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Chapter 4: Late Night Visitor

Hours later it was the middle of the night and Scarlett was laying in bed staring at her ceiling. She had on one of Flack's NYPD t-shirts she had borrowed and conveniently forgotten to return and a pair of black boy shorts. She kicked off her sheets, hoping that she would be able to fall asleep sometime soon. She rolled over onto her stomach and buried her face in her pillow.

Sleep wasn't an option tonight, and she had no one to keep her company. Her roomate, Lindsay, had gone to bed already and she thought about calling Flack but decided against it. It was late, she told herself, plus you acted like a total jerk to him at the crime scene. She shook her head, and muttered, "Idiot," to herself.

A few minutes later, her phone started buzzing. It was Flack. Speak of the devil, she thought to herself.

"Hey Donnie," she said as she answered the phone, her voice low and hoarse.

"Hey kid, I hope you weren't sleeping. I feel terrible about letting you just go home like that all by yourself."

"No, I wasn't. It's fine, Don. I needed the walk."

"Well since you aren't sleeping, can I keep you company?"

Scarlett sighed feeling a familiar feeling of butterflies in her belly. She knew she could use a friend right now especially since she was no where near falling asleep, but she also knew that it wasn't a good idea to hang out with Don in the middle of the night.

"Flack, it's late..." she said reluctantly.

"Too bad, Lett. I'm outside your apartment. Open the door," he said and she could hear the smile in his voice as he hung up.

She got out of bed and tip toed towards the apartment door, not wanting to wake up her cousin. Before she got to the door she peered at herself in the hallway mirror. Even in the middle of the night, she managed to look beautiful. Her blue gray eyes stared back at her and her hair hung in messy waves around and below her shoulders. Her mascara had smudged slightly and somehow she managed to look efortlessly sexy.

She opened the door as quietly as she could and saw Flack standing there with his tie loosened and the top buttons of his white shirt un-done. He couldn't have looked any more handsome if he'd tried.

"Hey, Donnie," she said stepping towards him and hugging him. Don wrapped his arms around Scarlett, breathing in the clean scent of her shampoo.

Don walked in and locked the door behind him. "Linds sleeping?" he asked quietly. Scarlett nodded and walked over to the living room, clicking on the T.V. and settling into the couch cushions. Don sat down next to her and she kicked up her legs, resting them on his lap.

"I was wondering where that shirt went," Flack said, teasingly.

She smiled, "It looks better on me, Flack."

He laughed, "You're right about that, Lett."

Scarlett sighed, "I'm fine. Really," she said even though Don hadn't asked her how she was feeling.

"I know, Lett. I just didn't want you to be sitting here all by yourself."

"How'd you know I'd be awake?" she asked him quietly.

"I know you better than you think," he answered, shifting his eyes over to the T.V.

"Thanks again, Donnie," she said, laying back in the cushions, and smiling. She closed her eyes for a moment. He moved his hands, rubbing her legs lightly. Don watched her relax, and couldn't help but wish he could wrap her up in his arms. He had always been attracted to Scarlett, what man wasn't? She was beautiful. But from the start he'd wanted to keep things professional with her. That hadn't worked out too well, so he'd settled on keeping things friendly. Her blue gray eyes opened and she looked at him smiling sleepily. "Get me a blanket, will ya?"

Don pulled a blanket off of the side of the couch and patted his lap, "Come here," he murmured to her.

Scarlett's eyes widened a little and her mind started racing. Was he serious? she thought in her head. Even though she knew that this wasn't what friends did in the the middle of the night, she ignored her head. She scooted over so that Flack could stretch his legs out on the couch. Scarlett crawled over next to him, resting her head on his chest. Flack pulled the blanket on top of the both of them, rubbing Scarlett's hair gently. She breathed in the scent of his cologne and felt herself smile. Luckily, it was dark so he couldn't see the silly grin on her face.

A few moments later she was so comfortable and warm that she closed her eyes and eventually drifted off to sleep. She felt safe in his arms and she never wanted him to leave. She was drifting off to sleep and her him say in a whisper, "Sleep tight, Scarlett..."