A/N: At last I have returned with this chapter. Life has got really ahead of me recently and school and work haven't helped any. The person really responsible for this chappy is my friend Hannah because she has taken to nagging and refering to me as a tart in her profile (which I hope will come down now!) because of my lackof postage on here. Anthoo, since I'm on holiday for another three weeks still I hope to get a lot more written.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything!

Don Flack hated working on weekends. He didn’t have to do it often, he was usually just on call, but it seemed like he was doomed to work all week again as several of his colleagues had come down with yet another sickness bug. This would be the third weekend he would have to work. His only consolation was that he would get Sunday (tomorrow) through Wednesday off as a reward for putting in so much overtime.

After a gruelling 14 hour shift that had started at midnight last night he was finally walking down the steps outside the NYPD precinct on his way home, having to take the subway since his car was in the garage for repair. It seemed that while he had been dealing with an uncooperative suspect in one of New York’s rougher areas, some local yobs had decided to slash his tyres and scratch some of the paint work. As Don was walking to the nearest subway stop that would take him home he decided to give Hannah a call. After working out the time difference he took his phone out of his pocket and dialled her number.

“Hellooooooo” came a slurred voice over the phone.

“Er… Hi, I was looking for Hannah; this is her phone, right?”

“Yesh, but she’s dancing right now. Who’s this?”

“Don Flack, I met Hannah in a bar the other day. Who’s this?”

“It’s Livs!! Hannah told me all about you on the flight over here. You’re the detective Mac told us about!” Was the exuberant, if slightly slurred reply over the phone.

Flack was even more confused than he had been and it didn’t help that he was still nowhere near home. “That’s great. Can I talk to Hannah now please?”

“Sure. She’s heading over this way now.” All he could hear was some light murmuring and the music in the background. By the sound of things Hannah was having a go at Olivia for answering her phone. After about a minute Don found himself talking to Hannah.

“Hey, sorry about that. I didn’t expect her to actually bother answering it while I was gone. I’ll have words with her in the morning once she’s sobered up.”

“So you’re not even the tiniest bit drunk then?” Was Don’s reply while trying to muffle his laughter.

“Maybe a little but I am nowhere near as drunk as she is. At least I can still form coherent sentences and stand up straight,” said a rather defensive Hannah. “This way I won’t have to worry about having a major hangover in the morning.”

“That’s true. There’s nothing worse than a hangover, especially if you’ve got excitable nephews and nieces around.”

Hannah laughed “You sound like you’re talking from personal experience.”

“My sister has 3 kids. I love ‘em all but the last thing you need with a hangover is little children running around and shouting.”

“I know the feeling.” Hannah’s reply causing Don to flash back to one of their earlier conversations which had been interrupted by her nephew.

Their conversation continued in this way for the rest of Flack’s journey home. It’s only interruption coming from Hannah’s eldest (and drunkest) brother Russell. He had tried to snatch the phone off her only to be rewarded with what sounded like a painful kick to an area that God intended to only be treated nicely. It only ended when Hannah thought that she should at least try to get some sleep since it was 2am there.

Two days later Flack received a text from Hannah declaring that they were back in New York and that they should try to meet up soon. In all honesty he could not wait to see her again. Several texts and one phone call later they had decided to go for dinner and a movie on Wednesday. Flack was going to pick her up and they each privately hoped that Mac would not be home and, on Hannah’s part, that Olivia would behave. Only time would tell.