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Title: How Was Your Day?
Author/Artist: Ragna ([livejournal.com profile] afteriwake)
Theme: Five times of day (evening/dusk)
Rating: PG
Author's Note: So apparently I really love writing these two…

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Bela stuck her head in cautiously, looking around the precinct. This was her first time visiting Flack at work, but they’d made plans for dinner nearby, and he’d suggested she come to the precinct and meet him so they could go together. While it sounded great in theory, the actual moment when she showed up was something she wasn’t prepared for. She’d been introduced to a few of his friends at the crime lab, but this was everyone else he worked with, a large group of men and women to whom she hadn’t been introduced yet.

She took a deep breath and went completely inside, scanning for Flack. She saw him at a desk, huddled over it, writing. It was probably that ever growing pile of paperwork he talked about, she mused as she headed towards him. He didn’t look up when she got close, so she reached over and touched his shoulder gently. “Don?” she asked quietly.

He turned to look at her and grinned. “Hey, Bela.”

“I’m not early, am I?” she asked.

He checked his watch and shook his head. “No, I just figured I’d catch up on some paperwork today and I lost track of time.” He set his pen down and got up from his desk, grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair. “We can head out now.”

“Okay,” she said with a nod. They started to move out of the room when he offered her his hand. She took it with a smile, sticking close to him as they weaved through the desks. She noticed some of the other people there looking at them. Some gave them a mere glance, some gave them a smile, and one of them waved to them. It took her a moment but she realized that woman was Angell, and she waved back.

Once they were out Flack looked around, then looked up. “Looks like it might rain,” he said.

She looked up and saw the normal colors of the sunset obscured by clouds. “I believe you may be right,” she said with a sigh.

“I was going to suggest we walk for a bit, but grabbing a cab may be a better idea,” he said.

She thought for a moment. “I’d rather walk, actually, even with the threat of rain. It’s not that far away, is it?”

“About five blocks,” he said. “You’re sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” she said with a nod. He squeezed her hand slightly and they began to walk in the direction of the restaurant. “How was work today?”

“There really wasn’t much going on. That’s why I was able to catch up on a lot of the paperwork I had to do,” he said. “I had to go out and visit one suspect for my case, but I can’t do anything else until the lab gets some results on some evidence at the scene. Adam was having a hard time figuring it out.”

She had met Adam once, and got the impression that he was a living ball of energy. But she had rather liked him, in a sense that he was a nice young man who happened to be quite earnest. “He seems very smart. I’m sure he’ll figure it out.”

“Yeah, I’m sure he will too,” he said. “It’s just a matter of waiting now. But I told Stell that if his breakthrough came while I was enjoying dinner with my girlfriend that I was going to ignore any and all calls she made to me.”

She laughed at that. She’d also met Stella and had gotten the impression that she got what she wanted by any means necessary if it was very important to her or her cases. If she wanted Flack’s attention while he was having dinner with her then Stella would get it, even if she had to track them down using the GPS in Flack’s phone. “You didn’t tell her where we were eating, did you?”

“Nah,” he said, shaking his head. “But if she gets desperate she’ll just track me down with the GPS in my phone.

“I was just thinking she might do it,” she said, the laughter coming up once more.

“Hey, she’s done it to me once before,” he said with a laugh of his own. “I happened to be at Mass at the time, so she just found me, sat down next to me until it was over and then the minute we got out of the church she started talking about the case. I didn’t even have enough time to say hello to her, or ask her anything.”

“She struck me as the type of woman who would do that,” she said, the laughter fading into a warm smile.

“Oh, she’ll do a lot of stuff to close her cases. She’s done a couple of things that got her in trouble before, but she’s a person who really wants to make sure the bad guy gets caught. It pisses her off when they get off on some technicality, so she does everything she possibly can to make sure the case is solid before picking up the perp.”

“I feel safer knowing there are policemen like that in the world,” she said, stepping a little closer to Flack as a gust of cold wind blew by them.

He let go of her hand and put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. She responded by snaking an arm around his waist. “So, how was your day?” he asked.

She made a face. “I had to deal with my accountant today. I really should find a new one soon, because all I wanted to do was throttle him. He’s a condescending ass, who treats me as though I really shouldn’t know what he’s doing with my money. But with the shambles my finances were in after I came back, I make damn sure I know where every single penny of my money is now.”

“How’s that going, getting everything sorted out?”

“Jessica did a good job with the basics, so I’m not hurting for money, but the stock matters are giving me a very large headache. I fired my stockbroker for making purchases without my written authorization like he was supposed to and then threatened to sue the company. Needless to say, they weren’t happy to hear that and are trying to figure out exactly how much money I lost to reimburse me.” Her expression changed to one of smug satisfaction. “It helped that I brought my attorney with me. He’s from a very distinguished firm. It happens to be the same firm that represents the CEO of the stockbroker company, actually. A bit of a twist in that.”

This time it was Flack who laughed. “No one should ever mess with you.”

“Especially when it comes to me and my money.”

“So how rich are you?” he teased.

“You keep asking me that question. You should know by now I won’t answer it,” she said with a smile.

“I know. I just keep hoping one of these days you’ll tell me.”

“Then be prepared to wait a very long time for that particular answer,” she said.

He started to reply when suddenly he felt a drop of water on his face. He stopped in his tracks, stopping Bela as well, and made a face. “I think it’s going to start raining now.”

More drops came down at a faster rate. “Let’s try and get a cab before we get soaked and everyone else grabs one,” she said.

Flack let her go and whistled for a cab. The cab pulled over as the rain began to come down more quickly. He grabbed open the door and waited for Bela to get in before joining her. Just as the door closed behind him the rain began coming down in a steady stream. Flack gave the address to the driver before leaning back into the seat and throwing an arm around Bela’s shoulders. “That was close.”

“Yes it was,” she said. “But you do realize we’ll have to walk from the cab to the restaurant in this weather, right?”

He thought for a moment. “How badly do you want to eat out tonight? I can make something at my place instead.”

“I think I would like that a lot more,” she said.

Flack leaned forward and gave the driver his address, then leaned back again and pulled her close. “If you get too wet getting up to my place I’m sure we can figure out a way to get you warm and dry again.”

She laughed and rested her head on his shoulder. “I have no doubt about that, Detective.”

He turned his head slightly and kissed the top of her head before letting his attention turn to the scenery out the window. Maybe a little rain wouldn’t be a bad thing after all.
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