloss then put everything back in the back. I unlock the bathroom door then walk out, dropping the bag back on the bed, then I walk into the kitchen to find Flack dressed in another suit, and he's holding something in his hand.

"What is that?" I ask him. He doesn't respond as he shoves it into my hand and I look at it.

"It's your antibiotics the doctor's told you to take." I look at the medication then at him.

"Don't even think about it... I will shove that medication down your throat if I have to. Please for me?" He gives me a sad look. Shaking my head, I throw the medication in my mouth, then swallow.

"See wasn't that bad was it? Anyways, I have to get into work. I'll see you later." He kisses me on the cheek before walking towards the door. "I'll call you later today." He then leaves out the door without out another word. And now begins the many hours of being alone. As I go to walk back towards the bedroom, my phone goes off. I rush in and dig for my phone. I answer it.

"Hello?"

"Yes, Mrs. Stevens is Anthony Hodgkin. We have made a decision."

"You have?" I ask.

"Yes we have, and we decided that we would extremely lucky if you would join the Hodgkin team." Holy shit I got the job!

"I would be honored."

"Welcome to the team then. I will email you more details about when you start." He hung up. Yes! I can stay in New York! I have Flack to thank for that though because he had actually gotten me the job in a way because he recommended me for the job.

I have the phone in my hand to call him when someone knocks on the door. I put my phone down on the table and walk over by the door.

"Who is it?" I call out.

"It's your cousin Tony." Tony? What, no way. I look through the peephole which I have great difficulty doing because of my height but sure enough on the other side of the door is my cousin Tony, with his black hair slicked back slightly and his signature leather jacket and white t-shirt. I open the door, extremely excited since I haven't seen my cousin since he helped me move here to New York. I open the door as fast as I could without ripping it off the hinges. Tony looks at me, his green eyes twinkling.

"There's my little short fry." Tony ruffles my hair.

"I'm 5'5."

"Exactly, you could go into a vat of radioactive waste, you could afford to grow a few feet." I punch him in the arm.

"Tony, what are you doing here, and how did you know where I would be?" I ask, moving out of the way slightly so he could step in. I shut the door behind him.

"Well, imagine my surprise when I get a call from a New York detective by the name of Don Flack in the middle of an interview saying that your cousin's been attacked on the streets." His green eyes turning angry. I can't believe Flack called my cousin, why?

"What the hell happened Annabel? And I'm not leaving til you tell me the story, the ENTIRE story." He asks, his accent get thick. I sigh as I sit at the table with my hands folded. I tell him everything, about the first and the second time I has gotten. In fact, I've told him everything since this has all started except any deals with Flack. That means I never told him about the date and how were 'unofficially officially together' in my opinion. By the end of it, Tony has sat across me at the table with his hand lightly on my arm.

"Thank you for telling me, I appreciate it. I have one more question though, why are you here? Instead of at home?" Ok, I don't know how to answer this question. Shit, I'm screwed.

"Well... after I had been grabbed the second time, some Detectives thought it would be a good idea to stay in this 'safe house' sort of. So the guy if he wanted to come after me again, couldn't find me." Tony gives me a questioning look but doesn't act on it.

"Ok, Annabel I'm glad your going to be ok." He stands up as I do too and he pulls me in for a hug.

"I'll be in New York for a few days to do some client searching," I forgot to mention that Tony builds custom bikes for a living. "So if you ever wanna talk or hang out you know my number." He winks at me before walking towards the door.

"I'll be sure to do so." He smiles one last time before opening the door and walking out, closing it behind him. As I get up to lock the door, my phone rings. Picking it up, I see it's Flack. All I do is put it on vibrate and put it back down.

For some reason, I don't know why but I'm mad at Flack. I can't believe he called and told my cousin what happened! This is exactly why I didn't want Tony to know in the first place, because I knew he would come over as soon as he heard what happened. I just can't believe Flack went over my head and called him. How did he even get my cousin's number?

My phone vibrates and I briefly look at it to see that Flack is calling again. I ignore it as I grab the phone and head into the bedroom. I look in my bag and it's like Stella read my mind because a book and my head phones are in my bag. Grabbing the head phones and book, I get comfortable on the bed, plug my head phones into my phone, turn on my phone and play music. Just as I open the book, Flack calls my phone for the third time, but again I ignore it as I open the book and begin to be immersed in the reading.

I don't know how many hours later it is but I'm in the bathroom taking a break from the reading when I hear the front door open the close shortly afterwards. I hear footsteps outside the door in the hallway.

"Annabel?" I hear Flack call out. I open the bathroom door and step out to be greeted by Flack.

"Ohh thank god. I thought he got you again. Why didn't you answer the phone? Did you not know I called MULTIPLE times?" He asks, his blue eyes getting cloudy with anger.

