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A/N: Here's the next chappie!! This is just a short little transition to try to bring Flack and Lindsay back to New York, so we can pick up the real story!! Hope y'all like!!!Thanks to all who reviewed. As always, please R&R. My muse loves the attention. :D

Btw...Is anyone interested in me doing a companion to this story with all the M rated bits??? If so, just let me know in the review. If I get enough requests for it, I'll do it! On with the story...

Chapter 7.

Meanwhile…Part 3

Lindsay and Flack woke up Friday morning feeling both excitement and sadness. It was their last day in Paris. Their plane was leaving at 8 pm.

Lindsay smiled at Flack. "Did you have a good time at Moulin Rouge last night?"

Flack smiled. "Of course. You are the best wife ever."

Lindsay laughed. "Hey, I was curious, too! Ever since I saw the movie, I've wondered what the real Moulin Rouge was like." Lindsay stretched her arms above her head. "Let's go to Versailles this morning. Then we can come back to the hotel and pack."

Flack got out of bed. "I have a better idea…"

Lindsay interrupted him. "Don, I want to see Versailles. As much as I love you, I'm not spending my last day in Paris in bed!"

Flack rolled his eyes. "Give me a little credit, Linds. I was going to say, let's go ahead and pack. We can checkout, leave our bags here and then we can have more time to explore."

Lindsay looked at him. "Okay. I'm an idiot. That sounds like a good idea. Now I just need to get the energy to get out of bed." She looked at Flack with desire smoldering in her eyes. He caught the look and immediately bent his head to kiss her.

A couple of hours later, they were all packed and the hotel had stored their luggage. Soon they were on their way to Versailles.

They soon arrived at the palace. Quietly, they waited in line for the tour to begin. Once they were on the tour, both were amazed at the flagrant display of wealth that the palace held. It was filled with master works of art and many things that were made of gold.

One of the first stops on the tour was the famous Hall of Mirrors. Flack stopped and looked amazed. "Wow. These mirrors are huge!"

Lindsay glanced at the floor to ceiling mirrors. "I know. Think about how much these mirrors would have cost back in the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries. Just trying to calculate the amount that it would be in today's money is mind boggling."

Flack nodded and began to catch up with the rest of the tour group. They continued the tour and soon were by Marie Antoinette's bedroom.

Lindsay looked at the bedroom, which was decorated in red and gold. She turned to Flack, her eyes wide. "Don. I would be afraid to walk in here, much less sleep! Look at that statue. It's gold! Wow."

Flack smiled down at her. "So you're saying that you don't want me to buy you a gold statue?"

Lindsay rolled her eyes. "Please, like we could afford one. Not on the salary of a public servant."

Flack laughed. "I don't know. I might be able to come up with something."

Lindsay looked up and saw the twinkle in his eyes. "Yeah, sure. I'll wait with bated breath." She paused as they walked outdoors into the gardens. She drew in a breath. "Oh, wow. Can you imagine the parties that were held here?"

Flack looked around. He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. It's nice, but it's to…I don't know the word for it. Sterile, maybe?"

Lindsay cocked her head. "Hmm. I see what you're saying. It is very organized and precise. I prefer the wildness of nature. Of course, I am from Montana. Even Central Park is a little too manicured for me."

"Exactly! Although, I do like Central Park. That's because I'm a native New Yorker. Not a transplant like you are."

"Hey! Is that an insult?"

Flack shook his head. "Nope. Just a fact. That's alright. I love you anyway."

Lindsay lost her battle with her laughter and began to laugh uncontrollably. She finally sat down on a bench and bent over, tears streaming down her face. "Sorry. I don't know what came over me. I guess I'm just happy."

Flack decided not to say anything. He put his arm around her instead and just sat back to enjoy the day. They sat there for about thirty minutes before Flack decided to move. "Have we gotten the guys anything?"

Lindsay sat up in a flash. "Oh, my gosh! We've been here for almost a week and we haven't gotten anyone any presents!" She stood up and tugged at his hand, encouraging him to stand up. "Come on! We need to get the presents bought before we need to leave for the airport."

Flack got up, resigned. "Okay. Hold your horses. I'm comin'. I'm comin'." Flack grinned as he stood up. "I honestly don't know what to get the guys."

Lindsay laughed. "That's why I'm here. I'll help you pick something up. Although, I have a fairly good idea that you've already gotten Danny's present." She shot him a sly smile at that jab.

Flack tried to play dumb. "I don't know what you mean."

Lindsay giggled. "Then I'll just pretend that I didn't see you in the gift shop at the Moulin Rouge. What did you get Danny, anyway?"

Flack cleared his throat and looked away. "Um. Nothing. Really, nothing."

Lindsay raised her eyebrows. "Why don't I believe you? But, I'll leave it alone, as long as you will let me shop for the girls by myself."

Flack took a long look at Lindsay. He noticed a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Do I want to know?"

She shook her head. "Nope. It would probably be best if you didn't know. What you don't know can't kill you. Just give me an hour by myself and I'll get all the shopping done."

Flack nodded his head in agreement. "Then you'll help me shop for the guys."

With everything settled, they walked hand in hand towards the front of Versailles, to head back into the city.

AN: Yeah! Flack and Lindsay are on their way back to New York! Next chapter is going to be Cory in Texas...I can't wait to see what my muse has in store! That should be up by next weekend.

kasmith101- That's okay. I understand being busy...That's why I'm only updating weekly right now. Here's my typical day (keep in mind, we are slow at work right now)...I get up at 6:30, get ready, leave the house at 7:15 to go to school. Get out of school between 8:50 and 9:20 (depending on the day) and then go to work. Work until 7:30pm and then finally get home around 8-8:30...Is it any wonder I don't have time to write? I'm ususally too tired to even turn on my computer! But as long as you review (even if it's late) I'm cool!! Yup. I love Flack right now. I'm waiting on getting to the Danny and Cory luv soon...

chili-peppers- Bulgaria? Nice...I wish I could go somewhere cool like that for my vacations...I go back and forth between hating Ortiz and actually having a little admiration for him...But I agree. He's too important right now to get rid of. He's the informant on this case so far. I really need to figure out where Danny's case is going right now...I've drawn a blank.