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CSI: NY Fanfic: Complicated - Chapter Seventeen

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Don Flack x OC

Summary: Does it have to be this hard?

Chapters:

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five,Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine,Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven, Chapter Twelve, Chapter Thirteen, Chapter Fourteen, Chapter Fifteen, Chapter Sixteen, 

Tagging:  @starryrevelations

Reilly's Bar was busy which suited Flack's mood. Both him and Danny were perched on stools at the bar, Danny was cradling a bottle of Bud in his hand while Flack nursed a pint of Guinness. The two of them needed the distraction right now, the past few days had been a blur of heinous acts and gruesome discoveries.

Today though had been the worst, walking in on what appeared to be a Mexican stand off between Marty Pino, a handful of drug loads and a couple of ambitious kids, after discovering his murder bunker had been the perfect end to an wretched day. He didn't envy the Crime Lab or the M.E's job after seeing those steel drums lined up oozing red from rim of the lids.

Danny was peeling the label off his beer bottle, still shaking his head as he thoughts played through the events of the day. Marty Pino had been an acquaintance at the very best, but still he was shaken by the turn in which the case had taken. Never had he expected such twisted actions from someone he knew, hell he didn't expect it from any of the criminals they ran into on a day to day basis.

"It's fucked up." he submitted into the air, taking a swig from his beer bottle.

Flack nodded his head in silent acknowledgement of the statement. Every time he closed his eyes he saw the blood smeared across the kitchen utensils, clumps of discarded organs stuck to the bottom of that blender. The tang of iron was in his mouth before he washed it down with a gulp of Guinness.

"Well, I think it's safe to say neither of us will be sleeping well tonight." Flack muttered, gesturing to the bartender to keep the drinks coming.

"At least you've got Grace to wake up to." Danny pointed at Flack with his near empty beer bottle.

Flack shuddered at the thought of her sharing his experience from today. Bile churned in his stomach at the memories of Pino's death place. He couldn't detail the crimes that had been committed over the past few days. Grace had enough nightmares of her own, she didn't need his stacking up along side them.

"I'm telling you Danny, she'd been off work a week and the woman's already driving me crazy." Flack complained, in attempt to inject some humour into their dark moods. "My apartment's spotless, I have to keep telling her she's my girlfriend not my maid."

"She's bored. What do you expect?" Danny reminded Flack before a smirk curved across stubbly cheeks. "Why don't you suggest she puts on a maids outfit and get a little something something while she's making herself useful?"

"Day three." Flack informed Danny biting his lower lip at the memory as the familiar surge of endorphins rushed through him. "I come home and she's wearing one, fishnet stockings and tiny feather duster..."

Both men fell silent at the image that Flack had just illustrated.

"She's a wild one." Danny remarked, taking another swig from his beer bottle.

"You have no idea what that woman can think of when she's left to her own devices." Flack told his friend, using his fingertips to push his empty glass away from him.

"Why don't you just give it up already? Make it official." Danny prompted, a grin spreading across his face at the thought.

"Are you crazy?" Flack exclaimed, sloshing his fresh pint of Guinness as he set it down. "She's not ready for that yet."

"I dunno Buddy, the two of you are practically living together already." Danny pointed out, with a shrug of his shoulders as he thought of the next best thing. "Why not just shift her stuff over and get some help with the rent?"

"This is still Grace we're talking about right?" Flack responded. "The woman who took three months to actually spend the whole night at my place instead of sneaking out in the dead of night."

"Things change." Danny reminded the other man. "I think you'll find she has too. I've never seen her smile the way she has been recently. Months ago she would have gone ballistic over that thing with Elgars now she's all about taking things in her stride."

Flack wrapped his hands around the pint glass, his thumbs ticking out a tune as his turned his head to Danny sensing that the other man had something more to say.

"She dropped by the Lab yesterday and picked up the escape bag she was keeping at the bottom of her locker." Danny submitted, a wide grin spreading across his features like a Cheshire Cat.

Flack stared at his friend stunned, on the way in Grace had dropped in lunch for him and Angell at his desk yesterday he had never dreamed that she had another motive entirely for being in the area. The escape bag had been weighting on his mind recently, Will Hamlin had been officially charged last month. The bastard had been given five years for assault on a police officer with a deadly weapon. Mac's case had been airtight, only the fact that he hadn't actually gotten the chance to take a shot at Grace with her weapon had prevented them from upgrading the charge to attempted murder.

Grace had been a wreck in the weeks pre-dating the trial. Flack would wake up in the early hours to find her side of the bed empty and the window in the lounge leading to the fire escape open. Many a night he'd found her sitting out there, clad in one of his hockey jersey's smoking from the emergency pack of Marlborough's she kept to hand. On nights like that he would take the blanket from the back of the couch and fold it around the both of them while they watched the sunrise on the city in silence.

"Made you think no?" Danny said breaking through Flack's memories with a knowing look.

"Nine months isn't a long time." Flack stated staring into the depths of his glass.

"Almost six years Flack." Danny pointed out. "That's how long the two of you have been doing this dance."

Danny was right, their relationship had had started the moment the two of them had met. There hadn't been another woman that could fulfil him after she'd walked into his life, even though he had spent years trying to fill the hole that was aching in his soul. They had wasted so much time searching for each other in the depths of other people. This was it for him. There wouldn't be anyone else after her.

Flack rubbed the back of his head. Everyday their job was filled with more and more uncertainty, hell the entire world was. Who knew what was going to happen tomorrow?

Why waste the moments you have left?

How close had the two of them come to losing each other over the years? The answer was staring Flack dead in the face as he thought about it.

Too many...

"We live in dangerous times." Danny told him. "I say if you love her go for it."

"Your a romantic at heart you know that Messer?" Flack said, clinked his glass against Danny's beer bottle in agreement before chugging down the rest of his pint.

He rose to his feet, snatching up his leather jacket off of the bar.

"Where you going?" Danny asked, frowning at the other man's sudden change in behaviour.

"There's something I gotta do." Flack responded, tugging his jacket up over his shoulders.

"Now?" Danny exclaimed, his face lighting up as he clambered to his own feet.

Flack shrugged his shoulders, that boyish smile was back on his features and Danny could see the extent of the happiness shining in his friend's eyes as the two looked at each other.

"Good luck man." Danny beamed, clapping Flack on the shoulder in joy.

"It's Grace we're talking about here." Flack reminded him, rolling his eyes. "I'm gonna need all the luck I can get."

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Summary: Does it have to be this hard? Flack/OC

Tagging:  @starryrevelations

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CSI: NY Fanfic: Complicated - Chapter Eleven

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Don Flack x OC

Summary: Does it have to be this hard?

Chapters:

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, 

Tagging:  @starryrevelations 

The ice rink at the Rockefeller Centre was strangely quiet for the evening time. Grace thought that it was due to the fact the temperature had dropped yet again. The snow had come down at some point late last night so fresh heaps of it outlined the outside of the rink. Above them the trees were decorated with silver fairy lights illuminating the rink in such a way that it appeared romantic. Grace had never thought of the ice rink as romantic, at least not until now.

Don was sitting along side her on the bench, hunched over as he retied the laces on his skates. He was clad in navy blue denim jeans that hugged the contours of his lower body. Underneath his dark brown leather jacket he wore a black long sleeved T-shirt that showed off his muscle definition.

Today was their evening off, their case had caught an early break when Adam had gotten a confession from the Deputy Mayor's son Jake Kaplin. She'd seen the emotional toll it had taken on her friend during the interrogation, what had happened with Jake had cut too close to home. It had taken Adam years to lean how to cope with his OCD. Grace had offered to take him for a drink after work but Adam had declined, he was going home to be with Beth tonight.

"So how long exactly has it been since you last skated?" Don asked Grace, a boyish smile spreading across his handsome features.

"It's been a while." Grace admitted as Don adjusted Grace's lavender scarf. "But it's kind of like riding a bike right?"

Don ran his tongue over his lower lip as he sniggered at the uncertain expression upon Grace's features. He rose to his feet before taking her small hands in his.

"Come on." Don said, pulling Grace to her feet.

"You won't let me fall right?" Grace questioned as he led her to the edge of the ice.

Dimples appeared on Don's face as he took a step backwards onto the ice. He was a natural, she had known the first time that she'd seen him play Hockey that he belonged on the ice.

"Have I ever?" he asked her, drawing her onto the ice with a gentle tug."You've never ice skated before have you?"

"Not since I was twelve." she muttered as Don pulled her along slowly.

"Just move your feet a little more." he advised, picking up the pace. "Your getting the hang of it now."

Grace looked down as her blades moved across the ice. Don was beaming at her as he released her hands and skated just out of reach. Grace shot him a worried glance as she concentrated on the movements of her feet.

"I can't believe you've never been here before, I used to come here all the time as a kid with my old man." Don said, skating beside her.

Grace cast a coy smile in Don's direction as he took her hand, their fingers entwining into something more intimate as they skated together.

"You know me, I prefer being on the baseball diamond as opposed to playing in snow forts."

"Is that where you met Brendan?" Don returned, his voice nonchalant.

Don tilted his head towards her with a knowing look as Grace let out a deep sigh.

"People talk Gracie." Don reminded her.

"I was going to ask you to the ball but we had that fight and he asked me out." Grace explained squeezed his hand lightly. "I was just so mad at you because I was finally trying to take a step and you were shutting me out. I wanted to stay over that night but I got the call out and you were so upset I couldn't explain."

"I'm telling you doll, you need to make your 'reaching out' a lot more clearer. I thought you were doing one of your 'drop ins' again." Don told her as he pulled her to a stop on the ice.

Grace wobbled for a second as Don's hands settled on her waist holding her in place. She felt so good under his hands, even now he was still struggling to grasp that this was real. She was here and she was his.

"I like it when you call me that." her voice was low, her head tilted up towards him as her lips twitched with the beginnings of a smile.

