I've been a terrible reviewer and a bad writer lately! I've been totally caught up in my Atlantis fic and of course glued to the Olympics. Well done to the US on yer very hunky swim team they really cleaned up while providing major eye candy for the rest of the world even though our own Andrew was pretty hot too! I have to say I've been admiring the talents (in every sense of the word) of Michael Phelps. He really is quite spectacular.

Anyway, enough of him, Kate and Flack are waiting! Hope yer all keeping well and that anyone who has kids aren't going insane getting them ready for the new school year!

Chapter 30. Organised Chaos.

Dee dropped into a chair next to Kate, her dark hair mussed and her pretty face flushed from dancing. "This is one hell of a night," she told Kate, who was sitting on Flack's knee, her arms around his neck. "You guys at the NYPD really know how to throw a party!"

"They didn't do it alone," Tara pointed out from her other side. "You two, stop snuggling! It's disgusting."

"Jealous?" Flack asked, grinning at her as she stuck out her tongue in retaliation. "There's Tara the terror! I knew she was buried in there somewhere!"

Tara only jammed her elbow into his side and smiled sweetly. "Let go of my sister and come dance with me!"

"I've danced with Stella and Lindsay already," Flack whined. "I don't want to dance with you. You'll stand on my feet!"

"She's not that bad," Davis cut in with a smile in Tara's direction. "I've still got both mine intact!"

"Leave them there," Dee ordered, pulling at Kate's hand. "Come on, Kennedys, we're dancing!"

Flack watched as Kate tossed him a grin over her shoulder and followed her friend and her twin onto the dance floor. The sounds of 'Footloose' echoed through the huge room and the girls began to boogie in earnest, wiggling their hips and kicking their feet around, laughing hysterically at each other.

"Pretty picture, aren't they?" Brian commented, loosening his tie and unbuttoning his top button. "Of course, mine is the prettiest!"

"Give it up, Cambelli," Flack told him, leaning back in his chair. His blue eyes were soft as he watched Kate move to the music, her hair whipping around her face.

"You," Brian said, pointing an accusing finger at him, "are seriously smitten."

"He was that way after their first date," Davis interjected with a cheeky grin. "Hard to blame him. Those two are pretty amazing girls."

"He's in love," Lindsay declared as she stood beside Brian. "Get up and let a pregnant lady sit down, would you, Cambelli?" She fluttered her brown eyes at him as he hopped out of the chair obligingly. "You're such a gentleman!"

"My mama didn't raise a fool," Brian told her with a grin. "You should take the weight off your legs and let Davis here get you some water."

Lindsay watched as Davis scurried towards the bar to get her some water. "That's sweet," she drawled. "Now, back to Flack being in love with Kate."

"How the hell do you know that?" Flack demanded. "I've only just finished telling her!"

"Because you're my friend and I love you," Lindsay told him, not batting an eyelid at the shock on his face. "Honestly, Flack, it's written all over you. You're totally head over heels in love!"

"Shut up," Flack retorted mildly. "You just want everyone settled like you and Danny."

Lindsay watched her husband attempt to dance with Flynn and some other members of the fire department. "Who wouldn't want what I've got," she mused, stroking her belly gently. "I'm the luckiest girl in the world!"

"I'm going to puke, "Flack teased.

"Don't mention it," Lindsay shuddered. "I've only gotten over the worst of it now. If I have to start being sick every morning again, I swear…"

"Water, ma'am?" Davis appeared at her side. "Here you go. I asked him for the best they had."

"You're a sweetie," Lindsay informed him. "And I think that since they're starting another slow set, you guys should go grab your girls and take them dancing. Look how quickly Flynn cornered Stella!"

Flack hopped to his feet and held his hand out to Kate, drawing her against him. Lindsay watched as she smiled up at him.

"Toast," she muttered, deeply satisfied, before setting her water down and going to corner her husband.

"Having a good night?" Davis asked as he looked down at Tara.

