Toasty here,

Hey, I promised to update today so here it is, the third chapter. Guys, I'm not a moany person and I made an oath NEVER to ransom my story for reviews but 112 people have visited the first chapter and there is five reviews? Show the love guys! Lol anyway I want to write for y'all.

Disclaimer: CSI New York doesn't belong to me and if it did Jess and Don would still be together and Jess would so not be dead people!

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Don awoke the next morning to see the bright sunlight bursting in through the curtains, lighting the whole room in colour. Don rolled over and checked his clock, 1 minute until he was supposed to get up. With a small smile he rolled back over and pulled the covers over his head and waited for his silence to be thrashed by the blaring alarm clock.

Once the alarm clock had successfully woken up the entire Flack household, Don pressed the sleep button and started on the long and laborious task of getting up. Waking up, that is easy. It is getting your feet on solid ground and managing to keep them there that's something even grown men struggle with. Usually the task was aided by a wonderful wife/ girlfriend coming in with coffee or maybe some kind of dog gently snuggling against your face- but Don didn't have any of those things. Since Devon, Don didn't really want to meet other girls and socialize with them, and dogs? Don had hated dogs since he was five when one had come up to him in the park, knocked him over and then proceeded to lick his face. It had not been one of his finer moments when he ran screaming like a girl to his father and glared menacingly at the Labrador.

Once up, Don managed to trudge over to the bathroom and prise open the door which had never properly fitted in its frame. Normally, Don loved going to work. It was one of the things he most enjoyed and not only did he like work, but he was good at what he did too. His father had told him often when he was younger that being a good cop ran in the family and it seemed as if he wasn't an exception. Grade one homicide detective, he often worked with the CSIs and was quite close to Stella and Mac who were forever teasing him about his lack of girlfriend. What really pissed him off was the fact that Mac and Stella were bloody perfect for each other and were too blind to see it and yet had the cheek to tease him about it!

The bathroom wasn't particularly large, but neither was the house. It was a rather modest house with a small garden that used to have a small tree house Don and Sam built themselves and it had three small bedrooms. People often joked about how much Don stayed at his parent's house especially when he had an apartment of his own. Yet the truth of the matter was he didn't want his parents to be alone. Sure they had Sam, but not only was she forgetful but she was also recovering from being an alcoholic and still attended alcoholics anonymous every Thursday. His parents were good people and in his day Don Flack Senior had been one of the best officers there were. Yet now in the golden years he was getting a bit hot-headed and a bit sharper when he spoke to someone. He had become quite harsh and maybe somewhat mean in his old age. Don's mother was a small woman who could easily hold her own but sometimes she got on the wrong side of Don senior and it would usually not end well.

After managing to locate a toothbrush and some toothpaste which read 'Little teeth, look I can brush my teeth!' all over it and happened to be pink and somewhat strawberry smelling Don stepped out to get dressed. He normally left some spare clothes over for emergencies when Sam simply couldn't cope. Sam lived with them permanently. She claimed it was so that she could help out but really it was because she couldn't afford her own apartment and she was still struggling to keep her life on track.

Pulling on some clean clothes Don walked down the stairs and was greeted by the sight of his father, hands on hips, staring at him with that cold well-practised interrogation look.

"Last night, there was a brawl at Sullivan's." Don Senior paused to look at his son in the eye.

"You were there were you not?" It was a rhetorical question and the problem was if Don answered he would be yelled at (even at the prime age of 28 you can still be yelled at by your father) and if he didn't answer he would yell and demand an answer. Typical catch 22.

"Well?" Don senior demanded his face going bright red like a fire hydrant.

"Yes I was," He answered slowly gauging the reaction in his father's face. He looked as if he was ready to explode.

"How dare you! You bring this family name to shame! I thought I had at least one good, honest child!" Sam looked down guiltily at the table as he spoke. It wasn't that long ago that Don senior had decided he had had enough of being related to a drunken off-the-rails child and that he no longer held responsibility for her. However Flack's mother didn't share his opinion and not only cared for Sam but made sure she always had a place to stay at the house.

"That is enough," Eliza Flack stated to her husband as she fully glared over the kitchen counter.

"Don't tell me what is enough woman!" It was the usual sexist response that Don's father often gave and it came right along side that purple plum colour his face turned.

"I'm going to be late for work," Don stated wearily looking between his parents. Sam shot him a desperate look, virtually pleading not be left alone with the two of them to sort it all out. Don shook his head once and made his way towards the door.