Dons used his fingertips to brush a lock of dark hair away from her flawless skin. His warm hand cupped her face, his thumb smoothing over the soft apple of her cheek as he leaned in close.

"I'll have to call you it more often then,doll" he murmured, kissing the corner of her mouth. "Valentine's Day is in a few weeks."

"I know..." Grace blew out a shaky breath as Don's lips moved to her ear, his voice dropping an octave.

"I was thinking romantic meal for two somewhere, a carriage ride around Central Park..."

Grace's grip on his tightened. He withdrew, his hand sliding down the curve of her throat and coming to rest upon her shoulder. He could feel the tension knotted in the back of her neck underneath his fingertips. Her face had drained of colour, even the pink blush brought on by the cold air had vanished. She refused to meet his gaze, her grey eyes were fixated on something in the distance and he knew that she wasn't with him right now, she was back there with that bastard reliving something Don could not bring himself to imagine.

"I'm sorry Don, I just really hate Valentine's Day." she choked as she spoke, her distress evident in her features.

Don wrapped his arms around her rigid body, he buried his face in her hair so their cheeks were touching as he clasped her even closer. He was nowhere near the same breed of man as Will Hamlin, he didn't understand how the bastard had raised a hand to the amazing young woman in his arms. If Don had to spend the rest of his life fixing the damage the other man had done then he would. It was a solemn promise he made to himself and to Grace.

"Hey, it's ok." Don said quietly, his hands rubbing up and down Grace's coat. "We don't have to do anything special. Watch some TV maybe, make some popcorn."

"Thank you." Grace said quietly, tilting her head so it came to rest upon his chest.

She hated the idea of disappointing Don, she despised the fact she was still this cowering creature, shying away from anything that reminded her of the abuse she suffered at Will's hands. She wanted to be strong, to be able to take these steps forward without the pang of fear that flared in her chest.

This was Don, she reminded herself inhaling the clean familiar scent of his body. Her hands slid under his leather jacket interlinking at the base of his spine drawing him even closer. They fit together as if they were made for each other. She was safe here with him. Don didn't have the capacity to harm her. The raise and fall of his muscular chest pressing against her soothing.

Grace had never detailed any exact incidents to Don, she was afraid of what she would see in his eyes if she did but that terror was shifting. The desire to make him understand her plight out weighted her fear of becoming a victim all over again in his eyes. This was just another step she had to take.

"Will cooked a meal for the two of us, candles, wine, the works. I was late home from the lab, DNA had been backed up and Danny needed the help. By the time I got home everything was cold and I tried to explain, what I was doing was integral to our case" she trailed off, exhaling deeply.

Don could feel the heat from her breath upon his chest through his shirt as he listened intently. She had never directly spoken of what she had suffered at the hands of Hamlin, he knew when she was ready that the details would leak from her mouth. He knew she told Adam things and he was glad that Grace had some form of outlet. He was also glad that she was making an effort to confide in him right now.

"We got into an argument and he shoved me, I didn't brace myself for it, I just didn't expect it. I fell into the table and knocked the whole thing over. There was food and glass all over the kitchen. Will lost it, he gripped me by the hair, demanded that I clean up the mess I'd made. He grabbed the wine bottle and took it into the bedroom. He'd passed out by the time I'd finished up."

"I'm not him, you know that right?" he whispered against her hairline. "And you know that I would never do anything to hurt you."

"Your nothing like him." Grace said raising her head so she could look into Don's sincere blue eyes as she spoke. "Your wonderful and your compassionate. The way you make me feel, it's indescribable, nobody has ever made me feel the way that you do. I can relax and be myself around you and I love you for it Don."

"You do realize you just said 'I love you' right?" Don prompted, his features converting into something more serious. "Don't say it if you don't mean it Gracie."

"You know I do." she told him earnestly. "I've been in love with you from the moment you planted that kiss on me in Riley's Bar that night. I just didn't have the guts to do anything about it."

"I feel like I should be recording this moment." Don teased, his nose tracing the line of hers until he came to her lips. "Gracie, you know I wouldn't have stuck around this long if I wasn't crazy about you."

"I know and I think it's time I showed my appreciation." she murmured before drawing Don Flack into most heartfelt kiss that he had ever experienced.

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CSI: NY Fanfic: Complicated - Chapter Nine

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Don Flack x OC

Summary: Does it have to be this hard?

Chapters:

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, 

Tagging:  goghadventuring 

Don had no idea what time it was, but from the fact his apartment was still in pitch black darkness he assumed it was some obscene time in the morning. He wasn't sure what had woken him, but he could still sense the disturbance lingering in the recesses of his mind. Don lay immobile in the stillness of his bedroom listening to the sounds of the night. There wasn't a single one he didn't recognize...

A creak on the landing outside his bedroom door, made his heart thud faster in his chest followed closely by the sound of the softest footfall. Maybe it was the ten years of NYPD instincts kicking into play or the fact he'd been up for over twenty four hours straight making him abundantly paranoid. Either way he snatched up the service pistol he had placed on the night stand as he bolted upright in bed, both hands were wrapped around the grip as his thumb slipped the safety off.

He watched as the doorknob began twist slowly. He raised his gun up higher, ready and waiting for the kill shot if he had to take it. The door jarred open just a crack. The silhouette of a hand slipped through followed by a rustle as the perp's clothing brushed the door frame before they clicked it shut.

"NYPD Freeze!" Flack screamed into the darkness.

The shadow froze immediately, Don kept his eyes on the perp, his gun trained on their outline as his left hand groped for the bedside lamp.

"You picked the wrong night to screw with me..." he snarled, flicking it on and bathing the room in a dim light.

Grace stood before him, her hands were up by her shoulders showing that she was weapon-less. She stared back at him, grey eyes wide in shock as her breathing came in rapid, quick gasps. Her dark hair was loose and wavy, falling just to her shoulders. She was wearing a white vest with nothing underneath and cute black boy boxers that hugged her ass just right.

"Grace?" he questioned, unable to believe his eyes as a mixture of fear and anger pulsated through him. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

Grace screwed up her eyes tightly before forcing herself to exhale deeply. He watched as her diaphragm rose and fell as she absorbed the breath.

"I could have shot you." he snarled, clicking the safety back on. His heart hammering in his chest as he glared at her.

"I am very thankful you didn't." Grace said as she lowered her hands down by her sides.

Don slid his service pistol back onto the night stand before turning his attention on her completely. Don raised his knees so his elbows came to rest on them. The white sheets covered his legs and pooled around his hips as his eyes fastened on her.

"If you've come here for a booty call then you can march your ass straight back out, there isn't a chance in hell I have energy to be your fuck buddy tonight."

"That's not what I came here for." Grace said in a low tone, taking slow steps towards the bed.

"I find that hard to believe." Flack retorted, watching as she drew back the sheets on her side of the bed and slipped underneath.

"Are you trying to make me change my mind?" she snarked back, rolling onto her side so her back was to him.

"Change your mind about what?" he exclaimed indignant. "Every time you end up in my bed your like some college kid who can't keep it in her pants."

"Will you just shut up and hold me already?" Grace demanded, grabbing his hand and pulling it around her waist, he shifted compliantly so that his body was spooned around hers. "Jesus if I knew you were going to be this difficult I would have come in the morning, when you were less cranky."

"Grace?" he said quietly, his head propped up on the pillow with his elbow as she snuggled closer. She pressed his palm flat against her chest so he could feel her heart beating beneath the tips of his fingers. "Why are you here?"

"I'm sleeping over." she informed him, closing her eyes as her body began to unwind from the tensions of the day.

"Good." Don said, reaching over and turning off the lamp.

His lip kissed the blade of her shoulder, his mouth enclosing over one of the scars tenderly as she giggled.

"What?" he murmured into her ear..

"I can't believe you sleep naked."

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It was morning, and Don had spent the past thirty minutes watching the woman sleeping beside him in awe. He had fully expected upon waking up, to find her side of the bed cold and empty, instead he had found her warm firm body pressed along the length of his. Her cheek was resting upon his shoulder, he kissed the top of her head through her mused up hair. His fingers were entwined in hers as they lay there together in the blissful quiet.

It was Sunday. The day of rest. Don's favourite day of the week.

Grace sighed out loud as his other hand slid down her back, rubbing circles across her skin through the material of her vest. She was still out for the count. He knew she'd been exhausted when she'd climbed into bed beside him last night but he hadn't anticipated the depth of her sleep.

Blue flu had tired them both out, he thought, his fingers combing almost absent-mindly though her hair.

Just the fact he was able to do that send a thrill through him. Finally they were taking another step forward and it was about damn time. He wondered what would come after this and dismissed the idea from his mind. He was happy right now with what he had and he was determined for it to stay that way.

Grace's fingers slipped down from underneath his own, walking down the dark hair on his chest and doodling the pattern around the scar before breaching the sheets and delving lower. Don gasped as her fingers enclosed around his smooth erection, caressing it lightly with the palm of her hand.

"Looks like I'm not the only one awake this morning." she whispered against his jaw, her sensual lips fastening on that spot that drove him utterly crazy.

Don tilted his head back into the pillow with a gluttonous groan as Grace's hand began to move up and down his shaft in long, slow strokes. Her tongue traced the outline of his neck as she straddled his hips with her knees, her playful hands were smoothing over the defined muscles in his chest as Grace ground herself against his glistening member.

The small slip of material that were her panties was the only thing standing between the two of them. Her mouth was driving him wild as she licked, sucked and teased his throat as her lower body generated even more friction between them.

His hands were on her vest, slipping it upwards over her breasts, Grace took the intuitive and pulled the material off of her body leaving the rest of her gloriously naked for Don to see. The way his smouldering blue eyes looked at her made her feel sexy and dynamic. There hadn't been a man before him who could ignite such feelings of raw sexuality within her.

His hands caught her wrists before he turned the tables, leaving Grace gasping in arousal at his show of dominance. His hands pressed hers to the mattress, pinning her there as he dipped his head to her breasts.

