Just giving my readers a little background information about Scarlett and Flack's "romantic history."

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Chapter 2: Photo Flashback

"Lindsay?" Scarlett bellowed from her room in the tiny apartment they shared, "Get in here I need you!"

Lindsay strolled in a few moments later, yawning. "Why are you up so early?"

"I have no freakin' idea what to wear tonight," she said staring at the dresses she'd picked up in the past week, all laying out on her bed, tags still attached.

"You got all these for tonight?" Lindsay asked, surprised. Lindsay's style was more simple than Scarlett's. She liked to get dressed up, but she'd probably pull out her trusted little black dress.

Tonight a benefit was being held in honor of the NYPD and because it was being held to raise money for the police officers of the city, Mac Taylor had made it mandatory that they all attend, in formal attire none the less.

A flicker of understanding flashed across Lindsay's face. "I know what all of this is about. Flack, am I right?"

Scarlett stood in front of her mirror, a silly grin on her face. She felt her cheeks flush slightly. "Linds..."

"Okay, okay. I'll help you," she said picking up the dresses and examining them. "This one," she said finally, holding up a red strapless tight dress. The material had a slight sheen to it and she knew it would look beautiful against Scarlett's lightly tanned skin.

"Thanks, Linds," Scarlett had said softly to her. The cousins shared a look of understanding and Lindsay left Scarlett to get ready for the big event. Scarlett had transferred over to the NY crime lab and this had been her third month with the team. She loved working her a lot more than she had when she worked as a New Jersey CSI. She hadn't fit in there, and she wanted to get out of New Jersey so she could leave her past behind her. New York was a fresh start.

Scarlett remembered that night because she'd spent all day getting dolled up. She ended up wearing the dress that Lindsay had picked out. All of this to satisfy her pathetic little crush on Don Flack.

The party was in full swing already, and Scarlett was having a great time. She had just walked off the dance floor and back to her table and felt an arm snake it's way around her waist.

"Hey beautiful," she heard Flack saying in his sexy New York accent.

"Hey," she said, smiling up at him. She was a lot shorter than Flack so she'd had to tilt her head back slightly to look into his beautiful blue eyes, which were looking very sparkly due to the few glasses of champagne he'd had had.

Don handed her another flute of champagne and whispered to her, "Lets go somewhere a little more quiet."

He took her hand and they walked slowly toward a secluded fountain located in another part of the venue. She didn't know what it had been, it may have been the few glasses of champagne and the romantic atmosphere, but Flack wrapped his arm around her waist and whispered quietly, "Have I told you how great you look tonight, Lett?"

Scarlett smiled and nodded, feeling the champagne hitting her. "You clean up nice, Flack," she said, licking her lips teasingly.

Without hesitation, Flack reached down to kiss her and she'd met his lips in a soft kiss. They parted when they heard an announcement for everyone to return to their tables.

At the end of the night, Scarlett went to look for Flack and saw him leaving with a female cop named Denise Richardson. Denise was a tall blonde, a little on the skinny "fake" looking side but who was she to judge? She never went up to confront him and never brought up the night again. She'd felt shocked and a bit hurt but she scolded herself for expecting anything more.

Scarlett set down the picture. It had been taken right after her magical moment with Don. She had put that moment out of her mind and brushed it off as a very friendly moment after too many glasses of expensive champagne. Months later, she was happy that she hadn't made a big deal about the moment because she was now good friends with Flack. She couldn't deny being attracted to him but she also wasn't making her attraction obvious.

She set the photo down, yawning. She knew she should head back up to her office to get a head start on her paper work but she was lacking motivation. Flack walked in a few moments later, "Hey, Lett. Don't get too comfortable in that chair."

"How'd the interrogation go?" Scarlett asked him, suddenly feeling hungry on top of sleepy.

"Great. He denies the whole thing. And he asked about you again. He requested that the "beautiful cop who'd tackled him conduct the interrogation." I set him straight."

Scarlett smirked, "Protecting me?"

"I may have been," Flack answered, winking at his partner.

Scarlett yawned again, deciding that there was no way she was going to get any work done today, "I was going to get some work done but I think I'm gonna just leave and grab something to eat."

"Lett," Flack said, calling her by one of his favorite nicknames, "how about we get a beer and some Chinese?"

"As long as you're paying, I'm in," Scarlett answered with a wink. She wasn't flirting with him, exactly. They were just extremely comfortable with each other. She couldn't deny the obvious attraction but she wasn't one to chase a man who wasn't ready to be tied down.

"After you," Flack said, holding his office door open for her.