Hello all! This is my first attempt at a CSI: NY fan fic and I hope you all like it. It's a FlackOC story and as I always say, let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: I own nothing associated with CSI: NY.

Chapter 1

The bar was filled to capacity while the Yankees' game played on the six televisions hanging on the walls, and they were down five to two at the bottom of the ninth against the Twins. Shouts echoed around as drinks were spilled and frustration seemed to permeate from ever male and even some female patrons of the bar. However, one woman was keeping her smile and her excitement inward as the second out for the Yankees was called by yet another strike out from Twins' closer, Joe Nathan.

Madalynn Foster enjoyed life very much and if she was to show that she was excited that her hometown team was beating the Yankees in a series that the Yankees needed to sweep if they wanted to even think about going to playoffs, she probably wouldn't make it out of the bar alive; female or not.

"You should be glad I'm not a Yankees fan," Madalynn's best friend since moving to New Your City three years ago, Casey Bright, said in his deep New York accent. She laughed before she took a sip of her beer and turned her eyes away from the television to the blonde haired brown-eyed man.

"Why's that?" she asked.

"Because I would out you," he said and she laughed once more. "I would, and then I would have to identify your body at the morgue."

"You wouldn't do that to me," Madalynn said as she leaned back against their booth and turned her eyes to the television just in time to see Jeter strike out for the final out of the game. Groans and shouts of 'that was not a strike' and 'that ump is blind' sounded around the room before more rounds were ordered up. "You owe me fifty bucks," Madalynn said with a small grin and Casey rolled his eyes before he pulled out his wallet and gave her a twenty.

"I owe you thirty," he said dryly and Madalynn nodded as she started to climb from the booth. "Where you going?"

"To get us another round. We don't want to be the only ones not drowning away our sorrow," she said and Casey chuckled and shook his head before Madalynn weaved her way to the bar. "Jack, I know you're a busy man, but spare a girl a second?" she asked the bartender who smiled at her as he handed off a couple of bottles to a waiting customer. Practically every Friday night since she met Casey, he dragged her to the same bar every time. So, needless to say she was on good terms with the older barkeep.

"Anything for you, Madalynn, what'll it be?" he asked.

"Two more MGDs please," she said and he nodded before he pulled out two bottles and popped the tops before he handed them to her. "Thanks," she said and handed him the twenty. "Keep the change," she said and Jack waved the twenty at her.

"You're too good to me," he said and Madalynn winked at him before she turned around and collided with a tall broad shouldered man.

"Oh, sorry," she said as she looked his shirt over in the dim light to make sure she didn't spill anything on him.

"No harm done," he said and Madalynn turned her hazel eyes up to his face. She nearly dropped the bottles she was holding, but managed to smile at him. He was incredibly good looking with short black hair, defined features, and piercing blue eyes that were focused on Madalynn. "I've seen you around here before," he said. "You come here often?"

"Usually every Friday, if I don't work late," she said and he nodded with a smile. "What about you?"

"Same," he said and Madalynn smiled before she walked around him. He watched her go around him and Madalynn did her best not to strut. She hated it when women who found a man attractive strutted, but she knew she failed miserably at her attempt.

Don grinned as he watched the pretty brunette make her way over to a booth, her jean-clad hips swaying slightly drawing his attention to a decent sized bottom. However, his grin slipped away when he saw the relatively decent looking guy sitting at the booth she slid into and handed one of the beers she carried to. As she settled herself into her seat, she looked his way and sent him a smile when her eyes met his. He smiled and gave her a nod before he moved up to the open space at the bar and looked at Jack.

"Don't be getting any ideas, Flack," Jack told him as he pulled a beer out for Don, knowing the detective's preferred brew.

"Ideas about what, Jack?" Don asked.

"Madalynn," Jack said and Don raised an eyebrow. "I saw you looking. She's a good girl, Flack, not a one night stand kinda girl." Don realized that Jack was talking about the brunette, and he made a mental note of her name.

"I wasn't going to make a move, she's with a guy," Don said and Jack laughed.

"Casey? He's a married man and they're just friends," Jack said and Don smiled as he took the beer from Jack and paid him before turning around to rejoin Messer over by the pool table. However, as he took a drink of his beer he glanced over at the booth again and saw her looking his way once more. She wasn't the type he usually went for but she was rather attractive. If he wasn't there with Messer, he would have made a move and joined her at the booth; but he had to get back to his friend. He lowered the bottle from his lips and nodded at her one more time before he walked over to Messer.

"Damn it," Madalynn said quietly when the good-looking guy from minutes before walked away and over towards the pool tables. Casey laughed and Madalynn glared at him. "Oh shut it. You have a nice warm body to go home to tonight."