"Call tonight," Don said quietly to Sam as he watched his father take an angry step towards his chair and sit on it grumpily. He knew it would all kick off again once he closed the front door. His father was very good at giving the perfect family image off to other people. It was one of the reasons he hated Cliff Angell, because Cliff could see straight through it.

Once the door was closed, he heard the volumed voices return and sighing he headed towards the precinct, already whishing the day was over. It wasn't even 7 o'clock.

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Jess turned slowly in her bed, smiling at New York's dawn. It had always been her favourite time of day ever since her mother had woken her at 5 in the morning so she could show her only daughter the sunset. When Jess's mother had died, something inside Jess had died too and it seemed like only the dawn could temporarily fill the gaping hole in her chest.

Pushing the covers off the warm bed Jess stretched and stood slowly still smiling. The beautiful colours swirled around the room, reflecting off the mirror causing glints of the rainbow to appear all around her. For a moment a child like feeling over-swept her and forgetting all about the world she grabbed the covers and wrapped them around herself like a princess's dress. She then put her arms out as if she was dancing with a real prince and started swaying around the room, laughing as the light bounced off her curls.

"Jess you up?" It was her older brother Mitchel. He was in the little Angell gang and in Jess's opinion they did nothing but ruin their families reputation further. She knew the Flacks had their own gang too but she also knew that they started it first and the Flack gang was simply to protect their family. So unlike her families' reason which was that there were too many boys and not enough things to do.

"Yeah, why?" Jess called back blushing as she put the cover back on the bed. She walked over to the door and pulled it open a crack so she could take a good look at her brother. He looked dishevelled and tired but had the same cocky grin he always wore.

"Family meetin'" He elaborated when she didn't ask. Giving a small nod, she closed the door and started getting dressed. They might be her brothers, but she didn't wear just her underwear in front of anyone since her last boyfriend had ended so badly. Grabbing the first shirt and jumper in sight she shoved them on and pulled some trousers on as well. Figuring she would come back upstairs to brush her hair ect later she opened the door and started jogging down the stairs.

"Pappa?" She asked, looking around the kitchen/ eating room. All her brothers were there and some other crooks from the gang too. Frankie turned and grinned at her, pausing to look at her.

"You do know you are wearing a green shirt and an orange jumper right?" He laughed as he saw her look down and curse. Maybe today wouldn't be such a good day after all.

"Frankie!" Cliff said abruptly causing everyone to stare forward at him. He had the 'don't mess with me' look on his face and no one disputed that.

"Last night, a fight happened at the local bar Sullivan's am I correct?" Cliff's eyes skimmed over all of them and a disproving frown was etched on his face.

"Civilians were hurt," He continued and he began pacing slowly.

"I worked all my life to keep people out of danger and you all go and do this?" His voice wasn't harsh as much as it was confused. Jess utterly agreed with him. She couldn't believe how stupid her brothers could be either, especially Frankie and Shane. There was about seven in the little gang and the only one of her brothers that wasn't in the gang was the only sensible one: Henry. Henry hated violence and fainted at the sight of blood so he tended to stay away from the others. She did work everyday to keep civilians safe.

"I just can't believe it," Cliff continued before a small glint appeared in his eyes, "You let the bloody Flacks get away," He finished grinning wickedly. Jess sighed. Her father was a good man, but he let jealousy and his competitiveness get in the way of everything and you really didn't want to be around when he lost anything.

Just then Lindsey stumbled down the stairs apologizing profusely when she realized it was a 'family meeting' thing. Lindsey had been Jess's best friend since they were five and ever since they were stuck together with something stronger then super glue. Lindsey lived with Jess and her family as part of an agreement she and her father had. Jess lived at home as long as Lindsey lived there too. Cliff Angell loved Lindsey like a second daughter though so it never was a problem.

Lindsey in comparison to Jess was very different yet they could both stand for themselves and kick ass when they needed too. Lindsey had short rather blondish hair unlike Jess's long curly woodish coloured hair. Lindsey was also a lot shorted then Jess and had a certain walk to her that just made you automatically like her. Unless you were on the other side of course and then you should have been scared of her.

"It isn't a problem Lindsey," Cliff said kindly and gestured to his children and others, "We were just about to sit for breakfast," Sitting at the table he started to pour some horrible oat cereal that Jess couldn't stand into a bowl and then began eating.

