DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN CSI:NY OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS. I DO HOWEVER OWN SAMANTHA FLACK AND KIERAN FLACK. AND THE SOON TO BE FLACK TRIPPIES.

A HUGE THANKS TO ALL OF YOU ADDING ME TO ALERTS AND FAVOURITES. AND TO ALL MY WONDERFUL, LOYAL AND SUPPORTIVE READERS. MUCH LOVE TO ALL, BEG75.

Slightly obsessed, you think?

"It's not a bird, not a plane
It's my heart and it's going, gone away
My only weakness is you
Only reason is you
Every minute with you
I can feel like I can do anything
Going going, I'm gone away in love
You changed my whole life
Don't know what your doing to me with your love
I'm feeling all super human, you did that to me
A super human heart beats in me
Nothing can stop me here with you
Super human."
-Superhuman, Chris Brown feat. Keri Hilson

Time seemed to stand still. Two sets of eyes simmering with fury locked on one set filled with anxiety, worry and fear. Hawkes' hands shook with a mixture of anger and hurt, and he kept them firmly shoved in the pockets of his tanned coloured suede bomber jacket in order to hide his exact feelings from the woman he loved more than life, who had lied to him and lead him on and ultimately betrayed him. She didn't deserve to know how badly she'd wounded him. He owed her nothing. And she owed him a damn good explanation and an even better apology.

"What are you two…"

Samantha didn't give her friend a chance to respond. Instead she pushed her way into the apartment and hurriedly toed off her boots before journeying into the living room, both Angell and Hawkes hot on her heels.

"Sorry I'm late," Sam said to Flack as he stood to greet her, a broad smile on his face as he kissed her softly. "Sheldon picked me up and we got held up in traffic."

"You didn't miss much," Flack assured her, helping her peel her coat off before tossing it over the back of the couch. "How's the babies?" he asked, laying a hand on her stomach and pecking her cheek lightly.

"Hungry," she laughed. "Can you feel them in there? Going crazy?"

Angell attempted, vainly at that, to hide her disgust at the sight of the happy couple standing there in the middle of her living room. Laughing and beaming over the miracles of life that continued to thrive and grow inside of Samantha's stomach. She was bitter and jealous. Because that picture of family unity before her, should have been hers. She had deserved that. But she had thrown it away simply because she wasn't ready. And because the man she had hoped and prayed was the father of her unborn child, had simply not wanted her the same way she had wanted him. So instead of carrying that baby and caring for it on her own, she'd chosen to simply snuff it out. All because she couldn't have him.

It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that he was that happy with another woman. A husband and a father. Madly and crazily in love. She had deserved that from him. And he he'd been blind and foolish to not want the same thing.

Hawkes glanced around the apartment. At the flickering candles and the bottle of chilled wine and the two glasses. Than at his girlfriend's attire. He shook his head and took a deep breath, releasing it slowly. Trying desperately to keep his temper in check.

"Looks like quite the romantic little get together," Sam commented, looking around the living room. "I guess we weren't exactly invited to the party Sheldon."

"Well I guess you could say we're here to crash it," he said. Shrugging out of his jacket, he laid it over the back of the couch before he and Sam, with Flack in the middle of them, took a seat.

"So?" Sam asked, leaning back against the sofa cushion, her hand on her stomach and her eyes riveted on her so called friend. "I think you owe Sheldon and I some sort of explanation as to why you've been practically stalking my husband, and quite clearly, planning on starting an affair with him."

"I wasn't…"

"Don't even try to lie," Hawkes interrupted her. "Do you think we're stupid? All the phone calls you've made to Flack? Making a move on him in that chapel while his wife was in the hospital and his son was missing? Threatening him with past mistakes, thinking it will coerce him into having something with you? Emotional blackmail? So don't stand there and act innocent."

Angell glared at a silent Flack, who sat holding on tightly to his wife's free hand and staring down at the floor. "You actually told them?" she asked, fuming.

