Toasty here,

Hey! Originally I wasn't gonna update in a little while cause of it being Christmas and all that merry stuff but I decided that was the reason why I should update, so just think of this as my Christmas present to all of you wonderful people.

Okay I should also probably admit originally this chapter was going to be a bit doom and gloom but since it's nearly Christmas that just seems like a mean thing to do so it's a bit of a break from psychopaths and people trying to kill them- thought that might be nice and all. Oh and let me know if you don't like it- as always I need that.

Well yeah, I guess all that's left is for me to wish you a merry Christmas :)

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI New York and if I did? Well lets all take a moment to ponder what I would ever possibly do… oh yeah bring Jess back? Just maybe!

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The Manhattan streets were mild as gentle winds lapped over them and the last of the summer sun faded leaving a caress of orange in the sky. Jess stood quietly behind the door to his bedroom, looking in silently wondering when she should pronounce her appearance. She wasn't quite sure what she was supposed to do though, she had to say she had never seen Don cry like he was at that moment.

He wasn't crying like a little child would, or even like someone who had been through what he had, but more like he couldn't help or control it. More like he had no choice as the tears welled in his eyes, the small tear drops glistened through the small amount of light that had managed to evade his drawn curtains. Cupped in his hands was a small velvet box, just like the kind of jewellery box you would find an engagement ring inside. Just like the kind of engagement ring Don had offered to her, along with his heart and his soul. Just like the offer she had turned down with tears in her own eyes.

He'd been like that for over 20 minutes, though Jess was still supposedly in the shower she'd wanted to see if he knew where her shampoo was before she got in- yet this was the sight that greeted her. Jess hadn't even guessed he'd felt this way, he hadn't shown any signs of feeling this distraught she had said no, and why had he not asked her again? It was different; he knew that… didn't he?

"Don," It wasn't meant to come out and when it did it was only a whisper, yet in the same way he had heard her all those times before he heard her again. It was almost like watching a puppet come to life as he jumped up and pulled the duvet over the box and wiped away the tears with the back of his shirt as if they had never been there before. Maybe he hadn't realized they had been there before.

"Jess, I thought you were in the shower!" Don smiled, though from what Jess had just seen it was as fake as a girl named Candy's chest and tan. Making no more noise, Jess walked over till she was stood right in front of him before she gently lifted the duvet away to remove the small but beautiful box.

"Ask me Don, just ask. Before when you asked me it hurt me more then anything to say no. I wanted to say yes, but the thing with Lucian… it's all gone now. The thing about everyone caring is gone now. The reasons I could bring myself to ever say no which hurt more then death are gone now," Looking up at her, Don looked as if he was going to let the tears fall again but he managed to stop them and he slipped gently onto one knee, still gazing up at her as if she were perfect. Though he didn't understand, in Jess's eyes he was the perfect one, the amazing man that could sweep her off her feet and take her away from whatever life wanted to throw at her.

"You're sure?" He asked, his voice wavering a little, the glistening tear drops reappearing but in Jess's eyes as well as his own. Only a slight nod was needed before he smiled and when he spoke to her, it was with the most tender love she'd ever seen.

"Jess, when I was unconscious, you were right beside me as long as you could be. Your love was a constant companion of mine and though I hated to hear your tears, it was your love that kept me alive. It will always be your love that will keep me alive, no matter where I am or what I'm doing I will always love you. Will you do me the greatest honour of becoming my wife?" Jess didn't even wait for him to get up before she kissed him, leaning down that far across his knee wasn't exactly easy but some how she managed to keep his lips on hers. They both rose, their kissing not stopping.

"I do kinda need an answer…" Don trailed off as he kissed her again, his eyes conveying his soul to her. Jess smiled up at him and kissed his cheek gently before leaning back to look at him properly.

"Yes," With that one word, Don scooped her into his arms, kissing her cheeks, her nose, her forehead and her lips.

"I love you, and always will," Jess gazed into his ocean blue eyes and couldn't doubt for a second her words were not sincere for at that moment, she'd never loved anything more then she loved Don.

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"Mrs Jessica Flack, hmmmm it does have a kind of ring to it don't you think?" Don and Jess sat on his sofa, watching an old movie play out with a bowl of popcorn. Sure, not the most exciting thing New York had to offer but they had each other's company and that's all they would ever need.

"I think it does," Don agreed, stealing a few pieces of popcorn from Jess's hands as she sat virtually absorbed in the romantic film. Though it was very unrealistic and stupidly cliché, that didn't mean it wasn't sort of entertainment. Besides, she had always loved a little romance no matter what harm it seemed to always bring her.

"I don't think Sam will want me as her new sister," Jess muttered quietly, but once more it seemed Don could always hear what she had to say and he turned to her with a look of love.

"She loves you more then you think, she knows I love you and that seems to be a lot to her. She does want you to be her sister, I know because she helped me find the ring," Jess's shock must have been all over her face as Don laughed, pulling her towards him with a rough hug.

"That's-well good isn't it?" Jess wasn't quite sure how to respond, after all she'd been positive Sam hated her, and then she'd helped choose the ring?

"Yeah she can be like that, I love you, Sam does and I'm sure ma will too, she's always believed the feud was stupid in the first place," With a smile Jess sank into Don's chest and ate a few more pieces of popcorn. Maybe her life wasn't as perfect as the film star's in this, but no ones was. Maybe there were more potholes the road had to offer, but this time Jessica Angell was ready for them.

"I love you," Nothing more needed to be said.

Toasty here,

Oh you can kill me now; I know the cheesy level just shot through the roof. But however I know it's been a while since any major Flangell fluff and I thought you all deserved it what with Christmas and all. Lemme know whatcha think, 3 more reviews till 100- it's in my Christmas list I'll tell ya that!

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