"Jess, aren't you gonna be late?" Lindsey questioned softly to her and laughed as she watched Jess's eyes widen.

With out a second glance at her father or best friend Jess ran to the door and pulled on the first pair of her shoes she saw. They happened to be some old boots Jess loved to pieces, much more sensible then heels in Jess's opinion.

Stumbling out the house Jess broke into a run to get to the precinct.

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Don was slightly early when he parked outside the precinct. Getting out his car he decided to slowly walk down to the entrance and hang around a bit. Once he got outside though, he felt himself collide with a small hard object which automatically started falling to the floor. Realizing it was a person Don instinctively reached out and caught them before they hit the side walk.

"I'm sorry," Jess gambled pulling herself up and looking up at the person she had run into. She couldn't help but blush brightly as she noticed him holding her steady.

"No problem," Don said as he looked over her he couldn't help but grin. Jess catching his grin smiled too.

"What?" She questioned as she began to straighten up.

"You get dressed in the dark?" Don teased and was delighted when she returned his smile.

"You could say that," Realizing she didn't even know who he was she held out her hand.

"Do you work here?" she asked as he shook her hand. Jess couldn't help but notice his strong grip and she smiled inwardly.

"Yeah, haven't seen you round before," Don replied trying to ignore the tingling feeling in his hand since it had touched Jess's.

"No, I started yesterday at the crime lab," Jess explained with a smile and then glanced back up at his face secretly hoping with all her might this might be her new partner. Her last partner at Jersey PD turned out to be a good friend in the end; even she had her problems with her at first.

"You must be my new partner then," He announced somewhat happier then he should he thought as he grinned once more at her. He didn't mean to smile at her again but he just couldn't stop smiling near her.

"Yeah," Jess replied slowly, before resisting the urge to slam her head against a brick wall. Cursing the fact she couldn't find the words to speak to him properly she instead turned towards the entrance and hoped her words would find her before it looked as if she was just walking away.

"Come on then partner, don't want to be late on my second day," Jess said brightly when inside she was jumping madly around congratulating herself on being able to speak- a feat which most three year olds had mastered. That was until she realized her statement could so easily be seen as flirting she was about to retract it before Don replied.

"Sure… Partner," He grinned at her sending small shivers up Jess's back and making her knees fell like they were made of jelly. If she hadn't known any better she would have said his tone suggested he was flirting too.

As they walked into the building, both were thinking of the other. As they got in the elevator Don turned.

"You met Mac and Stella?" he asked with a boyish grin and Jess nodded.

"Yeah, I spilt Mac's coffee on him when I ran into him," Jess blushed ever so slightly as she heard Don try and fail to cover his laughter.

"I imagine your getting good at this running into people thing," Don replied before the elevator stopped and they both stepped out. Mac walked up to the two of them and started to speak to Don about his latest case. Jess didn't catch much of it, only the words: children, fine, mother and drunken. Jess tried not to watch Don speak and find herself hypnotized by the movement but she was failing badly.

"So Don I see you have meant your new partner," Mac gestured to Jess and Don nodded.

"Yeah we met outside," Don said taking the case file from Mac and flipping lightly through it his eyes not leaving the print. He frowned and looked up at Mac.

"You never said there was another child Mac," Don said all joking gone from his voice as he stared into Mac's eyes.

"No, I didn't. I only just got the report," Jess noticed Mac's voice was slightly sad as he spoke and Don's frown only deepened.

"We've gotta stop this woman," He said looking over at Jess and then at Mac he seemed to be waiting for someone to oppose him.

"Your right," Stella spoke as she walked over looking as pretty as always. She glanced curiously at Jess's choice of clothes and Jess sighed and decided to just put it out.

"I got dressed in the dark kay," she said referring to what Don had said early and she watched Stella laugh and even Mac gave a chuckle.

"Come on Jess, it's time for you to see what our crime scenes are made of," Stella said grinning at Jess as they all walked into the main office together. Jess glanced at her desk and noticed it was yet again re-filled with paper work. As she went to fill it in Mac stopped her.

"I want you out on the field Ang-" Mac stopped abruptly and both Don and Jess looked at him curiously. Jess didn't know why he didn't finish her surname and Don was curious because it was clear Mac had made a mistake- and Mac didn't make mistakes. Stella looked across at Mac and he waved her worry off. He just hadn't had enough coffee or sleep. It wasn't often a case stole his sleep from him but this was different. A woman killing her own children and up until now it had been deemed as man-slaughter or just birth problems but now it seemed otherwise.