"Ohh I know you called..." I respond as I try to move but he blocks me in at the doorway with his arm.

"Then why didn't you call back?"

"Because I didn't want to call back, much less answer the calls." I look at his eyes And I swear they've changed from the lighter blue they usually are to a dark blue.

"Why did you ignore my calls?! I was worried sick about you."

"Next time, don't go over my head and call my cousin." I duck under his arm that had me trapped against the doorway and start to walk away, but he follows me.

"He actually came?" He sounds surprised.

"What the hell did you think he was going to do when you told him that I was attacked on the streets? Send flowers?"

"I didn't think he would come from Boston. I called just to tell him..."

"That's what I didn't want you to do! I didn't want him to know because I didn't want him to worry! Now he , which is the exact opposite of what I wanted..." I start walking towards the kitchen when Flack grabs my arm.

"Look, I'm sorry I know I shouldn't have gone over your head to call him. I just thought that someone should know what happened..."

"Yeah and you thought wrong." I shake my arm out of his grasp and walk towards the room where I enter, and close the door. Flack goes to the other side of the door and lightly bangs his fist against it.

"Annabel, come on let's talk about this. I'm sorry, just open the door." His banging at the door stops. I just sit in silence on window sill.

"Take that as a no..." I hear him say, the footsteps away from the door, then a door closing. Getting up from the window, I go and open the door a crack then go over to my bag and take out a t-shirt and shorts and change into them before I take the picture of me and my cousin that I had put on the bedside table and hold on to it.

Sighing, I put it back on the table then sit cross-legged on the bed and start rubbing my eyes. While I'm rubbing my eyes, I hear almost silent footsteps coming into the room. I take my hands away from my eyes for a moment to see Flack sitting on the corner of the bed in a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the dress pants.

"You ok?" He asks.

"Fine." I give a simple answer.

"You know, lying to a detective isn't a smart idea."

"And I don't care..." Then I mutter under my breath as I realise I just told him I was lying in a way. He just shakes his head as he pulls me closer towards him. I stiffen but he continues pulling me towards him to the point where he is sitting up and my head is in lap, which now I'm not comfortable with.

"Today when you so kindly wouldn't answer your phone..." He looks down at me for a second. "I was in a meeting with the chief inspector, who by the way has no idea about what happened. Anyways, I was in the meeting when you didn't answer your phone again, so I decided to leave. Which by the way, he was not happy with. Let me tell you something, if the chief inspector were to catch wind of... this I could get in huge trouble because technically I can not get personally involved with anyone in a case because it could so-called 'mess up my perception of the case' never understood that but..." He takes his fingers on his right hand and starts playing with my hair slightly. "I figured though... let him find out... because your safety is more important to me then my job." I looked up at him.

"You serious?" I ask him.

"Why wouldn't I be?" He leans down lightly to kiss my forehead before continuing speaking.

"I was talking to Danny and I asked him for some advice." I look at him with my eyebrow raised.

"Yeah I know doesn't happen real often, but it happens. I had asked him how to show you that I'm serious about us and this is what he said..." He leaned down far enough to where his lips touch mine. As it goes on, He starts pouring his emotions into it one by one, Sadness, anger. He pulled away to look me dead in the eye. His eyes were practically shining as he smiled slightly.

"I love you Annabel." He whispers.

"You what?" I stutter out.

"You heard me, I love you Annabel." As I'm looking at him, tears starts appearing in my eyes, so I turn my face into the side of his leg.

"Why are you crying? That wasn't suppose to make you cry."

"No other person I've been with has said that to me." I say this as my face is still pressed into his leg. He starts to move, but he drags me with him as he leans against the headboard like the previous night except I'm crying into his chest. I know, romantic right?

"It's ok, stop crying." He runs his hand up and down my back. Once I calm down, he presses a kiss into my hair. I turn so my face is now facing the wall ahead.

"I never told you this but I got the job."

"That's fantastic..."

"I just wanted to thank you because you were the one that recommended me and I thought I would just..." He silences me by putting a finger over my mouth.

"First, you talk wayy too much and second of all..." He kisses me "congratulations." He leans down and puts his lips right next to my ear. "Let me show you how much I love you..." He flips over so he's on top of me.

"What are you..." Not that I'm objecting I'm just curious, but my objection isn't heard all the way through because he cuts me off by crashing his lips against mine, and kissing me. Man, was it hot before he broke it off. It actually had me slightly panting.

"You said in previous relationships, they haven't told you they loved you. I'm proving to you how much I love you." He cuts me off with another searing hot kiss before I can speak.

So he said he love her! And some... other things are going to happen ;) or maybe not? Guess your going to have to wait and find out