"It's great, Ty." Tara rested her head on his shoulder and sighed. "Thank you for taking me."

"My pleasure," he told her, tightening his hold slightly, pleased when she didn't tense, but relaxed in his arms and closed her eyes.

"I want to take you out again."

"What?" Tara stared up at him, unsure if she'd heard him right. "You want to go out with me?"

He looked at her with serious dark eyes, making something flutter inside her stomach. "Yes."

Tara took a deep breath. "Ok."

"Really?"

She smiled shyly at him. "Really."

Davis let out the breath he'd been holding and nodded. "Ok."

Just then, Flack tapped on his shoulder. "I'm cutting in, Davis." His wide grin was infectious and Tara couldn't help grinning back at him.

"How can I resist a man in uniform?" She held out her hand and allowed Flack to glide her around the dance floor. "Who knew you had it in you to be so charming, Flack?"

"Hey!" Flack pretended to be offended. "It's there. I've got game. I just haven't shown it to you." His blue eyes sparkled as he looked over her shoulder to where Kate was laughing at something Angell was telling her. "I'm saving it for your sister."

"She loves you." Tara's voice was quiet. "I can see it in her. Do you love her?"

"Yes." The answer was so simple; Flack wondered how he hadn't seen it coming long ago. "I do."

Tara grinned again. "Good. Then I won't have to kill you." Her unspoken threat hung in the air. "It'll be handy having someone with connections to the NYPD around."

"You don't need me for that," Flack commented dryly, looking toward Davis, who was talking animatedly to Sully. "Seems you've got your own 'connection' all lined up."

Tara turned serious in a heartbeat. "Do you think I'm making a mistake?"

"Come again?"

"A mistake," she frowned. "Going out with Ty, I mean. He deserves so much better than me. I'm a mess, Don."

Flack stared at her for a moment, then pulled her off the dance floor and propelled her towards a seat. He looked up when Kate started towards them, her face paling slightly. Shaking his head at her, he turned to face Tara again. "Ok, listen to me, Kennedy."

Tara opened her mouth to speak but thought better of it when she saw the look in his eyes.

"You are smart. Beautiful. Don't argue with me," he ordered, pointing at her. "I'm dating a girl who looks just like you and trust me, she's hot. You're feisty. It might not seem like it right now, but you're a hell of a catch."

"How am I a catch?" Tara's eyes were sad. "I don't even know what I want. How is that good for anyone?"

"Because," Flack said, gentling his tone. "I know what you're like behind all that stuff. And trust me." He squeezed her hands. "You're one hell of a catch. Davis would be lucky if you agreed to date him."

"I already did."

"Well damn." Flack scratched his chin. "Good." He leaned down and gently kissed her cheek. "If he hurts you, I'll kill him."

"You're very sweet," Tara declared, taking his arm and following him back to where her sister was looking anxiously at her.

"Just don't tell anyone. My reputation would be shot to hell." Flack winked at her before sliding an arm around Kate. "Miss me?"

"No. What did you do to my sister?" She swatted at him when he began to play with her curls. "Stop that!"

"He was very nice," Tara told her gravely, winking at Flack. "He promised that he'd date me if he broke up with you."

"Did he now?" Kate looked up at Flack, who shrugged.

"They can't keep away from me. I'm hot stuff." His eyebrows wiggled at her. "Women want me. I can't help it!"

"You are so full of crap, Flack," Flynn commented from behind him. "It's a wonder your eyes aren't brown!"

A chorus of laughter went up as Flack pretended to look injured. "My eyes are what makes me appeal to my girl here. She thinks they're hot."

"I actually prefer brown," Kate teased with a sunny smile. "It's more exotic!"

Flack snorted. "Yeah right. Now, who's hungry? I think we should all blow this joint and go get burgers!"

"We've got Sunday off," Flack told Kate as they slid into the booth at the café along with the rest of their friends. "I checked."