"He told me," Samantha corrected her. "He told me because he felt bad that he kissed you and he felt like he'd betrayed me and his conscience was getting the better of him. You took advantage of him and jumped on him at difficult, emotional time in our lives. Our son was missing. We thought he was dead. And instead of supporting us, you took his moment of weakness and used it against him. That's pathetic. And for the record, I told Sheldon. Because he's an innocent victim in all of this."

"What's even worse is that even after he told you not to knock it off, you still continued," Hawkes said.

"He owed me…"

"He owed you shit," Sam snorted. "He told me about the baby, too, Jess. About how you weren't even sure that it was his. That he was in the running with two other guys. And I'm not judging you for that. We all make dumb ass mistakes. I've made tons, trust me. But you made the decision to get rid of that baby despite him telling you he'd pay for it if it was his."

"I don't need to listen to this," Angell snorted. "All of you get out of my apartment. You think you can come in here and attack me?"

"Sit down," Flack told her, his voice quiet. "No one's attacking you. We're just trying to put an end to your bullshit."

"I can't believe you turned on me like this, Don," Angell spat at him. "Stabbed me in the back and turned on me! Told her!…" she gestured wildly at Samantha. "Everything that went down between us!"

"She's my wife, Jess," he defended himself. "Of course I'm going to tell her. I love her. I don't keep shit like that from her. You don't lie and hide things when you're in love with someone. When you have the depth of a commitment with someone. So just sit down and…"

"I want you all to leave!" she yelled, pointing towards the door. "Leave now!"

"Just sit down," Flack said calmly. "Sit down and face the fucking music."

"Get out!" she hissed.

"He said sit down!" Hawkes bellowed, jumping to his feet and pointing at the love seat across from the couch. The volume and tone of his voice so wildly different from how people normally say him, that both Sam and Flack jumped.

Angell blinked. Opened her mouth to say something, than quickly shut it again before moving to the love seat and sinking down onto it.

"How could you do something like that?" Hawkes asked, returning to his seat, his voice back to it's normal quiet and calm volume. "How could you do that to your friend? Whose pregnant? How could you just come onto her husband like that? Take advantage of him at a weak moment in his life? At a time they both needed you."

She didn't respond.

"You couldn't just take no for an answer," Sam said. "Once Don told you that he didn't want you in the way you wanted him, you couldn't accept that. You pressed and you pressed. You called him while we were on a family vacation for Christ sakes. You threatened him over this whole baby thing. That if he didn't do what you wanted, you'd spread the news around the precinct and the lab so that I'd hear about it and be pissed at him for not telling me. And you know what? I was pissed he didn't tell me. Not that it happened. Because what went down between you and him when I wasn't around is the least of my worries. Baby or no baby, I still would have fallen in love with him. But I wouldn't have been pissed off enough to end my marriage. And that's what you were hoping, weren't you? That he'd come clean to me about that and the kiss and that I'd be angry enough to leave him and you could just move on in on my husband. Well let me tell you something, Jess. He's mine. Not yours. And I'd fight long and hard to keep him away from you. And you taking over as his wife and the mother of his children? That would have to be one cold day in hell for me to allow that to happen."

"I saw it in his eyes," Angell argued. "After he kissed me. I saw…'

"You saw fuck all," Flack snorted. "There was nothing there, Jess. I don't feel anything for you. Accept it. Deal with it. I was never going to fall in love with you and leave my wife and my kids. So let this shit go and get on with your goddamn life and leave me alone!"

"Don't sit there and lie, Don!" she snapped. "I saw it! Don't deny what you felt!"

He shook his head and gave a dry laugh. "You're delusional. You're a fucking nut case, Jess. You really are."

"What the hell does she have that I don't?" Angell asked. "Seriously, Don. What does she have that keeps you where you are?"

"She's my everything, Jess! My entire world. She's beautiful and smart and keeps me on my toes. She treats me with respect and takes care of me. She's the mother of my son! Of my unborn children. And you know what she has most of all? What really keeps me home where I belong? You know what that is?"

Angell shook her head and glared at him challenging.