His tongue was molten hot as it grazed over her erect nipple causing Grace's entire body to tighten in pleasure as Don sucked it gently into his mouth. Her hips arched against his, she could feel his throbbing cock rubbing through the dampness of her panties as she struggled to maintain the contact between them.

Don watched the expression on Grace's features as his mouth moved onto her other breast repeating the same action. One hand was cupping her wrists now whilst the other was tracing patterns along the shape of her ribs and abdomen before he came to the line of her panties. His clever fingers hooked them before he used one hand to draw them down her thighs. She breathed his name as she felt the tip of him glide across her slick, wet folds.

"Don..." she begged, his teeth grazing her delicate skin as he placed the head of himself just outside her intimate opening.

He looked directly into her stunning eyes, drinking in the arousal he saw there as the intense desire to claim her as his own rushed through him. He arched his hips slightly so the tip of him was inside her before withdrawing again causing Grace to whimper in protest.

"Tease." she accused as he bent in low to kiss her.

"That's because you want it so much." he murmured against her lips.

"Can I touch you now?" she requested , her breathing low and ragged as she wriggled her fingers under the grasp of his large hand.

"Say please." he told her, they're lips barely touching.

He asserted just the tiniest bit of pressure sending Grace's entire body writhing beneath him in want.

"Please." she whispered into his mouth.

Don tilted his hips against hers, filling her inch by inch until he was buried deep inside her to the hilt. They melded together in unison, their mouths crashing together, their tongues mingling as he entered her slowly. Her hands caressed down his powerful shoulders and along the firm muscular structure of his back as Grace wrapped her legs even tighter around Don's waist allowing him deeper access.

The sensation of Don being inside her was amazing. The press of her body against his taunt muscular frame as they moved together created a bond that could not be broken. It heightened every single emotion she had ever possessed for him. She knew this man and when the two of them were consummating the most basic of acts she could admit finally to herself how deeply in love with Don Flack she really was.

They began to move faster, Grace's hands were roaming all over Don's naked body as he made her moan and tighten with his every movement. She was so ridiculously close, her nerves blazing with the pleasure he gave her. Her entire body began to tense as his thrusts as became harder, pushing her right to the very edge.

His name was on her lips as she started to climax, she tipped her head back exposing her throat as she cried it out in ecstasy. His mouth descended on the curve of her throat, biting down as his own orgasm claimed him. Grace gasped as the pain intermingled with the pleasure throwing her completely over the edge. Don's heart was beating against her chest, Grace closed her eyes absorbing all the tenderness Don had put into their love making. She was content as she lay underneath him in the aftermath.

Don withdrew from her body gently before rolling onto his back, breathing heavily. Grace shifted onto her side as Don's arm gathered her body closer against his own.

"I think I need to stay over more often." Grace murmured, propping her chin up on Don's chest so she could look into his startling blue eyes.

"Just let me know next time you decide to use the spare key so I don't end up trying to shoot you again." Don muttered, closing his eyes exhausted from their antics.

"I promise I'll call or text next time." Grace said, pressing her cheek flat upon his chest so she could hear his heart beating.

Her eyes began to flickered closed as Don's fingers combed through her short silky hair. The gesture was relaxing. She wondered how she hadn't done this before, why she'd been so terrified. There was such contentment in her bones right now, there was a sense of peace that she had never been privy to.

Only Don had the power to take her feel this way. She hoped it stayed this way between them forever because in her mind right now he was hers, and she was his.

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CSI: NY Fanfic: Complicated - Chapter Sixteen

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Don Flack x OC

Summary: Does it have to be this hard?

Chapters:

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five,Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine,Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven, Chapter Twelve, Chapter Thirteen, Chapter Fourteen, Chapter Fifteen, 

Tagging:  @starryrevelations

The garage that Michael Elgars owned was small and cluttered. He specialised in wheels, treating alloys with a solution that protected the metal from damage during everyday use. There was a line of shiny new exhausts hanging from a rack across from them. The whole place had a lived in feel to it and Grace had no doubt that if they checked the upstairs rooms they would find a makeshift bed, maybe a camping stove or living area.

Grace had heard of Elgars, from the case they had worked involving the explosion in which she and Adam had been caught up in. The stories she'd heard from Don and others around the crime lab didn't do him justice.

The Neo-Nazi skinhead, was tall as he was wide, his grey shoddy overalls covered a frame she would describe as bulging. His naked scalp was tattooed with swastikas and proclamations of white pride. Just the sight of him nauseated her on a level that she didn't know she had. Grace thought of herself as a seasoned cop but looking at this offensive son of a bitch, she realized that there wasn't a day gone by that the job didn't find something to surprise her.

Danny was barely a step behind her, his eyes on the other man sizing him up. When the two of them were on a case together Danny's protective streak always came into play. It was never overbearing or too intense, in fact it was settling to know that the other man had her back if she needed it. Men didn't review her as much of a threat until they saw Danny snarling behind her.

Which worked just fine for their partnership, she was the one that played good cop. The charming, sympathetic listener, the meek girlish Detective who wouldn't say boo to a goose. Perps trusted her more when she played that act, they were more willing to let something slip, that said even when she was faking the ability to identifying with some of the City's most degrading scumbags made her skin still wanted to crawl right off her bones and disinfect itself.

"Micheal Elgars?" she addressed the stark tall Neo Nazi, both hands on her hips, displaying her gun as she stood before him.

It was a show of dominance, one that Elgars didn't seem to take too kindly. The other man was used to being the Alpha Dog in his circle. He'd built himself up fighting for his belief even though they were twisted and vile. He stared down at her, his pig like dark eyes boring straight into her as she held her ground. If she backed down right now she would be giving him the power and Grace didn't let people bully her, not any more.

His animistic gaze flitted from her face, his mouth twisting into a sneer as he took in the rest of body leaving Grace to wish she had dressed more conservative today. His glance strayed to Danny who was watching this grotesque show with disgust.

"How can I help you?" he said mockingly, his eyes glinting as he bared his teeth at Danny.

"We want to talk to you about Xander Green." Grace said, her gaze still intent on Elgars, her right hand straying near her gun.

"I wasn't talking to you." he retorted, flicking a hand close to her face to dismiss her completely.

"Don't be stupid, Elgers you know who we are." Danny growled, holding up his badge to clarify their identity.

His eyes swept to Grace who was still standing in front of him, her eyebrows raised looking unamused at his attempt to discipline her. Danny was at her flank, she could feel the atmosphered in the air changing, the potential for violence was here. She feared Danny lashing out on her behalf, he would defend her in a heartbeat if he thought Elgars would make a move. He was hot tempered and quick to act. Even though she was the logical one she was affronted by his actions and he knew he could see that in the way her fingers flexed in and out of a tight fist. The way her jaw clenched as she willed herself not to respond to this Neanderthal.

"Women should know their place." Elgars sneered. "If this were the old days I'd be taking my turn with you making some racially pure children for The Fuhrer."

Grace snorted, she would be one of the last women selected to help carry the master race into the future. She rolled her eyes as Danny sensing the escalation came to stand along side her.

"What did I say?" he challenged Elgar's, his voice becoming rough with agitation.

Elgar's barely cast a glance Danny's way. His nostrils were flared as his fixation on Grace continued, his eyes wide daring her to do something about it.

"Then who'd be the race traitor moron, I'm second generation Irish." her mouth curved into a sickly sweet smile as she watched his face contort, shifting instantaneously from lust into something more vengeful.

"Filthy Mick." Elgars snarled before spitting directly in Grace's face.

The glob of saliva and phlegm landed on her cheek just under her left eye, the humiliation and the indignity of the act raged through her. Grace didn't even realize she was lashing out until she heard the dull thud of flesh connecting with flesh as her fist struck Elgar's jaw, practically turning his head at the use of force. Her hand exploded with pain causing her to curse as she came out of the swing.

Danny was in motion between them, his hand enclosing on Elgar's wrist twisting it up his back. He used his body weight to restrain the other man against the work bench as he reached for his cuffs as Elgar's struggled.

"Your under arrest for harassment." Danny seethed, snapping his cuffs onto Elgar's wrists and wrenching the other man straight.

"Come on man, that bitch deserved to be shown her worth." Elgar's grin was maniacal as Danny grabbed the back of his collar, pushing him forward in front of him.

"You ok?" Danny asked, glancing back at Grace over his shoulder as she followed.

Her hand was tucked into her sleeve as she wiped the smear of phlegm from her skin, her expression one of hatred and distaste.

"Once I get the feel of racist redneck off my face I'll be dandy."

The two of them were sitting across from each other in silence. Flack was sitting on one side of the interrogation room table, his arms folded over his chest as he eye balled the other man with as much contempt as he could physically muster. Elgar was probing his split lip with his finger, the blood had dried on his chin. Flack could see the bruising already forming on the other man's jaw line and he felt a sick sense of satisfaction at that.

"I want a lawyer." Elgars stated, dabbing his mouth with the back of his hand as his eyes fixed on Flack.

"I wanna win the Lotto." Flack responded in the same impassive tone of voice he'd been using for the interrogation so far.

"That little Mick slut assaulted me." Elgars snapped, pointing to his face.

"I hear differently, I hear you resisted arrest after spitting in Detective Sullivan's face." Flack said, placing his elbows on the table and leaning forward with purpose.

"Detective?" Elgars scorned. "That bitch should be on her back were she belongs servicing real Americans."

Flack could feel all the muscles in his arm tightening as he clenched his fist. What he wouldn't give to beat that smirk off this smug bastard's face.

Sticks and stones, he reminded himself.

Exasperating the situation wouldn't help solve the case in the long run. He was already striding the over the pitfall that Grace had gotten sucked into. Elgars was hateful and vindictive, he needed to be taken off the streets as soon as possible. Violence wouldn't solve this, but justice and the law would. They couldn't afford another mistake.