"Ok," Kate answered absently, picking up the menu and scanning it. "I wonder if they have any ice-cream."

"My mother is doing a family lunch thing," Flack continued as if she hadn't spoken. "Want to go?"

Kate choked on the glass of water she'd taken a sip of. "What?" She managed to get her breath back and goggled at him. "What?"

"My mother is having a family lunch thing on Sunday," Flack repeated patiently, enjoying himself. "If I'm off, I try to go. The rest of the gang will be there. Want to go with me?"

Kate set the glass down before she dropped it. "You want me to meet your mother?"

"Unless you have an extra head or warts you've been hiding, yes."

"On Sunday?"

"Is that a problem? Kate, Mama doesn't bite. Or Dad. He gave that up when he retired." Flack took her hand, playing idly with her fingers. "I want you to meet my family."

"It's serious when that happens," Tara teased. She caught her sister's eye and relented. "Sorry. Not listening. Not listening at all."

"Your mother has enough to cook for," Kate said desperately, gripping her hands together. "Sorry," she added when Flack yelped. "I forgot your hand was there!"

"It's dinner with my family," Flack said, frowning at her. "Not a date with the damn executioner! Kate, it's normal. They're good people. They're my family!"

"It's the day after tomorrow," Kate retorted, green eyes wide with something akin to panic. "I have nothing to wear. What will I bring with me? What if they're allergic to chocolate? What if they…Don!" She gripped the front of his shirt in panic. "What if they don't like me?"

At this stage, the rest of the group were listening with interest, along with the waitress, who was waiting to take their order with a long-suffering expression on her face.

"Kate, why wouldn't they like you?" Tara said loyally, squeezing her sister's hand. "Parents love you!"

"Flack's parents will be so delighted to see him bringing a nice girl home, they won't give a damn what you look like. Ma Flack will be chuffed." This came from Danny, who was sitting on a chair, his wife perched on his knee.

"They're great," Lindsay added. "Lorena was great coming up to the wedding, and Don Senior was right there, offering to give me away if Dad didn't make it from Montana."

"That's because you're not sleeping with their son," Kate blurted out, clapping a hand to her mouth as soon as the words were out. "Oh God, I did not mean to say that!"

"Nothing we don't know, kiddo," Stella put in, enjoying the look of mortification on Kate's face. "It's pretty obvious that you two aren't just good friends." She sent Flack a sweet smile. "I'm betting Ma Flack already knows that there's someone special in little Donnie's life!"

"You're evil," Flack said, pointing at her with a glare. "Pure evil. Does your husband know how evil you are?"

"Son," Flynn said jovially, "sometimes you have to look at the bigger picture." He shrugged when everyone looked at him. "I have no idea where that came from. I love her evil streak. It's one of her best features!"

"Good save," Angell told him, slipping neatly into the booth next to Hawkes and Moira, who were watching the exchange with interest. "What are we talking about?"

"Kate's afraid to go to Chez Flack for dinner," Hawkes told her. He'd stayed relatively quiet throughout the conversation, as usual, but those sharp brown eyes missed nothing. He was grinning at Kate, who merely stuck her tongue out at him."

"You guys ready to order?" The waitress had had enough and was tapping her foot on the ground. She looked down at Kate. "Honey, he's a total hottie. Go to his house, charm his mother. By the look of him, it'll be totally worth your while!"

"That's me told," Kate said wryly when the chorus of laughter had died down. "Ok, ok, I'll go. But if they don't like me it's your fault!"

"Absolutely," Flack agreed meekly. His eyes were dancing with amusement. "And Mama loves flowers. It's always a winner."

"Remind me why I agreed to this?" Kate whined as she stood in front of Tara's closet in her underwear and peered at the contents. Her twin was sprawled on the bed, her cell phone in hand. Dee was sitting on the floor, her legs folded under her neatly.

"Because you love him," Dee told her, laughing as Tara made kissing noises. "Quit it, or she'll run a mile before you get her out the door!"