"She has my heart, Jess! She had it from the moment I met her. And you know what? I don't want it back. Because she has it and it's in good hands and I'm happy where I am. So don't fucking disrespect my wife like this."

"I think what we're all overlooking here, if we'd put the insults and cheap shots on the back burner, is that someone else completely innocent is involved in all of this," Sam spoke up. "This whole time we've been sitting here, Jess, you've not once expressed any kind of remorse for hurting Sheldon. All you've done is put me down and call Don out on things he may, or may not, have done. Not once did you even look at Sheldon and tell him you're sorry. Don't you feel bad? For hurting someone that loves you like he does?"

"He never would have found out if you didn't keep your goddamn mouth shut!" Angell snapped.

Flack gave a small laugh and shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and his forefinger. "You are clueless," he said. "Completely fucking clueless."

"You don't even feel bad," Sam said quietly. "You don't even feel bad about hurting him."

"Only thing she feels bad about is that she got caught," Flack concluded and got to his feet. "We've said what we needed to say, Sammie. If she can't get it, that's her problem. Let's go home. Say fuck this shit and get on with our lives. We don't need this crap."

He offered his wife his hand and helped her to her feet and into her coat as Angell, tears brimming in her eyes, and Hawkes, hurt and rage in his, sat staring at each other in the silence of the room.

"I'm sorry, Sheldon," Sam whispered to her friend, as she leaned over him and hugged him warmly. "I'm sorry you had to be brought into this."

"You did the right thing by telling me," he assured her, embracing her. "Don't ever doubt that. And I'm sorry that this has caused so many issues for you and Flack."

"We'll be okay," Sam said as he pulled away from her friend. She reached for her husband's hand and entwined her fingers with his and smiled at him. "We always get through things. We're working on them."

"It's a marriage under construction, Hawkes," Flack told him. "Even a year later. It will probably be like that for the next sixty years too. It's worth it though. It's all worth it."

Sam frowned. "I wouldn't go that far.'

"Okay. So there's some things I'd erase or skip by," Flack said. "But what doesn't kill us only makes us stronger, like Mac says."

"Positive way to look at things," Hawkes reasoned and stood up to walk the couple to the door.

"Only way of looking at things most days," Flack sighed, as he dropped Sam's hand and snagged his coat from the hall closet and slipped into his boots. "I'm really sorry about this, Hawkes," he said, as he put on his jacket. "I wish I could take that moment in the chapel back. None of this would have happened if.."

"Yes, it would have," Hawkes told him. "Eventually it would have. She wasn't letting go of you. I've noticed it for a long time. I just chose to ignore it instead of dealing with it head on. None of this is your fault, Flack. I just feel bad that it caused the problems it has."

"We'll survive," Flack said. "Sam and I always do. It'll take some work, but we'll be alright."

"Good luck, Sheldon," Sam kissed his cheek sweetly. "If you need anything, just call us okay? Don't hesitate. I know we have our own issues, but Don and I are always here for you. You know that, right?"

He nodded and unlocked the door and held it open for them. "Good night guys," he said. "And give Kieran a big hug and a kiss from his Uncle Shelly. You want to talk about that hearing thing or you need me to call some people and give them your name, just let me know."

"Thanks," Flack said sincerely. "It was a bit of a shock to hear something like that. I though the tubes would clear everything out and his speech would get better once he could hear us properly. And I thought there was a difference in him. Talk about being in denial, huh?"

"He's not entirely deaf," Hawkes reminded him. "He's got a small hearing loss by the looks of the test results Samantha showed me. And you have to remember, that not only can that be corrected by a hearing aid, but there can be room for testing error. Don't dwell on it too much. Wait until Kieran's re-tested and see what happens than."

"Think you could quit being a CSI and go open a private practice?" Flack asked, only half joking. "Be a GP? So we can bring K to you instead of those goddamn morons at Women's and Children's? They're so negative, end of the world doom and gloom and you're always so upbeat and positive."