"Sorry pal but I don't speak fascist. We have equal rights in this country." Flack said raising to his feet.

"Equal rights, what a joke! Get her in here and I'll show her a thing or two about how real patriots should be treated." he sneered, straining at his restraints.

The door opened before Flack could react, revealing Mac with a face of thunder standing in the doorway. Mac jerked his head towards the door, gesturing for Flack to leave. Flack exhaled deeply, grateful for the change of scenery. He was out the door, slamming it behind him before diverting course and entering the observation room on the opposite side of the glass.

Grace was standing there in front of it, her arms folded over her chest as she watched Mac's attempt at interrogating Elgar's. Don came to stand alongside her, his thumb pressing the button to silence the speaker.

"He's certainly got a hard on for you." Don stated, his mouth set in a grim line.

"That's because this Mick bitch got the drop on him." Grace responded, gesturing towards the Neo Nazi in disbelief. "I don't understand how someone can be so overtly offensive. It's nauseating."

"Hate breeds hate and all that jazz." Don said, sickened by the fact that this animal was even allowed to roam free with all the the racist mumbo jumbo tattooed upon his flesh.

"I'm proud of you." Grace uttered, chancing a look at the profile of Don's face. "You rose above it, you didn't let it get to you."

"He spat in your face." Don said in her defence, his startling blue eyes fixing on her.

"He pushed my buttons and I let him." she told him with a deep sigh.

"How'd it go with IAB?" he asked her, noting that she had yet to mention her interview.

"As it's my first offence, two weeks unpaid suspension. At the worst I get a break for a few weeks." she shrugged, her dark bangs falling over her face as she peered up at him. "I don't regret it."

"Your kidding me right? Two weeks unpaid for defending yourself against that." Don exclaimed jabbing his finger at the observation window. "Jesus IAB really do despise the crime lab."

"Look at it this way." Grace said, stepping up to Don. Her hands came to rest on his chest smoothing up and down the material of his shirt as her voice lowered an octave. "I get to do whatever I want, whenever I want."

"Your really something else you know that." Don murmured into her hair as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Don't you know it." Grace said with a smirk as she drew away.

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CSI: NY Fanfic: Complicated - Chapter Ten

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Don Flack x OC

Summary: Does it have to be this hard?

Chapters:

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, 

Tagging:  @starryrevelations

The Crime Lab seemed a much brighter place than usual. The winter sun was shining outside through the glistening glass flooding the entire crime lab with natural light. It was a beautiful cold day and Grace didn't even mind the fact she could see her breath in the locker room when she hung up her fleece lined jacket.

"I don't understand how your smiling." Adam remarked from the opposite side of the locker room as Grace took a glance in her compact before running her fingers through her hair to give it more volume. "It's still below freezing outside."

"I've got a good feeling about today." Grace said, running a Chapstick over her dry lips.

"A good feeling?" Adam questioned. "Like its gonna get a few degrees warmer over the next couple of hours?"

Grace chuckled at his words as she unwound her scarf from her throat and hung it up along side her coat. Adam gave her a sidelong glance noting the white Victorian style shirt she was wearing today. His eyes came to linger at the dark mark on her neck, peeking out from just under the collar.

"What is that?" Adam asked, using his fingertip to draw down the top of collar so he could get a full view of the mark. "Is that a Hickey?"

Grace clapped a hand to her neck in surprise as she jerked away, scowling at Adam as an amused smile crossed his rugged features.

"Ah, now I know what that smile is about." he smirked, tilting his head as Grace's cheeks began to flush red.

"Is it that obvious?" Grace asked, snapping open her compact again to review the damage.

The Hickey had apparently gotten worse since their actions this morning, Grace cursed Don and herself before closing the tiny mirror and setting it back onto the shelf where she kept her emergency make up supplies.

"No..." Adam stuttered as she cast him a look of disbelief. "Well yea, but no, its good the fact that your dating again."

"I am gonna kill him." Grace muttered as she searched through her locker before coming upon her concealer stick.

"Was it the fireman? I bet it was the fireman wasn't it?" Adam exclaimed, shaking his head and laughing as he posed like a body builder. "Because that guy was buff..."

"It's not the fireman." Grace mumbled, tilting her head up to dab the concealer over the shape of the Hickey.

"You want me to run a background check for you," Adam offered rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "I mean if Flack finds out he's just gonna do it anyway, at least this way..."

"It's Flack." Grace submitted, replacing the concealer back in the top of her locker before closing it.

"Flack?" Adam repeated his mouth hanging open in surprise. "Don Flack? As in our Detective Don Flack?"

"Yea." Grace said with a bright smile as she twisted her head to face Adam. "It started a couple of months ago and now this is me, telling you."

"Does the boss know? Does anybody know? Because Gracie I am not good at keeping secrets, especially not from Mac, not when he does that dead stare, silent thing...I just go to pieces." Adam said quickly, gesturing wildly with his hands.

Grace placed both hands on Adam's shoulders as she looked deeply into his azure eyes to focus his attention.

"Adam calm down, it's not going to be much of a surprise to people that the two of us are seeing each other. Danny's been telling me to get my shit together for years." Adam nodded his agreement at that notion. "Besides aren't you and Agent Beth supposed to be a secret?"

Adam held up his finger to silence Grace.

"How did you even know about that?" he hissed.

"Your not as discreet as you think." Grace said with a shrug. "I saw the two of you in Central Park a few weeks ago holding hands while I was running."

Adam crossed his arms over his chest, his eyebrows furrowing together as he absorbed that information before he spoke.

"You are good at this secret thing." Adam said wagging his finger at Grace.

"I have had practice." she said self consciously.

Adam pursed his lips together in acknowledgement at her statement. Adam, himself had been good at hiding the remnants of his father's abuse. He hadn't been working that closely with Grace at the time of her ex's abuse. She had been running herself into the ground working as many cases as God sent so she didn't have to go home each night and Adam and Beth had just been starting to get a little more serious.

The two of them had been like ships passing in the night. He had no doubt if the two of them had been working closer during those turbulent months that he would have seen it and in the weeks that followed he wondered if her absence from his work and social life had been because somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that. Victims always recognized other victims.

When Mac had asked for his help on the case he hadn't hesitated, going to the scene that night to collect control samples had been like stepping into a nightmare. Broken glass from a vase of white roses embedded into the carpet, kitchen table overturned, the darkening blood pool seeping into the rug. Seeing the extent of the damage was mind numbing, it was all he could do to keep the images at bay as he processed the scene.

Nobody doubted that Grace was going to press charges, with people like Mac Taylor and the rest of the department backing her what reason would she have not to. Adam watched her as she sat in her office, hand on the departmental phone, utterly alone. He could see the cogs turning in her brain, the regret that pained her features. He knew a thing or two about that and about the decision she was struggling to make. He also knew that if Grace did drop the charges against Will Hamlin that soon enough they'd be investigating her own Homicide.

Adam had bought Grace a small tub of aloe vera on the way into work that afternoon. He had used it on his own open burn wounds after they had been held hostage by the Wilder Gang. He never knew what to say in these situations but he thought if she knew that there was someone was there, someone that understood what she was going through that he may be able to save her from herself.

"Grace..." he said rubbing the back of his head in agitation before he made the decision to speak. "I know what your thinking about doing and trust me it would be a really bad idea."

"I don't know what your talking about." she said stiffly, her hand still clasping the phone ready to make her call.

Adam grabbed Danny's wheelie chair from the opposite desk and moved it so that he was sitting in front of Grace, on her side of the desk.

"Look, just hear me out for a second." Adam began holding a hand up to silence her protest. "I know what it's like to have to go through this, to have to do this to someone you love and it's the hardest part of what your going through."

"You don't understand. He loves me" Grace said quietly, rubbing her hands over her face in exhaustion.

It was clear to Adam she hadn't slept in days. He knew she was staying with Stella at the moment and that the other woman was trying to take care of her friend the best she could.

Adam reached out and took her small hand lightly in his, his free hand pushed up the black lace sleeve of her shirt to reveal the green and yellow bruising on her wrist.

"Did he tell you that?" Adam asked as his gentle fingers rubbed along the length of her bruising. "Did he tell you were the only person who could understand why he did this?"

Grace swallowed hard as she turned her head away but not before Adam caught a glimpse of the tears that were glistening in her grey eyes. These days were always the hardest, the indecision, the regret, the worry. Adam didn't envy Grace for a single second. Letting go of someone you loved was hard in the best of circumstances, locking them up for what they were doing to you was one of the worst decisions anyone had to make.

"People who love you don't hurt you Grace." Adam murmured. "No matter how bad things get."

"He won't survive in prison. He doesn't have any money for bail." she pleaded, willing Adam to see her side of the situation and he did.

She had let this man into her life, she had loved him and trusted him and he had twisted that into something malicious. She couldn't step away without leaving a piece of herself behind and he was watching her fight that. She couldn't move on and be completely intact, it didn't work that way, not for anyone. This would mark her future for the rest of her life.

Adam had lost count of the times he had dismissed his own happiness in his fixation with the past, seeing those scars from his father's belt in the mirror every morning made his childhood impossible to forget. It had taken him a long time to come to terms with those marks even though they had healed. It had taken even longer for him to let another person anywhere near the real Adam Ross and even with Beth's gentle patience he was still battling those demons.

"You'll be amazed what people can survive." Adam said, unbuttoning the cuff link of his own blue plaid shirt before rolling up the sleeve to his elbow.

Grace had seen the tattoo of the large Celtic cross drawn into Adam's skin before, like her at least one of his parents was of Irish decent. Both of them had grandparents that had come over from across the ocean to start a new life in the Americas.

Adam took her fingers in his and ran them softly down the line of his forearm, the skin felt different here, thinner and stretched. It was a scar, she realized, a long one that transcended both flesh and muscle, from wrist to elbow.

"You feel that?" he asked her.

