Sam-Maddy
Rookie
A/N: This is the first in a planned series of one and two shots featuring Detectives Flack and Angell. I've already written two more. I'll post more if people are interested.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own anything.
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It was nine o'clock on a Tuesday evening and detectives Don Flack and Jessica Angell were on a stake-out trailing after a guy suspected of murdering his two business partners. Currently, they were parked across the street from a small Italian restaurant in Little Italy.
"Mets fan here," said Flack.
"Phillies girl, myself," replied Angell.
"Phillies, really?"
"Yeah. My dad grew up in South Philly. The Phils are in my blood."
"So who's your favorite player?"
"Current?" Flack nodded. "It's a toss up between Ryan Howard and Chase Utley."
"Chase Utley? Sounds like a bank," said Flack. "Where do I bank? Why at Chase Utley, of course."
Angell let out a hearty laugh and Flack couldn't take his eyes off of her. He was mesmerized by the way the sides of her mouth turned up and the crinkle in the corners of her eyes. Flack could have stared at her all night long. He could have done more than just stare. Of course, a stake-out was not the right time or place to start something. Would there ever be a right time or place? He certainly hoped so.
This had to be the best stake-out Angell had ever been on and it was all do to the handsome detective sitting next to her. Not that she was ready to admit that yet. As of late, whenever Angell spent time with Flack, their small talk escalated into a flirtatious banter. It was still so new and fragile that Angell was afraid to over-analyze it. Instead she decided to go with the flow.
Reaching into a brown paper bag on the floor in front of her, Angel pulled out a Tupperware container of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. Opening the container, she held it out to Flack. "Would you like a cookie?"
Flack reached in and grabbed a cookie. It was soft and moist when he bit into it. "Mmmmm."
"You like?"
"They're delicious. What bakery are they from?"
"The Angell bakery."
"You bake?"
"I'm a woman of many talents."
"I bet you are." There was a devilish glint in Flack's eye as he spoke and Angell couldn't help, but blush.
Before Angell could think of a reply, the suspect they were tailing emerged from the restaurant. "Looks like Frye is on the move."
"I guess that's our cue." Flack put the car in drive waiting for the suspect to pull away from the curb. He couldn't help, but glance over at Angell. There certainly were worse ways to spend a Tuesday evening.
The End
Thanks for reading! Reviews are always greatly appreciated. Please let me know what you think.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own anything.
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It was nine o'clock on a Tuesday evening and detectives Don Flack and Jessica Angell were on a stake-out trailing after a guy suspected of murdering his two business partners. Currently, they were parked across the street from a small Italian restaurant in Little Italy.
"Mets fan here," said Flack.
"Phillies girl, myself," replied Angell.
"Phillies, really?"
"Yeah. My dad grew up in South Philly. The Phils are in my blood."
"So who's your favorite player?"
"Current?" Flack nodded. "It's a toss up between Ryan Howard and Chase Utley."
"Chase Utley? Sounds like a bank," said Flack. "Where do I bank? Why at Chase Utley, of course."
Angell let out a hearty laugh and Flack couldn't take his eyes off of her. He was mesmerized by the way the sides of her mouth turned up and the crinkle in the corners of her eyes. Flack could have stared at her all night long. He could have done more than just stare. Of course, a stake-out was not the right time or place to start something. Would there ever be a right time or place? He certainly hoped so.
This had to be the best stake-out Angell had ever been on and it was all do to the handsome detective sitting next to her. Not that she was ready to admit that yet. As of late, whenever Angell spent time with Flack, their small talk escalated into a flirtatious banter. It was still so new and fragile that Angell was afraid to over-analyze it. Instead she decided to go with the flow.
Reaching into a brown paper bag on the floor in front of her, Angel pulled out a Tupperware container of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. Opening the container, she held it out to Flack. "Would you like a cookie?"
Flack reached in and grabbed a cookie. It was soft and moist when he bit into it. "Mmmmm."
"You like?"
"They're delicious. What bakery are they from?"
"The Angell bakery."
"You bake?"
"I'm a woman of many talents."
"I bet you are." There was a devilish glint in Flack's eye as he spoke and Angell couldn't help, but blush.
Before Angell could think of a reply, the suspect they were tailing emerged from the restaurant. "Looks like Frye is on the move."
"I guess that's our cue." Flack put the car in drive waiting for the suspect to pull away from the curb. He couldn't help, but glance over at Angell. There certainly were worse ways to spend a Tuesday evening.
The End
Thanks for reading! Reviews are always greatly appreciated. Please let me know what you think.
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