"Madalynn, in the three years I've known you, you have never taken a man home for one night," Casey said and Madalynn sighed. That was true. She was more of a relationship type girl, but she hadn't found one guy that made her shake in her boots, so to speak; save for the blue eyed stranger that just blew her off.

"It's also been four years since my last relationship," Madalynn said quietly. "Is there something wrong with me?" Casey rolled his eyes. "I'm serious, Casey, do I give off a vibe or something that just turns men away? Well, present company excluded but you're like my brother."

"You're just out of practice," Casey said. "I saw him watch you walk away from him. He's interested, you just got to make it known that you are too." Madalynn sighed and looked over to where the man had walked and found him readying a pool table for game with his friend. A grin made its way across her lips and she looked at Casey.

"Feel like a game of pool?" she asked and Casey laughed before Madalynn stood and pulled him from the booth, determined to get to know the handsome stranger.

Don finished setting the table while Danny put chalk on his cue. "So, we making a wager tonight?" Danny asked and Don grinned.

"Only if you want to lose money tonight," he sad and Danny chuckled. He looked to the left just in time to see a brunette woman and a blonde haired man come to a stop next to their table.

"You guys feel like playing a game of doubles?" the brunette asked with her hand on her hip and her dark eyes settled on Don. Danny looked to his friend who shrugged and looked at him.

"Why not?" Danny asked before he walked over to the woman and held out his hand. "I'm Danny," he said and she smiled at him as she gave his hand a firm shake.

"Madalynn and this is my friend Casey," she said as she let go of Danny's hand and gestured to the man at her left.

"Hey," Casey said as he shook Danny's hand and Don walked over to Madalynn and grinned.

"Don," he said as he held out his hand and she smiled as she slipped her hand into his. Madalynn shook his hand all the while hoping that her hand wasn't trembling. "So, you want to partner up with your friend?" he asked as he let go of her hand.

"Casey's terrible, so I won't force him on either of you," she said quietly with a grin and Don chuckled. "Just so you know, there's nothing between him and I; he's married and like my brother." Don raised an eyebrow and gave her a half smile.

"Really? Why would you want me to know that?" he asked thinking that Jack needed to rethink his opinion of this woman.

"Let's just say I find you interesting," she said and Don smiled as he looked down at her and the lovely blush that made its way up her neck and across her pale cheeks. It was then that Don figured that Jack was right because no woman that pounced a man on a regular basis blushes when she made a pass at him.

"If you two are done ogling each other, let's play," Danny said with a laugh when he saw that Flack wasn't stepping away from the woman anytime soon. Don laughed and stepped away. "So, Madalynn, partner up with Casey here and you can break."

"Sounds good to me," she said before she took the pool cue that Casey held out to her and bent over the table. "You guys read to lose?" she asked as she looked up at Danny and Don who stood on the other side of the table.

"We'll see about that," Don said and she shrugged before she took her shot sending to striped balls into two different pockets.

"Looks like we're stripes," she said with a smile before she moved around the table to take another shot. "This is going to be fun," she thought and it was.

"Why didn't' you tell me you're practically a professional pool player?" Don asked as he sat in a booth with Madalynn an hour after Danny and him got creamed by her and Casey, well mostly her.

"I'm not a professional. My oldest brother was really into pool when he was growing up," she said. "So, to spend some time with my brothers I wanted to learn. You should've seen it. Can you imagine a six foot three sixteen year old holding up a four year old girl so she could use her mini pool cue on the big table?" Don chuckled and shook his head. "Besides, if I would have told you I was good, would you have believed me?" she asked tilting her head to the side and letter her loose curls fall over her shoulder.

"Probably not," he admitted with a grin and Madalynn laughed. "So, how long have you lived in New York?"

"Three years," she said as she spun around her bottle of water. Four beers was more than enough for her and after an order of fries she switched to water to bring down her buzz just a bit. "Judging by your accent, I'd say you're a lifer," she teased and Don chuckled and nodded. Casey had left shortly after their game, but not before making Madalynn swear to check in with him the next day; sometimes he was too much like her brothers. Danny had also left saying that someone named Montana was waiting on him.

"Born and raised," Don said.

"We're you crushed when the Yankees lost tonight?' she asked and Don sighed.

"Don't remind me, they're not even in the playoffs now," he said. "You've brought down my good mood," he said and Madalynn reached over and covered his hand that rested on the table with hers.

"Poor baby," she said teasingly before she quickly pulled her hand away after he gave her an odd look. "Sorry," she said. Don shook his head and grabbed her hand back, pulling her hand to rest on his right leg, at his knee. Madalynn smiled and blushed once more while Don returned her smile.

"What brought you to New York?"

"Work actually," she said. "I was hired in Minneapolis for a large CPA firm and two weeks later I'm packed up on a plane to New York."