Grace bowed her head slightly in answer to his question as her finger traced the secret he hid in the depths of his artwork. She knew what he was showing her, this is what she could become if she let Will get the better of her, this is what she would do to herself to escape when it all became too much.

"It's a scar." he told her removing her hand from his arm before rolling his sleeve down again. "It's what happens when people can't get out of the situation there trapped in. You have a way of leaving right now, a support network to catch you. Your not on your own any more."

Grace clasped Adam's hands between hers, holding the two of them together. She could feel the unity stretch between them, one victim to another. Adam had been everything she was now, he was everything now that she wished to be. She couldn't imagine what she would feel like in weeks, or even days ahead of this moment but when she looked at Adam she saw hope for the future because of the way he had conquered his past.

"Tell me." she requested. "I want to hear your story."

"My' dad was a bully." Adam said, staring down at their interlaced hands It was easier when he didn't have to look her in the face, Grace didn't need to see the humiliation that still dogged at him nor the shame he carried. "Killing myself was the only way I thought I could escape. My dad found me before I could finish the job. It was too late, I had already cut too deep. He couldn't stop the bleeding so he was forced to take me to the emergency room. The nurse there she took one look at me and she knew..."

Adam looked up, his eyes stinging with tears. He smiled at her, past the lump in his throat as he kept Grace's gaze. It was important for her to hear this, to know what had led him to the place in which he was standing today.

"She was the first person to show me any real kindness, I believed her when she dusted me off and said that it was gonna be ok, that I was going to be safe. Social services took me later that night. I was freaking out, I was fifteen and terrorized out of my mind about what my dad would do when he got me back but he never did get me back." Adam told her, his fingers squeezing hers.

"I had to give a statement against my own father Grace because the evidence of what he did to me is a patchwork of memories he carved into my body. I'm telling you I don't regret it for a single second because everyday it was getting worse. I would have ended up dead by his hand or my own. People like my father and your boyfriend don't just stop, they need someone to stand up and do the right thing and that's us." Adam said, removing his hands from hers and using the back of his sleeve to dry the damp patches underneath his azure eyes. "We're the good guys, we need to be strong for the people who don't have the strength to speak for themselves just yet."

"It just hurts so bad." she confessed for the first time out loud. "That he could do this to me."

There were tears running freely down her cheeks, Grace rubbed a hand across her eyes trying to hide them. Adam leaned forward on his chair, his hands enclosing on her shoulders as he guided her towards the shelter of his comforting form. Her forehead came to rest on his collar bone her hands clutching bundles of his shirt as she began to fall apart for the very first time.

"It's ok." Adam murmured, his cheek coming to rest on her forehead as he rocked her body lightly. "Everything's gonna be ok."

"Does Beth know?" Grace asked quietly, breaking through the memory as the two of them stood parallel in the locker room.

Adam bowed his head, fiddling with the rings on his fingers.

"She's seen the scars on my back." he admitted. "I'm just glad my dad's dead so she can't kill him all over again."

"A woman after my own heart then." Grace said, her hand rubbing up and down his arm in assurance.

"You have no idea how amazing she is, when she laughs it's like everything right in the world even if it's only for a few minutes." Adam told Grace as the two of them left the locker room and proceeded towards their work stations.

"You need to hold onto that Adam, people like Beth are rare." Grace said honestly. "I'm happy for you, I haven't seen you smile like this for a long time."

"Grace." Adam said, drawing to a halt as they reached the AV Lab. "I'm happy for you and Flack, it's been a long time coming."

There was sincerity in Adam's voice and she appreciated that. It meant a lot that he thought so highly as of her decision. One survivor to another.

"Yea." Grace responded thinking back over everything the two of them had survived over the past five years. "Yea it has."

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CSI: NY Fanfic: Complicated - Chapter Seven

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Don Flack x OC

Summary: Does it have to be this hard?

Chapters:

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six,

The bullpen was quiet for the first time in what seemed like an age. Flack hated it when it was like this, the silence let him too much time to think about the things. He couldn't stand the idea of doing that right now but it was happening and he was powerless to stop it. He shouldn't have got involved with Grace again. After a few drinks it had seemed like a good idea, coming home and finding her in his apartment and then in his shower naked it had been too good to be true.

It was only afterwards when his sensible side managed to kick in that he realized he was making a terrible mistake. Sex wasn't the way to go to get what he wanted, despite the fact it was mind blowing. If he was honest he wasn't sure that was accessible to him. Grace showed no signs of buckling. She cared about him, but it wasn't enough not any more.

The truth was he was in love with Grace, he had been from the moment he'd stolen that kiss from her that night in the bar. Too many drinks whilst playing pool after the Truby case when the bar was heaving. Somewhere in the midst when she'd been caught between the pool table and his body, he'd laid one on her. She hadn't resisted, in fact her hands had grasped his shirt and yanked him even closer.

The kiss had been sweet and sensual, their lips fit together as if the two of them were made for each other. Despite the fact it had only lasted seconds Don had placed it as his most memorable.

When the two of them broken apart the moment was over and they'd gone back to playing. Neither of them had mentioned it since. Don hadn't realized that was it then, he was hooked. Instead he had filled the missing piece of his heart with meaningless flings and one night affairs. It had taken a long time to realize that what he needed was right in front of his eyes.

He remembered that old saying, if you loved someone you set them free and that was what he was trying to do here. Don Flack always did the right thing, it was ingrained in his nature. Yet he was sick of being the brave one, it was exhausting giving so much of yourself away to the job, to other people. He needed more than that. He had wanted something for himself, someone to call his own but again it was eluding him.

He couldn't do this any more. He couldn't have what he wanted dangled so closely to his face only to have it snatched away at the last minute, he was done with that.

Don had been avoiding Grace's calls over the past few days, only returned a text if it was work related. The two of them were on separate cases at the moment so avoiding her wasn't too hard.

As soon as Don had the thought he knew that he had jinxed himself. The main door to the precinct opened as someone entered. He could tell the sound of her footsteps anywhere, and always with those battered ankle boots she adored so much.

Go away, he prayed without looking up from the report he was writing. Go away, go away.

She was wearing a different perfume today he noticed, something that was vaguely floral and reminded him of Spring. Her shadow fell across his desk, darkening the A4 papers he was reading as the footsteps came to a halt on the opposite side.

Don had learned many years ago that sometimes the best defence was to have a good offence and he was surprised to find himself shifting into that mindset almost automatically. He was already putting down his pen and rising to the challenge before she had a chance to attack. He kept his expression blank as he swivelled his head up to meet her piercing gaze, opening his hands in a mock gesture of welcome as he spoke.

"And what can I do for you on this fine day?"

"We need to talk." Grace told him, placing both hands on his desk to brace herself.

She was furious, he saw the look in her eyes as she bore down on him. Something had changed and she didn't know what and Grace didn't work well when she didn't have something tangible to hold on to. As far as he was concerned it was time for her to learn that Don Flack's patience had finally run out.

"The time for talking is over." he told her, his elbows digging into his arm rests, rotating the chair from side to side.

"Really?" Grace exclaimed.

Her eyes were narrowing with agitation as she tried to read him. She placed her hands on her hips as if reviewing a petulant child causing Flack's temper to flare as he stared back defiantly.

"What can I say?" Flack said, his voice in a matter of fact tone as he shrugged his shoulders. "You had your chance you blew it."

"Your serious?" she asked him, her eyebrows curving into a frown as she came to realize this wasn't some stupid little spat between the two of them.

"Like a heart attack, doll." he told her, shuffling the manilla folders into some form of order before raising to is feet. "Now if you excuse me I have work to do."

Doll, it had been what the other police officers had nicknamed her back when Moran had still been around, on account of her porcelain features and long dark lashes. The nickname had stuck for years until the Wilder case and that had shown everyone just how fragile Grace Sullivan really was. The beating she'd taken during the time she was held hostage at the crime scene in Brooklyn with Danny and Adam had proved her tougher than anyone had thought.

When the members of the Clan had attacked Grace, Adam and two of the patrol cops that were backing them up, she had fought so hard even Grace herself had been surprised they hadn't put a bullet in her. Instead between them they had fractured her arm attempting to restrain her before jabbing her in the head with the butt of an AK and she'd spent the next few hours unconscious while the two men tortured Adam into revealing the lab's security codes. Her damaged arm had made her practically useless when it came to their escape plan, Don knew she had harboured a lot of guilt over that for the longest time before she had learned to let it go.

Her right palm slapped against metal wall of the truck bed, bracing the entire weight of her body as Grace clasped her left arm close to her chest. Her wrist was twisted so the fingers of her fist faced upwards. He knew from the angle it was tilted at that it was either a spiral fracture or a break.

Her face was ghostly, the blood was berry red and vivid running down her cheek from a wide open gash that sliced across her hairline. There was another dried smear of red underneath her nose. There was a blush of purple already staining the line of her jaw from the punch that a perp had landed somewhere along the way.

Her breathing was laboured, he could hear the harsh ragged pants emitting from her lungs as she stood there for a second trying to regain some form of composure. She was trying to hold herself up but Don could tell from the way her body was trembling that it was becoming more than a struggle to prop herself up.

"Gracie." he said her name compulsively, stepping forward as she slid onto a sitting position on the edge of the truck bed.

His firm hands came to rest lightly on her waist, lifting her down from the truck bed as gently as he could until her feet touched the floor. Her knees buckled just a little as her feet connected. Don's muscular arm wrapped around her waist, supporting her weight as he guided her good arm around his neck.

"Adam..." she wheezed through her teeth as Don walked her step by step towards the waiting EMS team. "Jesus Danny..."

"We've got Adam and Danny, don't worry their safe." he reassured her as they came to the back of the ambulance.

He could feel her body relaxing at that knowledge. They were safe and so was she. Her head leaned in close to his. He could feel how exhausted she was, being strong in a situation like this was draining once the adrenalin had left.