"How about this?" Kate held up a white blouse. "It could be nice with black pants."

"If you're going for the nun look," Tara said in disgust. "I wore that to a job interview five years ago."

"It's serious," Kate insisted. "I want to look serious and smart and sensible. Not slutty and not like someone you wouldn't want your son to look at, let alone date!"

"Kate, breathe," Tara ordered. "You don't want to look like you belong in a convent. Honestly, you've never been like this before about parents. What's wrong with you!"

"She loves him," Dee sang out with a wide grin. "Oh stop it, you were the same for me with Brian!"

"I'll never tease you again," Kate grumbled. "I swear, if I wasn't crazy about Don, I'd kill him for suggesting that I use my Sunday off to stress about what to bring to his house for dinner!"

"Breathe," Tara repeated, rolling her eyes at Dee. "Ok, how about this one." She held up a red dress.

"Too red."

Sighing, Dee settled more comfortably against the bed. "Kate, you can't go naked! Try on my yellow one, that looked great on you last time you wore it!"

"Too short," Kate fretted, twisting her hands together. "Oh God, I can't go. I can't go!"

"Go where?" Brian demanded from the doorway, making all three women squeak and Kate dive for Tara's bathrobe. "Hell, Kate, I wouldn't recommend you wear your skivvies, but if you feel more comfortable…"

"Swine!" Dee elbowed him in the ribs, grinning as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Come on, out! This is no place for a man!"

"How'd you get in?" Tara demanded, swivelling around to look at him accusingly. "Cambelli, did you break in our door?"

"I did not!" He looked offended. "I used the spare key Flack has next door. He sent me in to see if you were ready to go."

"Not at all," Tara said cheerfully. "Tell him she's freaking out and she can't go with him."

"I'm not freaking out," Kate protested. She was wrapped in Tara's bathrobe and glaring at them. "I'm just...undecided...as to what to wear."

"It's lunch at Flack's," Brian mused. He was tapping one finger on his chin thoughtfully. "How about jeans. They're pretty casual there. Flack's wearing jeans!"

"Jeans," Kate muttered, digging frantically through the closet. "Ok, jeans!" She triumphantly brandished a pair of dark blue denims. "Tara, I'm taking these."

"You have the exact same pair," Tara felt compelled to point out. "We bought them in two different cities on the same day."

"Freaky," Brian said in awe. "That's freaky!"

"Shut up," Dee told him, digging her elbow in again. "And stop being a baby. I didn't hurt you. Come on, I'll make you lunch before you go on shift."

"I knew there was a reason I hung around here," Brian told her, following her out of the room towards the kitchen.

"Kate, come on!" Flack looked at his watch. "For God's sake, stop being so damn female and get your ass out here!"

"I'm ready." Kate stood in the hallway, hopping from foot to foot nervously. "Do I look ok?"

Flack's eyes travelled the length of her petite frame, taking in the blue jeans and the green silk shirt. Her hair hung loosely around her shoulders, the way he liked it best. She'd chosen comfortable brown boots with a low heel and minimal makeup.

"You look good enough to eat," Brian told her, kissing her cheek. "I have to go. Good luck. Don't look Flack Senior in the eye, he hates that. And make sure to talk into Lorena's left ear. She's deaf in the right one!"

"Out!" Flack ordered him as Kate went pale. "Come on, Irish. Let's get this show on the road!"

Kate was silent all the way to the Flack house. It was in a pretty suburban neighbourhood, one of seven neatly lined up in a row. Flack pulled his SUV over in front of the house at the end of the row. Several other vehicles were parked haphazardly around it, and the sounds of shrieking could be heard from the back.

Clutching the bunch of daisies she had bought, Kate turned to Flack. "I think I left my sanity at home. Can we go back?"

"Not a chance," Flack told her cheerfully. "It's going to be fine. They're going to love you." He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. "I love you."

