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Chapter 5: Caught in the Act
Flack held Scarlett tight against his chest, breathing in her scent and listening to the sound of her breathing as she fell asleep in his arms. He could easily get used to this, he thought to himself.
Stop kidding yourself, you're friends and nothing else.
But then why are you here if you're friends?
Because you needed to comfort your partner.
In the middle of the night?
Yes. That's what friends are for.
The conversation going on in his head was driving him crazy. He was here because he'd wanted to be here for Scarlett. He saw her face at the crime scene and he couldn't get that pained expression out of his face.
A few hours later, the sky outside stared to lighten. Flack had barely slept because he'd had too much on his mind. Scarlett was still fast asleep and he slowly started to sit up, trying not to wake her. He wanted to get out of the apartment before Lindsay woke up. He knew he wasn't doing anything wrong but he also didn't want her to get the wrong idea about the two of them.
Flack finally managed to get himself off of that couch. He reached over and picked up Scarlett, carrying her to her bedroom. He placed her down gently, covering her with her blanket and smiling to himself as he watched her. She was so beautiful, and he wished he could crawl into bed next to her. He kissed her on the cheek and moved towards the door of the apartment.
"Flack?" a voice said from the kitchen, startling him.
"Shit," he muttered, "Hey Lindsay, sorry if I woke you up I was just leaving."
"Sneaking out before you got caught?"
He laughed, "I tried," he said, "but I guess I wasn't sneaky enough for you."
"Goodnight, Flack," Lindsay said, picking up her glass of water and heading back to her room.
Flack stepped out of the apartment, feeling awake and alert even though he'd spent the night watching his partner sleep. He didn't know what exactly he was feeling but he knew he hadn't felt this good in awhile.