Jumping into one of the cars Don started the engine as Jess joined him.

"Let me fill you in," Don began as he quickly pulled the car out of the car park to follow Mac and Stella in front, "Basically there is this crazy woman and she has been killing her children and up until I read that file it was just like accidents. She's good. But she has slipped up like they all do and now we're gonna get her," Don was speaking quickly and cursed when the traffic ahead shone red braking lights.

"Who would do that?" Jess murmed slightly angrily. Ever since her mother had died Jess had felt a kind of pang of pain when she saw mothers and their children enjoying themselves in the park or eating together at a restaurant like she had done with her mother.

"Some sick bitch," Don answered even though Jess didn't realize she had heard him.

"Move!" Don said angrily and decided to give up on the idea of surprising the mother and instead turned the lights on and watched the pathway somewhat clear ahead of them. The radio buzzed and Mac's voice rang out as the car he was in went speeding down the slightly emptier roads.

"Are we hoping for the element of surprise?" He questioned and Flack shook his head.

"We were but we are running out of time. The guys on stake-out claim she leaves every day at 1400 for about two hours or more. We can't risk missing her Mac," Don spoke as he drove the frown once more appearing on his face.

"Oh we'll get her," Jess said confidently. She hadn't met the woman but she already felt some kind of hate to her. She was rewarded with a grin from Don and she turned to look out the window again.

They pulled up quickly at a block of flats and they both jumped out the car and followed Mac and Stella who were already walking up the outside stairs. They were all wearing their vests and Jess sub-consciously ran a hand over hers. She didn't want to count the amount of times it had saved her life.

Running along to her door, they stood outside while Stella counted slowly.

"NYPD," Don called before slamming into the door where it gave way quickly.

"Some door," Jess murmed almost silently as they ran in and did a quick area check.

"Clear," Stella called from the main bedroom sounding slightly aggravated.

"Clear," Mac called from the kitchen.

"Clear," Jess said after scoping the living room and then the last voice rang out.

"Clear," Flack emerged from the second bedroom looking more then a bit pissed.

"She got away," Stella said angrily and then stopped and looked at the TV screen which was still playing a children's cartoon.

"They left in a hurry," Jess said quietly as she bent down to look at the TV and felt the back.

"It's not yet hot, we just missed them," Jess sighed as she looked at Don, the word livid not even describing the emotions on his face.

"They'll be back here though," Stella said pointing to the clothes still in the draws and the toys still on the floor.

Don nodded once.

"We'll just have to a bit more stake-out," he muttered and with one more look around the room he walked out swiftly followed by Mac and Stella while Jess looked around the room once more. Walking over to the remote she quickly pulled a latex glove out her pocket and ran it over the remote before carefully placing it back on the sofa and walking out the house.

When she got back in the car she realized Mac and Stella were already gone.

"What were you doing?" Don asked, turning to look at her.

Giving a small smile Jess lifted the glove. "Collecting DNA. If we can match her print on this remote to a print on the murder weapon then we at least have some evidence," She said putting the glove carefully on the dashboard.

"Smart," Don replied before pulling out and driving back to the precinct.

Once back at the precinct, Jess dropped the glove off to the lab and then walked over to her desk.

"Hey Angell," One of the officers called to her and she automatically raised her head. Don looked up at exactly the same time and started looking wildly around the office area. The last thing he needed was trouble at the precinct. Then he noticed Jess speaking to the officer. He slapped his forehead and slumped down on the back of his chair. The only thing running through his head was 'how could you not recognize Jessica Angell?'

"Flack we got info on Ms. Clemens, we need officers on stake-out," Martinez said looking over at Don. Jess turned when she heard the word Flack and stared at Martinez. Then she looked over at the man she had only just met and was already falling for.

"Of course he's a bloody Flack, "Jess muttered darkly, "Today was going far too well."

Mac strode into the room and looked over at Don and then Jess.

"You two take stake-out tonight," He said swiftly before walking out, narrowly missing Jess and Don's protests that quickly followed and then died down just as quickly when the other officers looked around the room at them.

"Angell?" One said looking mystified while the guy next to him gave a low whistle.

"Flack."

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Toasty here,

I know I said afternoon but by the time I had finished writing this and cleaned by room and had dinner ect it was this time. And it was extra long, god I have never written this much in a chapter before; I hope it isn't too much.

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