The New York Detective That Complicated My Life

She's bringing me in for questioning when I did nothing wrong, and in top of all of this, Flack ordered her to do this! My day just keeps getting better and better!

"Look Annabel, I'm already doing you a favor by not having any other people bring you in. Please just grab a jacket and come with me. I really don't want to do this but I have to." I get a good look at Stella and I do see the regret in her eyes and the unwillingness. Muttering under my breath, I grab my jacket from the coat rack and step outside, closing the door behind me. Stella leads me to the car parked outside. Without another word, I climb into the backseat. I'm silent the ride to the department I use to barely hate, now I hate it with a passion. When we get there, I get out of the back seat and wait for Stella to get out. When she get's out, she stands behind me and starts to lead me into the building.

When we get in the main area, it seems like every person in that room feels the need to stare at me. I ignore them as Stella begins to lead me through the room. On the way, we passed by Flack's desk. He stands up from his chair and looks at me.

"Annabel..."

"Just go to hell ok?" I say to him as Stella leads me past him and towards a holding cell. Another one of the officers opens one of the cells, I walk into it, then they close the door behind me. I go to one of the walls and sit against it, with my arms against my legs.

Flack's eyes are on me as he walks over to the cell. He steps up to the bars as he looks at me.

"You ok?" He asks quietly.

"I don't know, let's see. I had barely woken up and I have to go in for questioning and I'm in a fucking holding cell. On top of all of that, my boyfriend is the one that gave the orders to take me in. What do you think?" I glare at him, then I realise in my head that's the first time I called my boyfriend. Such a romantic time to say it too. He takes his eyes away from me and walks away from the cell.

I lean my head against the wall as I close my eyes. I take a deep breath through my nose as I take in my surroundings. I don't know how much time passes before I hear an officer go "get up." I stand up and he opens the holding cell door. He handcuffs me as he starts to lead me down a hallway. He opens a door down the hallway and tells me to walk in. I walk in and he closes the door behind me. I'm in a freaking interrogation room. There's the typical one way glass and table and chairs. I sit in one of the chairs at the table, and wait for whoever the hell is questioning me. The other door in the room opens and in walks Flack with a folder in his hand. He closes the door and sits in the other chair at the table. He sets the folder on the table and sighs.

"So, did you tell them to handcuff me too?" I ask. Flack ignores that comment as he takes a picture out of the folder and slides it over to me.

"Do you recognize this girl?" He asks with a professional tone in his voice.

"Yes, this is the girl who I found buried in the park."

"What I mean Ms. Stevens, is do you know this woman's name?" I raise my eyebrows at him using my last name.

"I have no freaking clue what the hell her name is and you know that."

"Not to call you a liar, Ms. Stevens but we have evidence that proves otherwise."

"Oh my god, you just basically just called me a liar. Are you seriously going to play this game?" I ask, getting angry because let's face it, he knows I have no fucking clue who this women is. He takes something out of the folder and holds it in his hands. It looks like a report of some kind.

"It says right here, that in the victims home they found an entry on her computer that says and I quote 'Annabel Stevens has had it out for me since the beginning' so we did some digging. Turns out you went to college with our victim. So I'm going to ask you again, do you remember the name Samantha Baker?" He asks, standing up from the chair.

"How the hell am I suppose to remember someone who was in the same college as me? You know is this is insane, why in God's name am I being questioned when I have no fucking clue who she is?"

"Annabel, I'm going to have to ask you to tone it down."

"Ohh you actually used my first name? I am shocked. It looks like your job does come first huh?" I look at him and there's pain in his eye's.

"You know that's not true."

"Then why did you bring me in when you know damn well I don't know who she is?" He doesn't answer that as he just looks at me.

"Next time, why don't you just believe me the first time around ok?" I ask, my wrists straining against the cuffs.

"I'm just doing my job Annabel."

"Exactly my point." Flack gives me a sad look as he stands up from the table, opens the door he came in, and walks out slamming the door closed behind him. The same cop comes in the way I came in and stands me up. He leads me back to the holding cell I was in earlier. I go back to the original spot I was in earlier when I was here. When I sit down, I see Danny standing next to Flack at his desk.

"So how pissed is Annabel?" Danny asks Flack as Flack runs a hand through his hair.

"Extremely. The thing is the evidence doesn't lie Danny. She knows the victim and she's flat-out denying it." At this point, Danny and Flack look at me and I look at them.

"Looks like we got someone's attention."

"First time today she does not have the look in her eyes of 'I want to kill you'." At that thought, my eyes begin to water as my mind starts to take this into effect.

I am possibly being accused of murder, and just as I got a job that could keep me in New York. If they catch wind of this, they could take the job away and I would have to move back to Oklahoma. I start silently crying as I put my head in my arms.

"Shit Don, she crying?" Danny asks him.

"Yeah she is." I hear Flack sigh as I hear footsteps approaching the cell.

"Hey there Stevens, everything ok in there?" Danny asks.

"As well as everything can go when your accused of murder."

"Yeah it sucks, I was the main suspect in the murder of an undercover in the subway. It sucked, there's no easy way to put it. Sure, my girlfriend wasn't the one that gave the orders to arrest me but it was pretty bad. You want to know what got me through it?" I raise my head to look at Danny.

"What?"

"Well, it's more like a who. Flack did." I raise my eyebrow as best as I can.

