CHARACTER INFO:

Alana Cahill- 27, daughter of NYPD Commissioner, Best friend to Jessica Angell. Has red hair, green eyes and is 5'2".

Alana Cahill stared at the photos on her screen, trying to make sense of the crime scene. She could feel a headache starting to crawl up her neck, from her lack of glasses and having to deal with an arrogant detective earlier. She rubbed the back of her neck, closing her eyes for a moment.

"HELLO PRINCESS!"

"WHOA!" Alana jumped a mile and saw a smirking Detective Don Flack standing there with his arms crossed.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" He just laughed at her angered expression and sat next to her.

"Stop being so damn dramatic, Princess. Whatcha' got for me?" She glared at him and pulled up two pictures of the body.

"Gang tats. From that new group in the Bronx that likes to deal drugs at the schools. Not much I can give you yet Flack." He just nodded, taking note of the gang. He walked out, leaving Alana, pretty much annoyed. Always a freakin' smartass.

Flack walked out, satisfied that he got Alana all riled up. He has known her since he became a detective. Her father was the Police Commissioner of the NYPD, one of the richest politicians in the city. From the first day he met her, he thought of her as spoiled, a brat who got what she wanted. It surprised him that she wanted to be a CSI, but that didn't mean he thought differently of her. He walked over to Danny, his right hand man in interviewing potential suspects. Both him and Danny grew up in the Bronx, so they knew how to blend in and find out information.

"Yo Danny!"

"Done annoying Cahill?" Flack could see Danny smirking and he just rolled his eyes.

"Don't analyze me Messer." Danny let out a chuckle and turned to face him.

"You like her," he sang. Flack crossed his arms, smirking.

"Ya done?"

"Yes. Whataya want?"

"Princess gave me info about the victim. Ready to visit the old neighborhood?" Danny chuckled, grabbing his coat.

"She has a name, ya know." Flack just hit his shoulder a little harder than normal, walking out with him. As much as he knew Danny was teasing, it still bugged him. He didn't like Alana like that. She was a pain in his ass. And he wouldn't let her forget it.

Alana knocked on Stella's door, smiling a bit. She was hoping she would have some aspirin, since Lindsay didn't have any on her. Stella gave her a big grin, offering her a seat in Mac's office.

"This is a surprise."

"I just came to see if you had any Advil."

"Flack again?" Alana saw the smirk on Stella's face and rolled her eyes.

"No."

"Don't deny it Alana. I've known you for a long time. And I mean LONG." She just nodded, silently cursing herself for agreeing. When she met Flack six years ago, she was starting graduate school and found him initially attractive...until he decided to call her Princess. This pissed her off to no end. It's like he wanted to see how far she would go. Of course, he told her numerous of times that she could be Mother Theresa and he would still find her a spoiled brat. That bothered her to no end. She thought he was kind-hearted, honest...sometimes too honest, but she never told him that. Two could play at that game. She called him arrogant, an ass, stubborn, and sometimes cold-hearted. She took the aspirin from Stella and swallowed them, sighing.

"What did he do now?"

"Sneak up on me. He knows I can't hear very well, so he uses it to play tricks on me." Stella chuckled, sitting back down.

"How far do you want to go?"

"Stella, brain hurts. Not the time for riddles."

"How do you want this to end? Do you want to be friends with him, more than friends, or eternal enemies?"

"I...I don't know Stell. I just want him to stop. I'm honestly like everyone else, I just have more money in my account. I just don't get why he won't drop it."

"I can't speak for Flack, but I know you and you do give off the vibe that you are normal. I think for him, you're his boss's daughter. You're off limits." It was now Alana's turn to chuckle. Don Flack, liking me? Not in a million years.

"He doesn't like me Stella."

"Yes he does. Maybe if you were more confident and acted indifferent to his childish antics, maybe he'll admit it." But would she admit it? She didn't even know how she really felt about him.

"I don't know Stella."

"Just think about it and work on the case." Alana nodded, walking out and back to the A/V lab. Even if he liked her, he still loved Angell. Angell was Alana's best friend. It would never work out.