Chapter 4: Let's Dance

This one's for all of you who are probably thinking I didn't put in nearly enough of Flack's jealousy. In my defense, I had just come off of night shift and my brain was shutting down towards the end….Duh!

So some more explanation (and hopefully my brain won't die before the end again!)

Thx for all the reviews – keep 'em coming and let me know if there's anything you want to see!

And yeah, I promise I will get to the Bones stuff eventually

Disclaimer: I own nothing, except my girl Rebecca, though y'all probably realized I wish that I do

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Rebecca was really enjoying dancing with Danny. For one thing, he was a good dancer and for another, even though he really wasn't her type, he was pretty cute. Mind you, she suspected ulterior motives when she saw him glance quickly at Flack, before whirling her into some more spins and bending her backwards on the dance floor, not to mention the fact that some of those moves were definitely revenge for her kicking his ass at the gym. Danny, thought Rebecca, was obviously going to be one pain-in-the-ass co-worker, but someone she could always rely on to watch her six. She was also starting to think he was gonna be a really good friend. After nearly tripping her up, causing them both to laugh, she called a time out and headed to the ladies' room. Danny sauntered back to the booth, with more than a little swagger.

"Ya know Stella," he said, "I think the newbie's gonna give you a run for your money on being the lab's best dancer."

"Maybe," Stella acknowledged, "Or maybe we should just start Dancing with the Stars: NYPD."

"What is it with you and that show?" asked Hawkes, "I'm going to the bar. Anyone for another drink?"

They put their orders in and Adam went with him to help bring the beers back. Stella, Danny and a cold-eyed Flack were left at the table.

"Flack," said Stella teasingly, "You're gonna make that bottle shatter if you hold on to it any tighter."

Flack released his fingers slightly, realizing his knuckles had gone white with the effort. He was glaring at Danny. He told himself he was angry with his best friend for putting the moves on another woman when Lindsey was at home with their kid. He told himself it had nothing to do with the jealousy of watching Rebecca dancing with anyone else. He liked Lindsey and Danny having been his wingman since, like forever, was not gonna get in the way of his reading Messer the riot act on good and moral behavior, like the good catholic boys they used to pretend to their mamas they were.

"You shouldn't mess around on Lindsey," Flack said softly, fixing his eyes on Danny's.

"We were just dancin'," replied Danny, an amused smirk on his face

"Naw, you were dancin'," said Flack grimly, "What about Lindsey? The mother of your kid?"

Stella smiled into her glass. She was mindful of a little subject Danny had brought up in the break room about NYPD's finest homicide detective and the prettiest new CSI recruit. She had money on later, for what it was worth.

"Aw, C'mon Don, how long have you known me?" said Danny, "I am a one-woman man, I love my wife and our kid. I ain't never doing anything to break that." He took a swig of his beer.

"I just owed her for whooping my ass," he said, looking at Flack slyly, "Plus, I wanted to see if it would get you hot under the collar some."

Stella choked on her drink. Danny had a habit of showing red rags to a bull and sometimes his sense of humor left a lot to be desired, but damn, this was funny. She made a mental note to call Lindsey and tell her about this little Flack-Rebecca development.

Just at that moment, Rebecca reappeared at the table. Flack stood up. He realized he had to get them outta there before Danny said or did something even more embarrassing, like mention he thought the two of them should get married or something.

"You wanna go?" he said roughly.

"Yeah, OK," said Rebecca, a little surprised.

Flack had never steered someone outta Sully's so fast.

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Their walk back to their bulding in the dark evening was kinda quiet, Rebecca thought. Flack was totally silent. Rebecca wondered what could have happened in the bar to make him want to get out of there so quickly. She had a pretty good idea it had something to do with Danny. She made a mental note to ask Stella about it the next day. After all, a detective of her grade had pretty good analytical and observational skills.

As they reached the steps, Flack stopped and put his hand on her arm to stop her from walking up the stoop. She caught her breath at the slight contact and hoped he hadn't noticed.

"Look," he said, "I don't mean to sound like I'm some kinda asshole, but you do know Danny's with someone, right?"

The he cursed himself inwardly for sounding like a total jerk. Rebecca smiled. She put her hand on his arm.

"Don," she replied, smiling, "You have absolutely nothing to worry about."

She called me Don was his first thought. His second was that he had nothing to worry about. What the hell did that mean?

"I get that Danny and Lindsey are good friends of yours. From all the baby pictures he showed me today, that man is just gone on his wife. Danny's feisty, but he just isn't my type," Rebecca continued.

But what is, wondered Flack.

"And I don't do attached anyway. He was just getting me back for losing in the gym. I think there might be more to it, but I don't know what other motives he had," she finished.

They reached her door first. Flack paused, not really wanting to end the evening. He reached out and gently smoothed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. Rebecca tried and failed to suppress the shiver that ran through her. She stepped back a little.

"Uh, goodnight Don," she said, a little breathlessly, before opening her door.

"I'll see you in the morning," he replied. He waited until she'd locked her door before heading down the corridor to his own place.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the door, Rebecca pressed her hot forehead to the cool paintwork as she listened to his steps moving away from her door.

"Damn," she thought, "This could REALLY get out of hand!"

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Rebecca was having a very good dream.

She's dancing, much like last night, except she's not dancing with Danny, she's dancing with Flack. They're not in the bar, they're alone somewhere with some sexy music playing. In her over-active imagination, he's wearing a white wife-beater and she can see his muscles rippling every time he spun her, each time just a little too hard, just enough to make her slightly off balance until, finally, she slams into that hard, hot chest. She can imagine the heat radiating from him, the way he takes control, bending her backwards in a classic tango move, trailing his fingers down the front of her neck towards her cleavage; his fingers biting into her hips as he dances behind her, his hot breath on her shoulder. And just then, his grip tightens He pulls her towards him and lowers his face to hers and she knows it's gonna happen, when…"

…..Rebecca's alarm goes off waking her from her not-so-restful slumber. Her eyes snapped open and she realized she was one hot and bothered woman, all tangled up in her sheets. Man, she thought, she had it bad.

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A very brisk cold shower later had Rebecca bouncing out of her apartment, down the steps and out of the door to their building, only for her to groan inwardly at the sight of last night's dream subject standing waiting for her, dressed in track shoes, shorts and a navy NYPD t-shirt; an outfit that left little to Rebecca's increasingly active imagination. From the look of it, he'd decided to run with her today. Rebecca swallowed hard and hoped the run would take her mind of her delectably formed running companion.

"Hey Flack," she said, with false brightness.

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OK, so I was writing this on the night shift. I wasn't going to end it there, but hey, a girl's got to leave something to the imagination! The words just seem to come soooo easy at the moment, so I'm just going to go along for the ride! Let me know what you think! Thx for all the adds! MrAprilfoolsWatanuki – this descriptive enough????