Her cheek brushed against the darkened stubble of his own as they shared a moment of mutual relief . Grace exhaled, tipping her head back to rest on his shoulder for a second before he handed her over to EMS.

One of his men was calling, gesturing for him to look in the back of the car that belonged to the perps. He cast a glance at Grace as the paramedic sat her down on the edge of the ambulance.

"Go." she mouthed using her good hand to make a weak shooing gesture.

His mouth set in a grim line as he forced himself to divert his attention back to where his focus ought to be.

The case.

He shook off the memories, it was moments like that made him weak and pathetic and he refused to be like that anymore. He faced down murderers and scumbags on a day to day basis. Facing Grace like this should have been a cinch.

"Don." it was the sound of her voice breaking just a little that made him hesitate.

Jesus, he couldn't stand hearing her voice like that and knowing that he was the source of it. He took a deep breath to steel himself against it. He straightened his shoulders before blocking out all of the emotions that were churning around in his stomach before pushing on. Not once did he allow himself to look back.

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The gym was busy much to Grace's disgust. Both members of the NYPD and FDNY exercised here regually. She was in the mood for a quiet work out, something to ease out the aggression that she was harbouring right now. She hadn't felt this angry in a long time, at least not directed at Flack. Working off a sweat after a tough case was the way she blew off steam and right now she had a lot of pent off rage to burn off.

The tape that was wrapped around her hands protected her skin as she threw a punch at the red bag that was hanging from the ceiling. She'd been going at this solidly for thirty minutes now and her anger still hadn't dispersed, instead she was sweaty and pissed off.

"Wow, what did the punching bag ever done to you?" she heard a familiar voice remark as she jabbed her elbow straight into the core of the bag.

Grace used the back of her hand wipe away the sweat beading on her forehead.

"Can I help you Denvers?" she asked, blowing a stray strand of hair out of her face.

Brandon Denvers grinned as stood beside her, using a green towel to wipe off the back of his neck. He was a fire fighter from the fire house near the Crime Lab, the two of them had bumped into each other at a number of arson scenes over the years. It wasn't until she joined the gym two years ago that any sort of friendship had blossomed.

Brandon was built like a linebacker, tall and wide with a muscular structure most men would envy. Brandon had had a shot at playing pro football before he's blew his knee out in his college years. His eyes were a charming shade of ebony, his hair sandy blond and cut short drawing more attention to his attractive features.

"What are you doing tonight?" he countered as she began to strip the tape off of her hands.

"I'm representing the Crime Lab at the Mayor's Charity Ball tonight." she told him, putting her foot on the bench in order to tie the loose shoe lace on her sneaker.

"You got a date?" he asked her.

Grace twisted her head towards him, her lips parted in surprised as she looked at him. Brandon chuckled at the expression on her face as she stared at him wide eyed.

"Come on Grace, your a good looking girl. You must get asked out all the time." Brandon said, giving her a smouldering look as a blush crept along her cheeks.

"Just not in the gym." she told him, trying to shrug it off as she picked up her water bottle.

"So do you have a date?" he persisted, crossing his arms over his chest as searched her face for an answer.

"Its going to be boring, all political types." she warned him.

"You'll be there." he pointed out as they began to walk slowly towards the locker room.

"It's black tie." she informed him.

"I look good in a tux." he said with an easy going smile as he gestured to his body.

"I bet you do." Grace said with a wide smile as she took in his large, muscular frame.

Why the hell not? She thought.

Flack had made it clear he didn't want anything to do with her back at the station house, that anger was still burning deep inside her. She was impulsive by nature. She had gone there to lay her cards out just the way he had done the night before and instead he'd practically slapped her around the face. The man was stubborn, she didn't know if this was something that the two of them could work out. She was far from perfect, she knew that, she'd just wished he'd given her a chance to explain.

Brandon was still waiting for an answer. Maybe something with no strings was what she needed right now to take her mind of the situation with Don. In a few days time he would have settled down and two of them would be back to meeting at crime scenes just like the old days.

Grace balled up the tape from her hands between her fingers in thought.

"Pick me up at eight?"

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CSI: NY Fanfic: Complicated - Chapter Three

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Don Flack x OC

Summary: Does it have to be this hard?

Chapters:

Chapter One, Chapter Two

The dismembered foot, arm and hand they had discovered in various garbage hotspots around the city had all belonged to one man thankfully. A wrestling coach by the name of Vince Nelson. Stella and Grace had gone to his apartment to speak to his widow. So far the only useful information they had gotten was the possibility of two intruders lurking around the skylight on the roof.

Which was why at the current moment Grace was standing on the roof of his apartment building along side Stella, bundled up to the nines. Stella's hands were buried deeply in her pockets while Grace's were gloves as she carried her Crime Scene Kit. The two of them stared along the snowy white surface, Stella depositing yellow cones as Grace took pictures with the camera.

"Of course nobody would think to grit the roof." Grace muttered, placing her feet firmly upon the ground to prevent slipping.

"Twenty nine years in New York, you'd think you'd be used to it." Stella stated, treading carefully as the two of them made their way towards the pointed skylight of the Nelson's apartment building.

"Mrs Nelson said she thought she saw two people up here yesterday afternoon." Stella recounted as the two of them came to a halt in front of the green tinted skylight.

"And here's the blood the neighbour must have been talking about." Grace said, picking the camera up from the thick strap around her neck and raising it to her face to take a picture.

Stella removed a swab from Grace's kit as the other woman crouched down, close to the earth in order to get a better shot of the blood stain.

"Would you like to do the honours?" Stella offered handing the swab over to Grace.

"Seeing as I'm down here." Grace responded with a tiny smile before using the swab to collect some of the icy red residue.

Stella handed her the spray bottle so Grace could use it on the sob, it turned pink indicating the substance.

"As Danny likes to say 'BOOM'." Grace said as she collected more samples and out them into her crime scene kit for safe keeping.

The Latino music was echoing through the walls of the apartment as Flack and Grace stood side by side watching Tanda Love twirl and twist her way through some very professional looking dance steps. Flack hadn't wanted to bring Grace along but since she had been the one to find the fingerprint upon the acupressure magnet and get them this lead he felt obligated.

It surprised him how comfortable he felt in her presence, how easy it was to slip back into their old routines. On the car journey over here, it was as if the two of them were back to normal, as if the events of this morning hadn't happened.

Flack couldn't help but feel a little relieved at that, he wasn't ready for The Talk just yet. He hadn't had time to compose himself, to individualise his wants and his needs. He knew when they did have The Talk he would have to be sure he had the ability to walk away from what the two of them were doing. Otherwise it would all be for nothing.

Flack didn't know if he could change the nature of their relationship. The sex was ridiculously hot and beyond satisfying but with Grace he wanted the emotional gratification he had gotten from the first time they were together. She was one of his closest friends, one of the people who now knew him the best, she was his lover and his confidant. He thought maybe it was about time to make that official. He wanted to hold her hand in public, to see her smile for him, to take her on dates instead of her sneaking out of his apartment in the early hours of the morning.

"This was not what I envisaged we were walking into." Flack remarked, shaking off his thoughts.

His eyebrows furrowed as he studied the movements of the oblivious couple. Tanda was clad in a tiny black mini skirt that flared as she danced and the client was a dark haired older man sporting glasses. Neither had realized yet that the two of them were standing there. Flack crossed his arms over his broad chest as he tilted his head towards Grace listening to her speak.

"Salsa is supposed to be good foreplay." Grace recounted as a smirk curved across her lips. "I've not seen anything like this that wasn't on TV."

"You like dancing?" Flack asked conversationally, striking it off as something else he hadn't known about her.

Grace shrugged.

"I've been to a class once or twice."

"Huh," Was Flack's response.

"Do you like dancing?" she asked him.

"If necessary I can dance." Flack informed her, his blue eyes still fixated on the couple before them.

"Necessary?" Grace questioned. " As in if your life depended on it?"

"Maybe you'll find out one day." Flack said ominously as Tanda Love collided with him.

He reached out his hand to steady her before flashing her his badge.

"Mind if I cut in?" he requested.

Tanda's green eyes went wide with surprise as she stood before the two of them. She placed her hands on her hips before nodding her assent. Within a few moments her client had been sent home and Grace and Flack were standing, rather than sitting on the purple couch. Grace had seen Flack's look of distaste as he glanced down at it. She wasn't sure whether that was due to Tanda's dubious furniture choice or the possibility of fluids from her choice of profession. Either way, these were new trousers and she was no way taking that risk.

"Prostitution?" Tanda repeated as Flack withdrew a folded piece of A4 paper from his suit pocket.

"Come on Ms Love, you have a wrap sheet here." Flack said, tapping the paper before reading out loud. "Arrested four times for solicitation."

"This isn't what you think Detective." Tanda informed Flack, holding up her hands in protest.

Flack's eyebrows furrowed into an expression Grace interoperated as deathly serious as he folded up the wrap sheet and replaced it.

"This isn't what you think either Ms Love, I'm not Vice, I'm Homicide." Flack told her.

"We have your finger print on this acupressure disk." Grace submitted as Tanda diverted her attention back towards her as Grace held out the photograph.

"I bought one to help me quit smoking and I lost it." she told Grace.

"Well we found it." Grace uttered as she held out another photograph. "Near this guy, you know him?"

"Vince Nelson? Why are you looking for him?" Tanda asked, her expression one of severe dismay.

"Because he was killed." Flack stated quietly. "When was the last time you saw him?"

"Last night." she answered "He comes here every Thursday for a lesson."

"And what exactly is it that you teach?" Flack responded, quirking an eyebrow.

"Private salsa lessons." Tanda told them. "Vince wanted to surprise his wife for their fifth wedding anniversary. I had another client straight after Vince who saw him leave."

"I need a name to confirm your story." Flack said taking out his log book and scribbling down some notes.

"Joseph Redgrave." Tanda said before reeling of a phone number.

"Thank you." Flack omitted as Tanda wrapped her arms around herself before showing them to the door.