"Then you're from Minnesota," he said and Madalynn nodded. "Twins fan?" he asked with a grimace and Madalynn laughed as she nodded once more. "Ah! I knew there was something wrong with you!"

"Hey!" Madalynn said through her laugh and Don rubbed his thumb across the back of her hand. "It's kind of hard not to be a fan when you grew up watching them, and when you're eight years old sitting in your grandparents' living room waiving around a Homer Hanky all the while watching the team win the World Series."

"In '87?" Don asked and she shook her head.

"1991," she said and Don raised an eyebrow. "What?"

"You were eight in '91?" he asked and Madalynn laughed.

"Is that a problem?"

"No, you're just a lot younger than I thought."

"Do I look older than twenty-five?" she asked and Don chuckled.

"No, I just thought you were a young looking thirty," he told her honestly. He swore she was closer to his age than she actually was. Her personality seemed a lot older than that of a woman who was twenty-five.

"Good answer, I think," she said as she squeezed his hand.

"You wanna get out of here?" he asked and Madalynn found herself nodding. "Come on," he said and pulled her out his side of the booth. Don led her out of the bar and into the sticky early August air.

As they stopped at the crosswalk, Madalynn looked at him just as he looked down at her with a smile. "I live just up the street, you wanna go up for some coffee?" he asked and Madalynn nodded.

"I'd love to," Madalynn said and Don smiled and nodded. Madalynn couldn't believe she was going with him to his apartment, yes he was a great guy and yes she found him extremely attractive, but it was very unlike her. She could hear her father's and older brothers' voices in her head telling her that he was probably a serial killer or something. "You never told me what you do for a living," she casually said while they waited for the light to change.

"I'm a homicide detective," Don said slowly waiting for her to blanch and run.

"Seriously?" she asked with a smile and Don nodded. "My dad was a police officer for forty years, my uncle a county sheriff, and two of my older brothers work in narcotics while the third works homicide," she said.

"And you didn't join the force?" he asked as the light changed and they crossed the street continuing on to Don's apartment with Don holding on tightly to her hand. Madalynn sighed and shook her head.

"Much to my father's disappointment," she said. "I'm better at numbers than I am at physical strength and I don't have the strongest stomach in the world." He nodded while he led her inside the building and upstairs.

"We have quite a few things in common," he said as he brought her into his apartment.

"What's that?" she asked as he turned on the light and then led her into the kitchen where he proceeded to make the coffee he promised her.

"We both enjoy a good game of pool, baseball, come from a family of cops and enjoy coffee at nearly two in the morning," he finished when he noticed the time.

"Is it really that late?" she asked as she leaned against the counter next to the sink as Don turned to fill the pot with water to pour into the machine. He paused and looked down at her while she looked up at him. Even after a night in a bar she still smelled good and in the bright light of the kitchen he could make out the faintest of freckles across her nose and cheeks. He moved closer to her and Madalynn's head swam just a bit. She could feel his body heat wrapping around her. "How about we forget the coffee," she whispered before she raised her hand to his neck and pulled his lips down to hers.

Don dropped the glass pot into the sink, ignoring the loud thump it made and wrapped his arms around Madalynn pulling her flush against him. The kiss was hard, fast, and deep and Madalynn's hands moved to the back of his head, playing with his hair. Don's hands moved up and down her back, tugging at her dark blue t-shirt. Madalynn broke the kiss but just so she could get some air and her eyes met his. Her hands rubbed his neck and she blushed deeply as she looked up at him with a small smile.

Don grinned and slowly pulled her hands from his neck and pulled her down the short hall to his bedroom. He turned on the light and Madalynn kissed him again. Don turned her around and walked her backyards to the bed and when her knees hit the bed they fell onto the bed together. Madalynn laughed quietly as Don broke their kiss to shift his body from hers so he wasn't lying directly on top of her and squishing her. He kissed her again, but Madalynn pushed at his shoulders and he lifted himself away from her and looked down at her.

"Don, I . . . I'm usually not like this," she told him honestly and he pushed her dark hair from her face.

"Do you want to stop? I'll stop if you want me to," he told her and she swallowed hard as she shook her head.

"I don't want you to stop, but I don't want you to think I'm a slut," she said bluntly making him chuckle. Her face was flushed deeply and he knew it was from more than the fire that was burning between the two of them.

"I don't think that Madalynn," he said. He didn't know her well, but he knew that she wasn't easy and he knew that she needed him that night as much as he needed her. "If you were a slut, I wouldn't have spent the night talking you up. I can tell an easy woman when I see one, I am a detective after all, and I'm not one for easy women." Madalynn laughed and shook her head. Her insecurities flew out the window as she pulled his lips back down to hers and for the first time in her life she let go.