"Well I'll tell you what," Hawkes responded, smiling. "Let's see how horrifically wrong the rest of the night goes. Who knows? I just may take up another line of work and than the Flack family can be the first patients I see. How does that sound?"

"We'll hold you to that, Hawkes," Flack told him. "Thanks. For everything. You're always there for us. We appreciate it, you know."

"I know. Now go home and scoop that little boy up and hold him tight and spend time together as a family. Because that should be first and foremost in your minds."

Flack nodded in agreement. "That and feeding Huey, Duey and Louie," he joked, smiling and winking at his wife and reaching out to rub her tummy softly. "They're eating me out of house and home."

"Must be all boys than," Sam laughed. "We should go. Leave Sheldon to take care of things here."

"Call us if you need anything," Flack said to the other man. "And I mean anything. We're not great problem solvers, but Sam's got a shit load of comfort food in the cupboards."

"Smart ass," she grumbled.

He grinned and wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into him and pressed a kiss to her temple. "Four of you, ready to do?" he asked.

"Whenever you are," she replied. "See you tomorrow, Sheldon."

He nodded and watched as the couple headed hand in hand to the elevator. Sam looking up at Flack with a slight wince on her face as her free hand stroked her stomach. He gave a grin and bent down to whisper something in her ear. Whatever he said earning him a dramatic gasp and a small shove away from her. He chuckled and pouted at her, mimicking her face, than grabbed her by the arm and pulled her tightly into him. Tucking her into his side as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

Hawkes smiled at the simple displays of affection. Vowing to get a love like that. So pure and simple, yet so abstract and amazing. And he was bound and determined to get that from the woman that remained in the apartment behind him.

Sam glanced down the hallway at the sound of a door softly closing. She sighed and looked up at Flack as he pressed the down button for the elevator. "What do you think is going to happen?" she asked.

"You want me to tell you what I think should happen?"

She nodded.

"I think he should cut his losses and tell him to fuck off," Flack said honestly.

"But what do you think will happen?" she inquired.

"He's going to stick around," he responded. "Because he loves her. He's nuts about her. And he's going to stick around regardless of what bullshit she hands him or however bad she treats him."

Sam nodded slowly. "I'm not like that, am I, Donnie?"

"Like what?"

"I don't treat you like that, do I? I mean I know I can be an opinionated bitch but…"

"You don't treat me like that," he assured her. "But you're right. You can be an opinionated, spoiled rotten little bitch."

She smirked. "I never said spoiled rotten," she said.

"Don't deny it," he kissed the top of her head. "You're spoiled and you know it."

"Maybe," she said. "But you like spoiling me."

"I do," he admitted. "And I'm going to spoil you some more when we get home."

"What kind of spoiling?" she asked.

"I was thinking about going across the hall and asking Danny and Linds to keep K over night. Making you some dinner, lighting some candles, drawing you a warm bath."

She smiled. "I like that kind of spoiling," she declared. "Do you think you could throw in tossing a couple loads of wash downstairs and doing the dishes?"

He sighed. "You're demanding. But I think I can manage. I was hoping for a little something something with the kid not in the house."

"Yeah?" she stepped onto the elevator as the doors opened. "You do the laundry and the dishes and I'll give you a whole lot of something something."

"Laundry and dishes, huh?" he hit the button for the lobby.

She nodded.

"Consider them done," he said.

Hawkes locked the door behind him and returned to the living room. Where the woman that he loved and cherished and adored, whom he had devoted the last six months of his life too, sat with her hands clasped tightly in her lap and silent tears streaming down her cheeks, staring off into space. She looked lost and dejected. And most of all, rejected.

"Me and you are going to have a talk," he said, his deep voice resonating through the living room.

Angell looked up, turned her moist eyes up at him. "Sheldon," she sniffled. "I'm sorry."

"Just what are you sorry for?" he asked, pushing old magazines aside and taking a seat on the edge of the coffee table he had just cleared from himself. "Are you sorry for what you did? For nearly busting up a marriage? For losing two great friends in the process? For hurting me? Or at you just sorry that you got caught?"