"I love you too," she sighed. "But I hate you right now."

"No," Flack argued, kissing her again, deeper this time. "You don't hate me, baby."

Kate reached up and wrapped her arms around him, smiling against his lips. "Probably not," she agreed. "Considering."

The sound of someone clearing their throat made them jump apart as if someone had doused them with ice water. "Well, well, well," an amused female voice commented. "Is this my missing son?"

Kate turned to face a slender woman with dark eyes and dark blonde hair. "Hello." She fervently wished that the ground would open up and swallow her. "I'm Kate. It's nice to meet you." She held out the bunch of daisies. "I didn't know what else to get and Don said you like flowers. "

"They're beautiful," the other woman said with a smile just like her son's. "Thank you, that was thoughtful."

"Mama," Flack reached out to wrap his mother in a bear hug. "I'm starving! What have you cooked me?"

"Donnie," Mrs Flack said, rubbing her cheek to his, a smile splitting her face almost in half. "You never called to say you were coming!"

"He didn't?" Kate threw him a murderous glare, and smiled sweetly at his mother. "I'm sorry, Mrs Flack. I though you knew we were coming. He never told me you didn't."

"That would be like him," she chuckled. "There's always room for one more at this table. I am Don's mama. You can call me Lorena."

"Ok," Kate said, smiling at her. She couldn't help it. Lorena Flack was obviously a force to be reckoned with. "Don't think you're off the hook," she muttered under her breath at Flack, who tossed her a cocky grin before trailing after his mother, sniffing the air like a bloodhound.

Chaos, Kate thought later, was an Irish and Italian family gathering. It seemed like from the moment she stepped into the Flack household, noise and activity greeted her.

"Unca Don!" A dark haired little boy threw himself at Flack's legs. "You brought your gun?"

"Hey, Dec," Flack replied, tossing the boy in the air, making him squeal with delight. "How's my best buddy?"

"Good," Declan told him seriously. "Did you know that Aunt Sarah is cooking a baby?"

"Really?" Flack raised his eyebrows at the tall man who had entered the kitchen. "Aunt Sarah is cooking a baby, huh." He set the little boy on his feet and hugged the man. "Nice job, Pat."

"I try," Patrick Flack said modestly, dodging around another child with the Flack blue eyes and a crop of dark curls. "Don't eat that, Dave. It'll make you sick!"

David nodded and continued to eat the potato peel he held in his hand. He held a piece out to Kate, who shook her head and smiled.

"Who's this?" Patrick demanded, turning to Kate and smiling at her. "Donnie, have you brought home a girl to meet Mama?"

"He's what?" A pretty brown haired woman poked her head in the kitchen and let out a whoop when she saw Flack. "Don! Where have you been hiding!"

"Sarah." Flack hugged the woman and kissed her cheek. "Congratulations on the newest Flack to enter the world. "

"It's not here yet," the brunette answered ruefully. "But thanks. I keep having to pee. Other than that I'm great. Not half as sick as I was with Ava."

"Who's Ava?" Kate asked, feeling overwhelmed. "Are there many of you?"

"Who's this?" Sarah demanded. "Don, where did you find her? She looks normal."

"I'm Kate Kennedy. I work at the Crime Lab. It's where we met."

"Irish too," Patrick commented. He slung an arm around Kate's shoulders. "Come on, let's meet the rest of the gang. You should just go ahead and get it over with."

Kate looked beseechingly at Flack, who took pity on her and took her hand. "Come on. The rest are out back."

He opened the back door and let out a wolf whistle at the slender black haired woman who was carrying a baby on one hip and a tray of lasagne in her other hand. "Nice."

"Donnie!" She set the tray on a table and flung her free arm around him. "When did you get here? Is it true you've brought a girl with you? Mama said she was real pretty. Where is she?"

Kate shrank back instinctively when the woman whirled around and fixed bright blue eyes on her. This was Flack's sister, she knew. For the life of her, she couldn't remember which one.

