A/N: So I might be on hiatus on 'Cross My Heart', no one really seems to like it anymore :c I keep getting such good ideas for this story, but they seem to go unnoticed... I've been waiting to work this song into the story though c:

One push is all you'll need (Boom-lay boom-lay-boom)

A fist-first philosophy (boom-lay boom-lay-boom)

We watch with wounded eyes (boom-lay boom-lay boom)

So I hope you recognize

I'm on the front line

Don't worry I'll be fine

The story's just beginning

I say goodbye to my weakness

So long to regrets

And now I see the world

Through diamond eyes

Shinedown — Diamond Eyes

Don stretched out on his bed before sitting up. The news that Thomas Maxwell was in prison for attempting to destroy evidence and breaking and entering was everywhere. There went their last hope of finding Jay. Luckily, no more bodies were piling up. His phone went off and he snatched it up.

"Flack", he said.

"Flack, they found Jay Maxwell, meet us at Thompson Square in twenty minutes", Mac said. Don jumped out of bed, pulling on jeans and a button-down shirt and raced for the door. There was no time to shower or brush his teeth, so he popped a mint in the car, pulling up to Thompson Square with a minute to spare. He jumped out, getting a Kevlar from Mac. He looked around for his little partner in crime.

"Where's Pacino?" he asked. He knew she would be there.

"She's getting a Kevlar right now", Mac replied. Soon enough, Isabella came back, dressed in a Kevlar.

"Let's do this", she said with a wide smile. Mac led the way until they reached the top floor. He pounded on the door.

"Jay Maxwell, NYPD, open up!" he said. No answer. He nodded to the uniforms and the door was kicked open. Everyone filed into the room, looking around. Don walked quietly into another room and looked around. A man was sitting on a chair, a very amused look on his face. He had a shaggy beard and cold, dead brown eyes with dark hair to match. Don poked his head to see if Isabella was nearby. She was the only one who could properly identify him. She was looking somewhere else.

"NYPD", Don said, pointing his gun. The man stood up, grunting.

"You're in my place", he said.

"Are you Jay Maxwell?" he asked. Officers flooded into the room. Isabella pointed her gun at him.

"That's him, Flack", she said. The man turned around and a bright smile crossed his features.

"The beautiful Isabella Pacino is on my case once again!" he said with sheer delight. Her eyes flashed.

"Put your hands behind your back, Maxwell. You're under arrest", she said. He chuckled and did as he was told. Isabella jerked his arms behind his back and cuffed him.

"You're under arrest for the murders of Jenny Vernon and Virginia Masters. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you do not have an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?" she said, leading him out of the apartment.

"Yes", Jay replied grimly. Don followed closely behind, keeping an eye on the pair. He helped Maxwell into the squad car and closed the door.

"Case closed, Detective", he said to Isabella. She smiled and got into the Buick.

"Hope you don't mind if I ride with you", she said, blushing lightly.

"I don't mind at all", he replied.

"What's the first thing you're gonna do when you get home?" he asked. She shrugged.

"Sleep, then go to Rayer's. Then I'll help my mom with the stay-home she opened", she replied.

"What's a stay-home?" he asked.

"A stay-home is another word for a boardinghouse, but stay-home sounds nicer and homier", she replied with a smile.

"You must have a pretty big house to have all that room", he commented.

"My dad gave my mom a lot of money to support me and my brother and herself, so we got an old hotel and converted it into a house. Ian and I are all grown up now and Mama loves taking care of people and entertaining guests, so she opened up the stay-home", she replied. They drove up to the precinct and got out. Isabella let out a deep breath.

"This nightmare's finally over", she said.

Isabella leaned against the seat of her rental car and sighed. She hated driving new cars, there was something about vintage cars that did it for her. She hated all the high-tech gizmos and stuff. The only thing she wanted in a car was: Functioning radio, heating and cooling units, running fine, and seat-belts. Her phone rang and she pressed the answer button on the steering wheel. Granted, she liked the new Camaro she had rented for her use in the city, and its convenient gadgets, and the total performance machine it was, but she missed her old Chevelle and its temperamental .

"Pacino", she said.

"Hey, I just wanted to ask when you're leaving", Don said.

"Anxious to get rid of me already, Flack?" she asked. It had been two days since they'd collared Jay Maxwell and she was heading home the day after tomorrow.

"Nah, just wanted to know if you were busy", he replied. She enjoyed the NYPD detective's company; they worked surprisingly well together.

"No, I am not", she said.

"Well, I was gonna grab a drink tonight if you wanted to join me", he suggested. Isabella nearly slammed her brakes and laid on the horn as she was cut off by another car.

"Watch where you're driving, ass clown!" she yelled, completely forgetting she had Flack on the phone.

"See? A week and a half in New York and you're one of us!" he said. She clapped her hand over her mouth.

"Sorry 'bout that, some guy cut me off and my road rage came out", she apologized.

"It's okay", he told her.

"But you said something about drinks, right?" she said. Just to make sure.

"Yeah, you free?" he asked.

"Sure, name the time and place", she agreed.

"I'll swing by your room around seven. That cool?" he asked. She chuckled.

"Sure, seven sounds good", she agreed.