She shook her head and stared down at her hands. "I never meant to hurt you," she whispered.

"You're only upset that you were busted," he said. "That Flack had the guts to risk his marriage by telling his wife the truth. Did you honestly think that he was going to give up his wife and his family for you? That he was just going to walk away from the love of his life? For you?"

"I honestly don't know what I thought," she admitted. "I just…I was never able to let him go. And being that close with him over Kieran's disappearance and being there for him in that way…when he kissed me…"

"You realize that he regretted that immediately, don't you?" Hawkes asked. "That he was at a weak moment in his life? That he just got caught up in needing someone, needing something so bad that he just reacted badly to what was in front of him?"

"It seemed so right," she responded. "It had felt so right. As if things had never changed between us. It felt as if he was as into it as I was…"

"His wife was in the hospital. He thought his son was dead," Hawkes told her. "He was distraught and looking for comfort. And that's not to excuse him of any wrong doing. Because giving the sensitivity of the situation, he could have handled things a lot better. He could have been the bigger person and just walked away. But I'll give Flack the benefit of the doubt and blame it on the enormity of what he was up against. But you…" he shook his head. "He's a friend of mine. A very, very good friend who I respect and trust inexplicably. And his wife, who I adore and cherish, and suppose to be your friend."

"She doesn't deserve him," Angell whispered. "The way she treats him. The way she talks to him…"

"Flack only takes exactly what he gives," Hawkes informed her. "No one is innocent in that relationship. But you know what, Jess? They love one another and work damn hard to keep things together. They have a beautiful little boy and more babies on the way. And you were so ready, willing and able to ruin their lives like that?"

"We never put things to rest," Angell told him. "Don and I. He just upped and walked away. Told me that he'd met someone and needed to take a chance on them. That he felt things for her that he'd never felt for anyone before. Do you know what that felt like?"

"It hurt like hell, I'm sure," Hawkes said. "But I also know that by the time Samantha came along, you had already slept with two other men. If you hadn't, there wouldn't have been a question of paternity with your child. So how can you sit here and say you weren't able to move on, that you weren't able to let him go, when you clearly didn't love him enough to not cheat on him."

Angell sighed heavily. "He was the best thing that ever happened to me," she admitted. "And he just walked away from me. He walked away from me to be with her! And I never got a second chance. I never even got the chance to tell him I was sorry for taking him for granted. For treating him like I did. Because he's a good man and deserved so much better than that."

"Jess, honestly, I don't think there are any words in the world that could have brought him back to you. He fell hard and fast for Samantha. And he married her and had a child with her. He's having more children with her. And trust me when I say this, they're going to be together forever. Come hell or high water, they will find a way to stick together."

"I want to be able to let go," she whispered. "I need to be able to let go. I don't know why I did it, Sheldon. I don't know why I reacted the way I did. Why I couldn't just walk away like I had promised myself I would. I just don't know why…"

He sighed and reached out and took her trembling hands in his.

"I'm sorry, Sheldon," she choked back a sob, her eyes riveted on their joined hands. "I never meant to hurt you. I don't even know why I did it like I said. And I don't blame you. For hating me. For walking out on me."

"I never said I hated you," he said. "Or that I'm going to walk out on you."

"I deserve both if…"

"Jessica," he dropped one of her hands and touched the side of her face gently. "Look at me."

She raised her head, her dark eyes meeting his.

"I'm not going anywhere," he informed her. "Not now, not ever. I love you. More than I've ever loved anyone in my life. We all make mistakes, Jessie. No one is perfect. And I know that you love me and I know you can't explain the way you are or why you do the things you do."

"I do love you, Sheldon," tears spilled down her cheeks once more. "I do. And I never meant to hurt you. I want to let go of him. I do! I just don't know how."

"I'm going to help you," he promised. "But you're going to have to listen to me and trust me. Okay?"

She nodded.

"There's one important step in getting over Flack and letting him go. So he can go on with his life as a husband and a father. And I want you to promise me that you'll take that step."

