Author's Note: Hey all! This may look familiar to some of you, so I'll explain. I've tried posting this once before, but back then I had only finished about five chapters, and I got bored with it really quickly and decided to delete it. Now I'm just about done this story, so I'm gonna try again. Reviews are greatly appreciated.

And I put the prologue and first chapter together because a) the prologue was really short, and b) 99 percent of the time no one reviews prologues.

Thanks for your time! -- Charlie

Prologue: One of Those Days

"Uh… sir?" Flack stifled a grin as he regarded his supervisor thoughtfully. "What happened to your nose?" He clamped his teeth down on his tongue to keep from laughing, and he smoothed his face into a solemn mask of concern.

"That- that kid- broke my nose," the older man ground out through gritted teeth. He glared fiercely at something behind the NYPD detective.

"Alright," Flack suggested, "why don't you go put ice on it, and I'll deal with the uh, kid."

"Fine," he snapped, and stalked in the other direction with one final glare over his shoulder.

Flack sighed. Oh... man. It was going to be one of those days…

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Chapter One: Cop Meets Delinquent

Or, at least, that's what he thought… until he turned around. And gaped.

His keen blue gaze started at the floor and slowly lifted to meet the eyes of… a girl?

He started in surprise, eyes widening. Yup, she was a girl all right, and a clearly rebellious one at that. Incredible violet eyes stared back at him. He quickly skimmed over her appearance; she couldn't have been more than eighteen, tops. On her feet were black hiking boots, followed by a- very- short black skirt, complete with a black studded belt, and a black tube top that fell just above her pierced bellybutton, showing off her tanned and toned stomach. A dark denim jacket, alternating black and pink chunky bracelets, and a silver chain around her neck completed the ensemble. He lifted his gaze to her face once more. One nose ring, at least three earrings in each ear, and straight, jet-black hair that most girls would kill for; gorgeous violet eyes, pursed pink lips, and angrily flushed cheeks gave him the indication that she was, in fact, very pissed off.

She smirked at him as he yanked his gaze from her and let it slide to the officer beside her.

"Yo, Lilly." Flack called to get his attention as he walked over to them. "What's she doin' here?"

The black man shrugged. "I dunno. She demanded I take her to the Crime Lab."

Flack rolled his eyes. "Since when do you obey orders from a teenager with behavioural issues?" he asked incredulously, ignoring the cry of protest coming from the girl.

Lilly glared at him. "What was I supposed to do? I didn't want my nose broken, too."

The cry turned quickly to a snicker. Flack glared at her. "Shut up." He turned to Lilly. "Go. And next time, call for backup or something." The officer scurried away without a word.

Flack sighed. "All right, whaddya need to be here for? Shouldn't you be in some detention facility or something?" He raised a disdainful eyebrow at the girl, waiting impatiently for an answer.

"I want to see my uncle," she muttered in reply.

Flack pursed his lips. "Who's your uncle?"

"What do you care?" She shot back, arms crossed over her chest in a defiant stance.

He rolled his eyes. "Look, save it, a'right? I don't need to deal with your attitude on top of the list of things I already have to do today. Just gimme a name, and I'll dump you off with him, and he can baby-sit you for the rest of the day."

"For your information," she said sarcastically, "I'm nineteen. Don't treat me like I'm some punk kid. I'm not stupid. Gimme the damn community service and go save the world. I'm not gonna stick around here any longer than I need to."

"Name."

She snapped her gum. "Mac Taylor."

"You're Mac Taylor's niece?" Flack repeated, shocked.

She gave him a 'duh' look. "No, I know everyone that works here and that's the first name that came to mind. Of course I am."

He let out a frustrated sigh. "And your name is…"

She blew another bubble and popped it. "Meghan."

"Oh." It finally hit him that he should call Mac and verify her story. "Mac, I got some kid here named Meghan claiming to be your niece, in for assaulting a police officer." He listened for a moment. "Sure." He snapped his phone shut and swore under his breath. "Looks like I'm stuck with you for longer than I thought."

"Great," she murmured derisively, and plunked down on a nearby chair. "So who are you, anyway?"

It was on the tip of his tongue to reply 'none of your business', but he didn't feel like arguing with her, so he said simply, "Flack."

She snapped her gum once more, not bothering to comment.

"Humour me."

She raised an eyebrow at him. "What?"

"You look like you're barely out of high school. How'd ya manage to get arrested?"

She gave a flippant-shrug. "My friends left me to deal with moron over there," she tilted her head in the direction of the hall where Flack's supervisor had been standing minutes before, "and I got pissed. He needs to learn to keep his hands to himself. I shoved him."

"You broke his nose," Flack pointed out, hiding a smile. She was small, nearly a foot shorter than his six foot frame, but she was fierce. "Assaulting a police officer; that's not a good thing to do, you know."

"Please," she rolled her eyes. "Like you care."

"He's pretty strong."

"Yeah, and I know karate. Your point?"

He didn't know what to say to that, and was thankful when Mac appeared, a fairly angry look on his face. "Meghan Brielle Lindale."

"Hi, Uncle Mac." Meghan replied cheerfully. "Sorry to interrupt." She stood up. "I'm only here because-"

"Save it, Meg," Mac interrupted, and turned to Flack, who scrambled to his feet. "Explain."

The NYPD detective shrugged. "I got her from Lilly. He didn't quite know what to do with her."

Meghan glared at him. "I told you not to-"

He glared right back. "And I told you to shut up."

She snapped her mouth closed and folded her arms across her chest again, chewing her gum furiously.

Mac took this in with a hint of a smirk. "Where are your parents, Meghan?"

"Europe." She laughed. "They actually thought they could leave me here and I wouldn't get into any trouble."

"How can I get in touch with them?" Mac asked of his niece, ignoring her obvious amusement.

"You can't. They didn't take their cell. Some anniversary thing."

Mac sighed. "When are they coming back?"

"Three weeks."

He groaned. "You're in deep trouble, you know that?"

Meghan shrugged. "Whatever."

"Alright," Mac decided finally, "You can do your community service by working in here where I can keep an eye on you."

"Are you serious?" She asked disbelievingly, and Mac silenced her with one look.

Flack sighed. It was going to be a long three weeks.