"I'm Emma, Don's sister. That's my husband, Jack, over there. Declan is around somewhere." Emma Flack was like an energy bolt. She placed two fingers in her mouth and whistled loudly, two sharp blasts that made the rest of the people, including the other child, stop and pay attention.

"This is Don's girlfriend," she announced. "I'm sorry, I didn't get your name."

"It's Kate."

"Kate," Emma continued without missing a beat. "Ok, can you lot pair off so she knows who belongs to who and what to say. Great!"

"Em," Flack said affectionately, "you sure are wasted in the teaching profession. You'd be a great patrol cop."

"God forbid," another woman Flack introduced as Julie said with a shudder. "Dad would never cope if both his daughters were cops."

"You're a cop too?" Kate looked at her with interest. "Where?"

"Over in the 3-5," Julie answered. "I'm a boring uniform. Nothing as exciting as Donnie here."

"Thank God," a fair-haired man put in, handing Julie a wriggling child. "Your son is in need of a diaper."

"He's always my son when he is," Julie sighed. She took the boy from him. "This is my husband, Alan. Al, this is Kate Kennedy. Don's girlfriend."

"Nice," Alan said with a grin for Flack. "Well done, Junior."

"Where is he?" The voice made all of them stand up straight and turn to look at the tall, powerfully built man coming down the steps, a smile on his face. Kate immediately thought that he was the image of Don. It was easy to see where Flack got his Irish looks from.

"Hey, Dad," Flack greeted his father, punching him on the shoulder and allowing himself to be pulled into a hug.

"Is this her?" Donald Flack Senior peered curiously at Kate, pleased when she stepped forward and held out her hand politely. "You're a cop." It wasn't a question."

"I was a cop," Kate corrected automatically. "I'm a criminalist now. I work in the Crime Lab."

"A lab rat," Don Senior scoffed, grinning at her. "They sure make em pretty now, don't they?"

"How did you meet Don?" Alan handed Kate a glass of wine and gestured towards a chair. "Sit down and tell us. Don't be afraid to give us all the details."

"Leave her alone," Flack warned. "I want her to stick around, not run screaming from all you people."

"It was at a crime scene," Kate put in, relaxing slightly as she took a sip of her wine. "I almost got blown up."

"Nice," Emma commented, moving over so her son could wriggle closer to her. He was pulling on her arm. "What is it, honey? Oh." A look of understanding crossed her face. She stood up, turning to Flack. "Take this one, would you? Duty calls."

Flack easily accepted his niece and looked down into the wide blue eyes. "Hello, Erin."

Kate watched as he talked easily to his family, teased his sisters, and cuffed his brother around the head when he mentioned cats. He stood up when his mother came to the back door and hollered that dinner was ready. "Time for food!"

Dinner at the Flack house was a noisy affair, with loud chatter and lots of teasing prevailing. Kate found herself seated between Emma and Flack. She jumped when she felt something take hold of her foot, peering under the table to find David sitting there, happily gnawing on a piece of bread.

"He's got an iron stomach," Julie said from across the table. "Like his father."

"I'd need it," Alan snorted. "With your cooking!"

"Please, "Lorena scolded. "Try and give the illusion that you have manners! We have a guest!"

"It's ok," Kate said with a laugh. "I'm Irish. We have the same thing when a bunch of us get together. It's what my Granny calls organised chaos."

"Your family are here in New York?" Lorena asked, heaping more lasagne on Kate's plate. "Eat! You have bird bones!"

"My sister," Kate answered around a mouthful of salad. "She's a nurse. She's my twin."

"Identical," Flack chimed in, heaping potatoes on his plate. "They're like peas in a pod, Mama. You'd like Tara."

"You bring her by here," Lorena ordered. "Next time. And bring Brian too. He doesn't eat enough!"