"Anything," she said. "Anything."

"You're going to go into work on Monday and ask for a transfer."

Angell blinked.

"You're going to get out of the twelve precinct. You're going to arrange to be placed in another precinct. Another borough, preferably. Because the sooner you're away from him, the sooner you'll be able to concentrate on us and forget about making his life hell."

"But I love working homicide, Sheldon. I love the people I come in contact with. The people that I work with."

"Do you want this to work, Jess? Do you want us to work?"

She nodded.

"This is the only way that that will happen," he said.

She sighed heavily and laid her hand over his. "I'll do it," she told him.

He smiled and kissed her softly.

She sobbed against his lips. At the tenderness and understanding in his chest. "I'm so sorry, Sheldon," she cried. "Please forgive me."

"I will," he told her. "In time."

Danny stood in the doorway of the spare room of his apartment. The room that would soon begin it's transformation into a nursery. Erica had signed papers just that afternoon with her lawyer stating that once the baby was born, she was signing over all legal rights to Danny and one Lindsay Monroe. She had requested that she not even hold the baby or see him or her upon their arrival. That they simply be whisked off to the nursery and given to their real family.

Danny guessed there was more to Erica's decision than just her sudden change of heart. She insisted that she was just doing it out of the goodness of her heart. That she hated to caused him any undo grief and suffering by keeping him away from his child. But Danny knew better than that. She was a mean, spiteful bitch and never did anything out of the goodness of her heart because she simply just didn't have one. She did it because the ex, with all his money and all his stature, had come back into the picture promising her and the world and didn't want any kids coming with her when she took him up on the offer.

Her loss, Danny had thought when his lawyer had called to deliver the news. She had chosen to walk away from the child they had created together. To simply hand it over like it was nothing more than a piece of paper. Some kind of easily discarded possession. The woman wasn't fit to be a mother if that's how she viewed her own child. And he hoped she lived a long and lonely and bitter and miserable life and that her conscience ate at her every second of every day.

That baby, his son or his daughter, was far better off with him. Their father. And their real mother. The one that would raise them and love them as if they were her own. That amazing, beautiful woman, the love of his life, who, by the soft light thrown on the room by a tri-light lamp in the corner, was currently leaning over the portable play pen in the soon to be nursery. Whispering soothingly to the restless, whining toddler in her care, rubbing his back and stroking his hair. Kieran had woken up a half an hour ago, screaming blue murder and begging for his mommy and daddy. Instead of going across the hall to grab Sam or Flack, Lindsay had insisted she try her hand at the comforting. She was going to have to get used to getting up in the middle of the night anyway, she reasoned, and pulled on her robe and padded into the bedroom next to them.

"How's he doing?" Danny asked, bleary eyed and clad in a pair of red and white and blue plaid pyjama bottoms and a wife beater.

"He's going to be okay," Lindsay replied, not taking her attention off of Kieran. "He must have had a bad dream. But he's calming down now."

"Does he need anything?" Danny inquired. "A bottle or anything?"

"He's fine, babe," she smiled over her shoulder at him. "But thank you.'

He returned her smile and winked at her. "You want anything? Something to eat? Cup of tea?"

"Cup of tea would be great," she said. "He's going to be out soon. Hopefully he won't have anymore nightmares. Maybe we should leave the hallway light on and the door open a bit. So he's not alone in the dark. Maybe it's the dark that's scaring him."

"Maybe," Danny said, although he feared it was something way worse than the dark that was causing his godson night terrors.

"You don't think that…" Lindsay couldn't even bring herself to think about it, let alone say it.

"I hope not, Montana," he sighed. "I really hope not. Let's just hope that it's something he's going through. Some kind of stage. Flack said it's been going on for a while. Hopefully he'll grow out of it and stop soon."

"I hope so," Lindsay said, smiling down at the beautiful little boy below her. His eyes slowly drifting closed, one hand gripping a finger on her free hand tightly. "He doesn't deserve to have those kinds of monsters haunt his dreams."