"Yeah I know it's not the same situation but hear me out. Flack was one if the main people who had my back when not a lot of people did. He was there, helping me through it. He's a good guy, trust me."

"Flack is just doing his job, believe me when I say that he really does not want to do it, but as you said he's doing it because of his job. It's not like he actually wanted to arrest you and if he did that, there's something messed up with that." I crack a smile.

"See, you're smiling again. Annabel listen real carefully here. Because your Flack's girl, I and the rest of my team will be making sure your cleared. And because we have no real evidence to arrest you of murder..." Danny motions for the cop to open the cell doors. He does so and I stand up, The cop takes my handcuffs off.

"We're letting you go." Danny steps forward and gives me a hug.

"Everything will be okay." He let's go and walk away, leaving me standing alone in the bullpen. I take a deep breath as I wipe my eyes on the sleeves of my jacket. I start walking towards the entrance when Flack stops me.

I look at him with tears in my eyes still. "Yeah?"

"I'll see you at home ok?" He asks, his hand on my elbow. I just nod my head because I'm really not in the mood to talk a lot. He leans down slightly to give me a light kiss. "I love you." He whispers before walking away back towards his desk. I walk back out the door of the building and hail a cab.

When the cab drops me off in front of his place, I pay him with the money I keep in my jacket for emergencies. I then walk up stairs to his place and enter. I close the door as I hang up my jacket. As I walk into the kitchen, my phone which I apparently left on the counter is going off. I walk over to my phone and answer.

"Hello?" I ask, hoping my voice doesn't still sound like I'm crying.

"Do you not look at caller ID anymore?" I hear Flack ask with a smile.

"Apparently I don't." I respond as I try to walk and wipe my eyes at the same time.

"Listen, I wanted to let you know I have to stay late at work tonight, so I don't want you staying up waiting for me ok?" He asks.

"Yeah, ok." I say as I walk towards the bedroom.

"Hey.. I know your still upset about today.." He starts but I interrupt him.

"I don't want to talk about it, I'll see you tomorrow." I say gruffly then hang up. He's not totally forgiven, but he's partly forgiven. To take my mind off of everything, I cleaned and I mean I CLEANED. Literally, probably every visible spot in his place is either free of dust or scrubbed the hell down with pledge.

It was about 4:00pm when I went to get started on the kitchen floor when there's a knock at the door. While I was cleaning, I worked up a lot of sweat so the grey tang top is sticking to my body but I changed into jean shorts and my hair's in a high ponytail. I walk over to the door and look through the peephole and see it's Flack. Why the hell is knocking on his own door, and when the hell did he change into a black t-shirt and jeans?

I open the door and look at him.

"What the hell did you knock on your own door for?" I ask as I wipe some of the sweat off my face.

"Consider it as sort of a peace-offering. Why are you sweating, a lot?" He asks as his eyes travel down my body which is pretty much all covered in sweat.

"I did some cleaning, scratch that a lot of cleaning. Wait, why are you here? Thought you said you were staying late at work?"

"That's not important. The things, I know things are kind of shaky after what happened."

"Kind of shaky? You brought me in for question with murder!" I exclaim as I lean against the door frame.

"Exactly what I mean! Anyways, I didn't want to have to do that. Evidence pointed towards you in a connection towards a victim. I had to bring you in otherwise I could have lost my job. I was right when I said you matter more than my job but in this situation, I had to choose my job. Yes, I know I could've have risked your job, and I apologise for that." He looks at me for any signs of telling him to stop but he doesn't see any so he continues.

"I know it probably would have been easier if I brought you in myself, but I couldn't bring myself to do so. Listen, you deserve better than to be arrested by me." I cock my head to the side slightly because I have no clue what he is saying.

"Look, I know things between us are about as clear as mud but I was wondering, if I promise not to arrest you again, will you be with me... as in be my girlfriend?" He asks, his eyes shining with hope. Damn his eyes, now would be the perfect time to slide sunglasses over my eyes but I don't have them with me! I don't know, he kind of did dig himself out of a hole I didn't think he could.

"I don't know... I kind of don't want to be in a holding cell either." He smiles.

"I can promise you that you won't be in one of those anytime soon."

"It was kind of nice to not wake up alone for once."

"See! I knew you liked sleeping with me at night!" A smirk breaks out on his face.

"Again with the ego, anyways... I would love too." The smirk is replaced with a huge grin. "That's great." He goes in for a kiss then backs away because of all the sweat. "Can I step into my place now?"

"Ohh yeah." I step away from the entrance and let him then close the door behind him.

"How much did you clean exactly?" He asks as he looks around.

"You don't want to know." I respond as I take my tang top and lift it up to wipe my face off. I then set it back in its original position.

"Well in that case..." He takes his arms and pulls me to him, wrapping his arms around my waist slowly. "Thank you." He leans down and gives me a kiss, which as usual started slow but he ended making it move along the track faster backing me up against the counter and resting his hands at my hips.

I pull away and he looks at me, I of course am probably flushed.

"Not now, I'm sweating like crazy and I just finished cleaning. I'm pretty sure you don't want to smell like cleaner and dust."

"As long as it came from you I don't mind.." I laugh as I manage to get out of his arms and walk away towards the shower.

"Come on, I know you want this!" He exclaims, but I didn't answer that question because in fact, I do want to, I want that, I want him.

So they are offically together! And she admitted she wants him, like badly ;)