Kate found that the day she'd been dreading ended up flying by. They stayed until just after eight, when Flack claimed that he had an early shift tomorrow and needed to get home. At that stage, Ava was curled up in Kate's lap and did not appreciate being moved.

Lorena hugged Kate tightly as she left. "You come back again. Donnie, bring her back again."

"Yes, Mama," Flack said automatically, kissing Julie's cheek and shaking Alan's hand. "Bye, squirt."

"Love you too," Emma retorted with a grin and a wave from the couch. "Don't wait so long next time, ok?" She grinned at Kate. "You'll do. Come back again."

"Anytime," Don Senior put in. "You're welcome anytime."

"Thank you," Kate answered, charmed by this loud, boisterous family. "Thank you so much, Mrs Flack. I had a wonderful time."

"Lorena."

"Lorena," Kate repeated, putting her arms around the woman instinctively. "Thank you."

"Bye, Mama." Flack kissed his mother and grimaced when she patted his cheek. "I hate when you do that."

"Go home. Get sleep. Be safe." Lorena repeated the same mantra she used every time one of her children left her house.

"Your family are amazing," Kate told Flack as she buckled her seatbelt. "Really great."

"I told you that," Flack said smugly. "But you thought that we'd eat you!"
"I did not think that," Kate argued. "I was nervous, that's all." She sat up in her seat, a glint in her eyes Flack recognised as trouble. "When do you want to meet my family?"

"How about next year?"

"How about next week?"

"We'll compromise," Flack said, pulling into the traffic. "Six months time will be plenty soon enough."

"Mom and Dad are coming for a visit," Kate told him. "In another month or so. They want to see Tara and me. " She smiled at the look on Flack's face. "What's wrong? Don, they won't eat you!"

Flack's muttered curse was enough to send her into fits of laughter. "Oh come on, you had that coming. You know you did!"

Flack glanced over at her, his expression mutinous. "What if they don't like me?"

"They will," Kate said confidently. She leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I like you." Her lips grazed his neck. "I like you a lot."

Flack wished for sirens on his SUV. "Stop it," he growled at her. "I'll arrest you for seducing an officer!"

"No law against it," Kate teased, but she sat back in her seat. "I guess I can wait."

They made it back to their apartment block and Flack parked in the garage under the building. "Come on," he ordered, taking her hand. "Last one up is a – hey!"

Kate was running ahead of him, laughing. She pressed the button to close the elevator a split second before he reached it, giggling helplessly at his determined expression.

When the elevator reached the front hall, she stepped out, ready to crow at her victory. Flack burst out of the stairwell and skidded to a stop behind her. Her gasp of surprise and stunned look mirrored Flack's reaction.

Tara was standing in the hallway outside their apartment., wrapped in Ty Davis's arms. He was kissing her gently, his hands on her face, hers on his chest.

"Well," Flack drawled out, making them jump apart. Tara turned fiery red. "Isn't this nice and cosy. Come on, Irish. Roll up your jaw."

Kate could only stare at her sister. "I knew this was coming," she said accusingly. "You owe me twenty bucks."

Tara laughed softly. "Good night," she said pointedly, rolling her eyes at her twin. "We'll talk tomorrow."

Kate followed Flack into his apartment, flopping down on the couch with a sigh of contentment and snuggling against him. "I'm not moving until tomorrow."

"No?" Flack asked with a wicked grin. "Really?"

Kate sighed in pleasure as his lips found that spot on her neck, right where it met her shoulder. "Really."

"Nor for anything?" Flack asked, his hand lazily sliding under her shirt and rubbing circles on her back.

"Well," Kate murmured, arching against him. "Maybe if you twist my arm…"

I hope ye liked it. I've almost forgotten how to write them at this stage. Check out Aphina's Finding Kate over in Miami, the stories about Stella and Flack written by Hope4sall, and Brown Eyed Girl's fabulous stories about Flack and her OC, Samantha Ross. They're all brilliant! There are loads more, just go and check them all out!