"Neither do his parents," Danny commented. "Of all people…"

"They're strong," Lindsay said with a small sniffle. "Sam and Flack will be okay. They'll cope and they'll heal and they'll get past this."

"If anyone can get past something like this, it's them," Danny said confidently. "And K's got both of them in him. So he's a tough kid."

"He's beautiful," Lindsay breathed and touched her nephew's face gently. "They're so lucky to have him. And more babies on the way."

"They did good," Danny agreed. "I envy them you know. Having such a nice little family. I just hope I do as good for my family as Flack does for his."

"You'll do amazing," Lindsay assured him, and extracting her finger from Kieran's grasp, covered him lightly with his blanket. "Good night, sweet prince," she whispered, and pressing two finger tips to her lips, leaned over the playpen and placed those fingers on Kieran's lips. "Auntie Linds and Uncle Danny will be right in the next room if you need us."

"Uncle Buddy," Danny corrected her, as she journeyed towards him.

"Uncle what?" she asked with a soft chuckle, as they stepped out into the hall and closed the door softly behind them.

"Uncle Buddy," he replied. "I started it today. I thought it would be cute."

"You did, did you?" she asked, standing on her tip toes and curling her arms around his neck.

Danny nodded. "Everyone's got nicknames. Sam's Brooklyn, you're Montana, Flack's Flack, Kieran's K. I was beginning to feel left out."

"Poor baby," Lindsay pouted dramatically.

"It was harsh," he said, his hands resting on her slender hips. "It was really starting to hurt my feelings."

"That's just a damn shame," she teased.

"It is. I think you should kiss my boo-boo better."

She grinned. "You're boo-boo? How old are you? Three?"

"I've been hanging around K way too much. Stuff like that sticks in my head. But seriously, I think you should kiss my boo-boo better."

"Okay.." she giggled. "And where's this boo-boo?"

"Right here," he said and pointed to the space between his eyes.

"Let me get that for you," she said, pressing a kiss to the spot as he bent down for her.

"Right here, too," he told her, pointing to his left cheek.

"I thought there was just one," she said.

"There's a few," he admitted. "I think you're more than capable of taking care of that for me, Montana."

She smiled and kissed his cheek softly. "Where else?" she asked.

He laid a finger on his right cheek.

She happily obliged.

"And here," he touched his chin.

She pressed her lips to it.

"And last, but certainly not least," he touched his lips.

She grinned and covered his lips with hers in a long, soft and promising kiss.

"Mmm…" he said, when the moment had ended. "That spot has been feeling mighty neglected," he told her.

"I have a certain spot that's feeling neglected to," she said.

"Yeah? Where's that?"

She smiled devilishly at him and released one arm from around his neck and grabbed a hold of one of his hands. Moving it from her hip to between her legs.

Danny grinned. "Why, Montana…are you hinting at something?"

"It's feeling very, very neglected," she informed him.

"Well in that case," he grabbed a hold of her by the waist and lifted her tiny body effortlessly off of the ground.

She laughed and wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

"Why don't I see what I can do about that," he said, pushing his way through their bedroom door.

Flack woke with a start. His head snapping up and his eyes bursting open. His heart pounded in his chest and sweat beaded on his forehead as his eyes took in his surroundings. Trying to orientate himself in the darkness of his apartment.

He was relieved to find himself on his couch. His legs stretched out, back against the arm of the sofa. His arms wrapped securely around his wife as she lay in between his legs, her back resting against his chest. The wool blanket tucked tightly around her.

His back ached from being in such an awkward position. He remembered that after attending to the chores his wife had so gently asked him to attend to, and making them a quick and relatively simple chicken and pasta primavera dinner, he'd poured her a long, hot bath. He'd knelt by the side of it and gently, and somewhat erotic, soaped and rinsed every inch of her body. The erotic acts had than spread to the bedroom when he'd simply picked her up and lifted her from the tub and carried her into their room and laid her, soaking wet, in the middle of their bed and proceeded to kiss and lick every inch of her before making love to her slowly and tenderly.