"By the way you a very good dancer." Grace complimented as they stepped outside of the apartment.

"I could teach the two of you if you like." Tanda suggested, gesturing between the two of them. "NYPD discount."

Grace tilted her face up towards Flack who was already shaking his head at her.

"Thanks but we can't." Grace said forlornly.

"Of course." Tanda said, closing the door to her apartment.

"I wasn't going to say yes you know." Grace told Flack as the two of them descended the stairs.

"You want to go dancing, we do it legit." he said firmly as Grace rolled her eyes behind his back.

"That sounds like an offer Detective Flack." Grace teased as they stepped out onto the street.

Grace grasped his arm suddenly as her heel slid on a patch of ice underneath the surface of the snow by the doorstep. Flack twisted, his free hand lashing out and catching her just under the opposite elbow as her feet slipped from underneath her. Her heart was pounding in her chest as their bodies collided knocking the air out of Grace for a second as Don propped her up.

"Jesus, you need to be more careful." Flack told her, tilting his head to catch a glimpse of Grace's face.

They were looking into each others eyes, and Grace could see everything in those brillant blue eyes, just like always. Don had never been able to shut her out. For the first time in months she actually registered the emotions that he had been trying to hide from her and she hated herself. He was hurting so badly, she could see the strain in his features from keeping it together and she knew that was because of her actions over the past few months.

They were the closest two people could be and she still couldn't make the commitment. Grace knew he could never harm her, Don would never raise a hand to her but she was scared of being involved again. Frightened of losing herself in someone else after what had happened with Will. She had been a ghost for the months before her relationship had ended and for weeks afterwards. She didn't want to feel that way ever again.

"God Don, I'm sorry." she murmured earnestly, her head coming to rest on his chest as her fists grasped his jacket tightly.

She had always found comfort in him, just being in his prescence settled her nerves. The tension in her shoulders relaxed as Don's arm wrapped around her waist. He inhaled the scent of her smoky perfume as he held her close. He longed for moments like this, they were few and far between. Grace had caught him in a moment with his guard down and he knew what she had seen. His anguish at their situation had been tough to hide for this long. He closed his eyes as his lips brushed her hairline.

"It's ok." he whispered, his free hand moving in soothing circles along her back.

Even now he was still her pillar of strength, Grace clutched onto him as if he was her last life line. In a way he was, when she was with him she felt she was living again, like there was reason and purpose to her existance. Yet he was in pain, it cut so bad it was crippling his soul. She wondered how long it had been like this, how she had avoided seeing it.

"I didn't realize..." she began as Don's fingers stroked through her hair.

"I know." he said, sighing against her.

Grace could feel the breath leaving his warm body, his heart was beating underneathe the palm of her hand through his shirt. He was giving up and she got that. This had all become too much for him. Don's throat was starting to ache at the emotion he was trying to hold back.

"I can't..." she told him, shaking her head from side to side. "I'm sorry but I can't."

"Yea Gracie, I know." he murmured against her skin.

Neither of them wanted to let go. It was admitting failure. They had crossed a boundary and it hadn't been enough. She wanted more but taking that step was too frightening. There was an intense need to let herself go, to let go of everything and grow up and settle down with this man, but there was also fear. Fear that she would disappoint Don, that she couldn't be everything he needed. That fear outweighed the cost of her emotions right now.

"I guess this is goodbye." Don said, his voice low and ragged.

Grace could hear in his voice how much this was tearing him apart inside but this was better than how the outcome could have ended and she knew that he was aware of that.

"For now." she told him, sniffing and blinking quickly as the two of them broke apart. "Until I find my feet again."

"I'll still be here." he said as they began the short stroll to the car.

Grace resisted the urge to take his hand as it dangled so precariously close to her fingertips.

"Where else would you go?" she responded, nudging him with her shoulder instead.

"It is a pity for you because I am actually a good dancer." Don informed her, with the beginnings of a smile.

Grace bowed her head, pursing her lips together before remarking.

"That is a pity."

They were standing in front of the car. Flack reached over and grasped the passenger side door handle before holding it open for Grace.

"No hard feelings." he assured her.

Their eyes met as she stood on the opposite side of the thin metal barrier. Her fingers came to rest over his, returning the favour. There were too many things they had shared, too many that they had fought against and triumphed over to give up everything that the two of them had.

"I'm still here too."

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CSI: NY Fanfic: Complicated - Chapter Two

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Don Flack x OC

Summary: Does it have to be this hard?

Chapters:

Chapter One,

The locker room was freezing, the chill from the air was putting goosebumps all over Grace's skin as she pulled the jade green sweatshirt down over her body. She had left Flack's in the early hours of this morning while he had been still sleeping. Flack's body had been splayed out on his stomach, his arm resting upon her chest holding her against him. It had taken a few minutes to extract herself from his embrace, there wasn't a chance in hell Flack had wanted to let her go. She'd managed to redress herself in record time because of the cold and had made it into work in time for the early shift she was on.

Three hours of crossing the 'T''s and dotting the 'I''s on her reports had warranted some form of break so she had gone to get coffee only to slip on some ice on the way back from the Starbucks across the street and spill the entire cup upon her white silk blouse. Lucky she always kept a back up outfit in case of dumpster diving mishaps.

Grace was balling up the shirt between her hands when Stella stepped into the locker room, clad in her outdoor attire rubbing her own hands together to keep warm.

"I didn't think New York winters could get much colder." Stella exclaimed as she came to stand next to Grace, twisting the combination lock attached to her own locker.

"Me neither." Grace said as she tossed the coffee stained shirt inside. "Damn ice is lethal though, I've slipped on it twice today already. Fell right on my ass the first time, spilt coffee on my new shirt the second."

"I was going to say I haven't seen the jade shirt in quite a while, it brings out your skin tone." Stella complimented with a smile as she stripped off her gloves, one slipped from her fingers and dropped to the floor.

"Working with you is like having a talking copy of Cosmo magazine." Grace teased as Stella crouched down to retrieve her glove.

Stella's gaze shifted to the green rucksack in the bottom of Grace's locker as her fingers enclosed upon her black glove. There was a moment where the silence waged between them. Grace pursed her lips together tightly as she rubbed the back of her neck. Stella rose to her feet, her eyes still taking in the expression on Grace's features as the other woman exhaled deeply.

"I understand." Stella said sympathetically. "You still need to have an escape route."

"Just in case." Grace told her quietly. "I know it's been three months but I can't forget what it feels like to be trapped in a situation like that, even now."

"There's no shame in that." Stella reminded her, taking Grace's hands and pressing them together between hers as if in prayer.

"I know." Grace uttered as she met Stella's gaze. "I tell myself that every single day."

"Your a strong one Grace, you can't let what he did break you." Stella told her, releasing Grace's hands and unzipping her jacket.

"Never." Grace promised before clearing her throat and casting a small smile at Stella.

"Thanks for getting me out of that situation. I know we've never talked about it but I appreciate what you did, telling Mac." Grace clarified, watching Stella as she hung up her jacket inside her locker. "It was the right thing to do."

Stella closed her locker at the same time as Grace slipped a twenty from her purse and slipped it into the back pocket of her grey pinstriped trousers.

"You weren't listening to me, it was time to bring out the big guns." Stella spoke with honesty as she met Grace's gaze. "I saw how bad it was getting and I knew sooner or later it would be too late."

Grace rubbed up and down her right arm at the phantom bruising that had set off the chain of events that landed her where she was standing right now. She knew Stella had saved her life that day. She hadn't been listening to the other woman when she had begged her to leave Will Hamlin. Seeing her wince that day in the Trace Lab when Danny had clapped her on the back had been the final straw.

Stella had walked into the locker room intentionally while the other woman was getting changed and seen the purple finger marks from when Will had held her down to push the stub of his cigarette into her skin in punishment for being with another man.

Grace had never told Will who she turned to the night she thought he had cracked one of her ribs and she would never tell Flack that the reason her shoulder was peppered with burn scars was because of what had transpired between them.

"I just never said thank you, so here's me actually saying it." Grace told her before shrugging away the awkwardness. "I think I owe you a coffee. Starbucks? My treat."

"Since you offered." Stella said with a grin as Grace took out her black woollen coat and slipped into it before she began to fasten the buttons.

"Watch out for the ice, I like my coffee in it's cup." Stella called after her as Grace reached the locker room door.

Grace let out a laugh before waving a hand at Stella to say goodbye.

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The crime scene was covered in snow, including the area that was meant to be the pavement. Grace found herself letting out a growl of exasperation as she tread as carefully as she could towards the pile of garbage at the bottom of the concrete stairs that led from the office building. She had lived in New York her entire life and she still hated winters. She had lost count of the amount of times she had fallen on her ass or been assaulted with snowballs over the years.

The group of snowboarders were already being interviewed by Flack and another Detective she didn't recognize. Grace shivered, glancing at the metal railings that lined the concrete steps. Why anyone would risk breaking their neck snowboarding down a set of stairs was beyond her.

Her gaze lingered on Flack as he tapped the end of his pen upon his notebook listening to the kid talk. He looked good this morning. He was fresh faced and bright eyed, his expression focused and intent as he scribbled down one or two of the things the kid said. His navy blue overcoat matched the colour of his eyes and the way the white shirt clung to his body underneath just reminded her of another reason she should have stayed the night.

She felt her skin beginning to flush hot at her memories of the night before, the dirty things his husky voice had whispered in her ear, the way he tasted on her tongue as his hands caressed every single contour of her body...

Grace felt a blush creep up her cheeks as her boot hit a patch of ice causing her to wobble for a second before regaining her balance. Clearly that was karma giving her a little clarity.

The camera she used to photograph crime scenes was already in her hands by the time Mac and Flack made their way over towards her. She snapped off a couple of pictures of the garbage bags surrounding the severed human foot before focussing on the dismembered limb itself. The wound track was ragged, whatever had been used to cut into the flesh looked like it had been serrated. She took extra care to get a shot of it before altering her trajectory.