She'd announced afterwards that she was starving. Again. So they had gotten dressed in night clothes and headed out into the living room. She'd snacked on cheese and crackers while he finished some last minute paper work that needed to be handed in to his CO in the morning. After that, they snuggled up on the couch under the blanket and had started watching a re-run of Dog the Bounty Hunter. The moment they had both started nodding off, he'd wisely put the television on sleep mode.

He wondered now how long ago that had been. That, and what the hell had ever prompted the dream he had just experienced. Was it the weird dreams that his wife was always waking him up to tell him about? The incident with Angell? Or a bit of both?

Whatever it was, it had been damn frightening.

"Sammie…" he whispered into her ear and rubbed her stomach softly. "Sammie…wake up…wake up, Sammie."

She mumbled incoherently in her sleep and snuggled back into him even more.

"Samantha!" his voice was louder. More urgent. "Samantha! Wake up, babe."

Her eyes flickered open ever so slowly. She blinked several times before tilting her head back and smiling sleepily at him. "Hey…" she said, her voice groggy. "What's wrong?"

"I just had the most horrible, fucked up dream," he told her.

"A dream about the bombing?" she asked in concern.

He shook his head.

"A dream about what happened to Kieran?"

Flack shook his head once more. "It was majorly messed up, babe. It was one of those dreams where everything is jumbled together and you're not sure where it begins or ends. You know those types."

She nodded.

"I was walking down the street, and don't even ask me what one. It was just some ordinary, generic street. And my shirt was un-tucked and my hair was kinda messed up…"

"You don't have any hair," she reminded him.

"Well I did in this. Anyway, that's what I looked like. Like I'd just rolled out of bed. And I went into this walk up building and the next thing I knew, I was standing in front of this partially open apartment door and there's this brunette girl in there surrounding by a bunch of other people. And I'd never seen her before. But you know when you get that feeling in a dream that you know this person?"

Sam nodded. Listening intently.

"I knew that this was my sister. And I don't even have a sister. Anyway, she says my name is Samantha and I'm an alcoholic."

His wife's eyes widened.

"It gets better," Flack told her. "Or worse. Whichever way you want to look at it. So I go back outside. And it was raining but it looked like it had been and I walk over to Angell standing at the side of her squad. And I say something about how I said I'd need a ride but I really needed to walk this one out. Anyway, I start walking away and all of a sudden, I turn, say her name and walk back to her. And you're probably going to kill me for this next part…"

She sighed.

"And I put a hand on the side of her face and I kissed her. Nothing major. Just this closed mouth on closed mouth. No feeling, no emotion. Nothing. Than I just walked away. And that's when I woke up."

Sam yawned noisily and pressed a kiss to the underside of his chin. "That's the last time you watch any prime time television," she said. "And you scold me for watching too much."

"You need to stay away from those CBS shows, babe. 'Cause you're weird dreams are rubbing off onto me."

"I am a bad influence," she said, rubbing his arms. "Are you okay now? You've recuperated?"

"I think so," he said, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "Except for the fact that my back is killing me for falling asleep like this."

"I've got the perfect idea," she told him.

"Yeah?" he pecked her cheek and nuzzled her ear. "What's that?"

"I think you should take me to bed and I can give you one of my famous back rubs."

He grinned. "I love that idea."

"And than, and only than, I can help you forget about that scary, horrible dream."

"I love that idea even more," he said.

She pushed the blanket off of them and swung her legs over the side of the couch and stood slowly, a hand on her stomach. "Take me to bed, Donnie," she said, offering her hand. "Make an honest woman out of me."

"That's going to be a hell of a feat," he told her, standing as well. "Might take me more than once."

She shrugged. "Take as many tries as you need," she said.

He took her face in his hands and leaned down to kiss her.

"And don't even think about giving me some lame ass closed mouth kiss," she warned.

He chuckled. "I'd never dream of it," he said, and captured her mouth in a spine tingling, toe curling, deep and intense kiss. "Take that CBS," he laughed, than took her hand and led the way to their bedroom.

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