"The flying tomato over there took a dip in the garbage while he was snowboarding and landed right next to the foot." Grace could hear Flack's broad New York recounting the story as the two of them took careful steps along the side walk.

"The rest of the body?" Mac questioned as they came to a halt a few steps behind her.

"Canvassing garbage receptacles in the area, City only picks up trash once a week on account of the budget cuts, place is turning into a Cess pool." Flack complained as Grace photographed a piece of bloody shredded gift wrap before holding it up for both gentlemen to see.

"Look what I found, got dried blood all over it." Grace said, pulling a face as the cute Santa's beaming up at her from the navy blue background.

"Looks like the foot was wrapped in it." Mac remarked as Flack's familiar ringtone chimed through the air, he fumbled with his pockets for a second before answering it.

Mac was already holding open a clear evidence bag for Grace to put the wrapping paper in.

"I wouldn't wanna unwrap that on Christmas Day." she commented, cringing as she used the tips of her gloved fingers to poke the gift wrap until it was fully encased in the plastic.

"Most kids ask Santa for a new bike or a scooter." Mac response, his lips twitching into a tiny smile.

"Danny and Hawkes just found an arm in a trash can a couple blocks away." Flack submitted into the conversation as Mac deposited the evidence bag along side Grace's kit.

"Was it gift wrapped too?" Grace asked, raising her eyebrows in mirth expecting a smile in return.

"Sorry Sullivan, I forgot to ask." Flack dismissed before turning his attention to Mac.

Grace took a deep breath and bit the inside of her cheek in frustration. She was reading too much into his actions, she decided. Flack was a grown man he understood that what the two of them had was just sex, her mind was playing tricks on her because she was overtired.

"You left again this morning." Flack said quietly from his position along side her as he tilted his head to look at the foot in question.

Apparently she wasn't as overtired as she thought.

"Do we have to do this in front of the foot?" Grace responded, gesturing her hand at the offending limb.

"It's not like it's hear gonna anything it shouldn't." he returned pointedly, frowning at her attempt to bring humour to the situation.

"My joke about the gift wrap was funnier." Grace conceded, looking through the lens of her camera before taking a another picture.

"I'm being serious." Flack informed her, the tone of his voice told her he was becoming irate.

The problem was when he was standing this close to her everything went to hell. She could smell the scent of his fresh aftershave and it drove the rest of her body crazy with memories of more intimate moments. Whenever he was in her proximity she felt safe and desired. He made her feel confident and sexy simply with his actions and sexy was not the way she wanted to feel at a crime scene, especially not when there was severed foot less than a meter away from her.

"Your crowding me just a little here." she told him without looking up from the camera.

Flack bit his lower lip in agitation, stifling the retort that was on the tip of his tongue as he took a step back away from Grace, crossing his arms over his broad chest. Grace inhaled the cold winter air deeply, letting it clear her head before she decided to address the situation.

"I've already told you the reason why I don't like staying over." Grace began cautiously.

"Forget it." Flack responded stubbornly. "We shouldn't be talking about this at work."

Grace rose her eyes to the heavens. God knew this was never going to be easy and for some reason today he had made it his mission to test her patience.

"Your the one that brought it up." she reminded him with more bite than she intended.

"Grow up and do your job." Flack snapped, instantly regretting it.

He hated the fact he was acting like this. It infuriated him being caught in this situation and the fact she was passing off their relationship as if it was nothing enraged him. How many times had the two of them leaned on each other during the years? To have it all boiled down to something casual cut him down to the core.

"I deserved that one." she admitted after a moments silence.

Yes you did. He thought.

"Lets just get on with the case." Flack said, his voice distinctly cold as he dismissed her attempt at peace offering.

"Today's going to be a long day." Grace muttered under her breath before clicking the button to take another picture.

Grace didn't realize how true that statement was about to become.

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CSI: NY Fanfic: Complicated - Chapter Fourteen

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Don Flack x OC

Summary: Does it have to be this hard?

Chapters:

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five,Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine,Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven, Chapter Twelve, Chapter Thirteen, 

Tagging:  @starryrevelations

Don was pretty sure he had been asleep when Grace had gotten in. He stirred, feeling her presence in the bedroom, the weight shifted as she sat down on her side of the bed. He heard the click of her badge as she set it down on the night stand, then the light thud of her service pistol as she placed them side by side. She was meticulous in that, the gun always had to be nearby, close to hand just in case.

He could hear the rustle of clothing as she removed her shirt and opened his eyes just in time to see her raise to her feet in order to shimmy those tight fitting jeans off of her willowy hips, leaving her clad only in her black lace panties and a matching bra.

"I missed you tonight." he told her, pulling the sheets back and rubbing his hand across the empty space beckoning for her to come join him.

"I bet you did." Grace uttered, glancing at him over her shoulder with a seductive smile.

Don raised his dark eyebrows, matching her smile with one of his own as she unclasped her bra and stripped it from her body. She turned to face him gloriously naked from the waist up. His eyes were drawn to the panties to the she was wearing, a tiny pink heart was embossed on the front caught his attention as Grace put a hand on her hip as she cocked it giving her a devilishly sexy edge.

"Happy Valentine's Day." she said, her voice low and husky as she crept into bed along side him.

Don propped his head up on one hand as his hot fingertips patterned an intricate doodle up along Grace's thigh.

"I've been thinking about you all day." he told her, his hands drifting to cup her ass and bring her even closer to his body.

"Did the pictures help?" she asked with a wicked smile as her hand reached between them caressing up and down his erect member.

"Your a naughty girl Gracie, getting me all hot and bothered in work." he spoke into her skin as he nuzzled her throat, his hands mingling in her short dark hair as he kissed her mouth.

Their tongues entwined, teasing each other as Grace pushed Don onto his back. The sight of him naked was something that never ceased to amaze her. His shoulders were broad suiting his six foot plus frame, his arms were strong and well defined as were his thighs and calves. Her playful hands ran over the lines of his chest massaging his muscles with long drawn out caresses, that caused Don to inhale deeply. She met Don's eyes as he watched her ministrations. There was something so intimate about their time together, she couldn't help but think the reason she was put on this earth was to see Don smile.

"I like it when you look at me like that." Don told her, his hands above his head, fingers entwined in the wrought iron swirls of her head board as her fingertip followed the line of his dark haired treasure trail.

"I know." she whispered, keeping eye contact as her mouth delved lower.

He gasped as her tongue traced the frayed lines of his jagged white scar. His entire body bucked at the action, she did things to him that no one else had ever been able to. Her head dipped lower, her tongue flicked over the tip of his throbbing erection. Don arched into her mouth, both hands plunging into her hair as Grace wrapped her sensual wet lips around him.

She moved with antagonizing slowness, watching his body clench every time she engulfed his full length. His fists gripped the sheets, his fingers grasping them into tiny bundles as his breathing came in ragged pants and harsh whispers of her name over and over again.

Watching Don like this turned Grace on completely. It was rare for him not to take complete control. Knowing that he wanted and desired her sent a hot tingle of anticipation rushing through her flesh. His stunning blue eyes were on hers, watching every erotic motion as she drove him closer to completion.

"Grace..." he hissed her name through grinding teeth as she withdrew from his pulsating member.

His hands were already on her hips guiding her body upwards until she was straddling his waist. His fingers ran over the front of her panties, his thumb rubbing over her clit as he teased her moist core through the material.

"God, your so wet." he muttered pulling her panties aside unable to wait any longer.

Grace adjusted herself so that she was rubbing across the tip of Don's leaking erection, her hands were on his hips, holding them down watching as his entire body strained with desperation.

"Grace..." he warned as she plunged down the length of his cock in one swift moment.

Don's entire body jerked, the cry of ecstasy erupting from his mouth was worth the time she had taken to urge him to this place. She rose her hips, moving slower this time before sinking down once again. Don's hands enclosed on her hips, she could tell he wouldn't last long from the press of his fingertips digging into her skin and his husky moans.

Grace felt her own body beginning to come undone as the two of them picked up the pace. The sensation he created in her rivalled no other. In him she found completion. The missing piece of her broken soul. Grace hadn't believed in soul mates until she'd kissed Don Flack.

A wave of pleasure overwhelmed her, dragging her under and sending a thousand fireworks rushing through her nerve endings. Her entire body tightened as she tipped her head back calling out his name. Don's hands held her steady as he rode out her orgasm, her walls enclosing like a velvet fist around him as it pushed him over the edge, a delicious moan erupting from his mouth.

Grace removed herself from his body before collapsing along the length of his tall frame exhausted and sated. Don's arm curled around her shoulders, clasping her to him tightly as his cheek came to rest upon the top of her head. Their breathing was the only sound to be heard through the confines of Grace's bedroom as they tried to catch their breath.

"Jesus, I think you almost killed me." Don panted in to her hair.

"I don't think I can move." Grace informed him, her legs still entwined in his.

"You don't have to." he told her, his free hand going under the pillow and pulling something out. "I got something for you."

Grace opened her eyes and tilted her head to see him holding a bag of Haribo Starmix between his fingers.

"Jelly sweets... What very couple needs post sex." Grace quipped before taking the packet from his hands and tearing it open before leaving the packet upon his stomach for the two of them to share as she popped a jelly heart in her mouth.

Don picked up a jelly ring between his fingers. He took her delicate hand in his own before sliding it upon her ring finger with ease.

"Are you about to ask me a very serious question?" Grace asked him, apprehension in her voice as she held her hand up to admire the yellow and red jelly ring upon her finger.

"Your not ready yet." Don assured her, running his thumb over the rim of the ring. "But when you are and I do ask for real I want your promise that your going to say yes."

"Should I be saying I do about now?"she teased him, her nose trailing along the hollow of his neck.

"You should know I've been thinking about it." he told her as her lips pressed a feather light kiss to his jaw before she whispered in his ear.

"You should know that I have too."