Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
- Captain Corelli's Mandolin6. "Love is the beauty of the soul."
--St. Augustine


Chapter One: Don's Serect

(NYPD (New York Police Deparment) -- Don's Desk -- Feb 14th 2010 -- 4:34pm)

Don Flack phone kept ringing every few mintues. His best friend and co-worker Danny Messer noticed it. "What are you hiding?" Danny asked as he fillied out paper work from their lastest case. A murder-suidice. It was a open and shut case for the Crime Lab.

"Nothing." Don anwsered. He put his phone on his desk. Than wrote a couple words and signed his report. "I'm done. You almost done?"

Danny looked down at his own report for Mac than back to Don. "How the hell did you get done with this so fast with your cell ringin every two seconds?" Don laughed at Danny.

"What's your and Lindsay's plan today?" Don asked.

"I got her flowers, earings and a babysitter. We're going out to dinner while Lucy's at her grandma's." Danny anwsered. "It's gonna b a fun night."

"Well, you two have fun. I'm gonna head home."

Danny looked at his best friend a little worried. "You alright Don?"

"I'm fine." He anwsered as he sliped on his jacket. Than he grabbed his phone before he bolted out of th police station.


(Hollywood Record's Stuido in Brooklyn, New York -- 5:04pm)

Sara Miller was singing her own version of Empire State of Mind, It was gonna be realsed on her second album, which was coming out in a month.

Sara was twenty-seven years old. She was a up and coming actress and singer. She was already made it as a model and was ready for something new. Her first album made it to platuim. That's when she knew she wanted to be more than just a model.

Sara was born and rasied in Brooklyn, New York. She been arcoss the USA but she could only call New York home. She loved the apple state.

Her bodyguard knocked on the window. She took off her headphones than joined them. "You phone's been ringing." Derek handed her, her cellphone.

She smiled and stepped into the hallway. Her cellphone rang again. "Ciao!" She greeted.

"Ciao Bella!" The man greted on th other line. "How's your day going?"

"It's good. What about you? Anything excting happen?" She asked him.

"You know the same old same. What do you like red or white?"

"White. Always white. So are we still on for tonight?"

"Yup."

Sara giggled. "Ok. I'll see you at eight. Love you hun."

"Love you, too." They hung up.


(Danny and Lindsay's Apartment -- 6:30 pm)

Lucy was asleep and Lindsay and Danny laued on the couch together. "You know something's up with Don." Danny said.

"What?" Lindsay asked cunfused. "Whatda mean?"

"At work today, someone kept texting every two mintues but h wouldn't tell me ho." Danny anwsered. "So like I said. He's hiding something from me."

"Danny, if he's keeping something from you; he keeps something from you. There's nothing you can do to change that, Danny."

Danny squeezed her hand. "I love you Linds."


(Don's Apartment -- 8:04pm)

Don was wacthing ESPN when he heard the knocking on his door. He opened it to see his girlfriend of four months. She wore a white short dress and clear high heels. She smiled at him, and he smiled back. "Your hair's different."

He saw her almost a wel ago before she took off to Miami. Instead of her ussuall blond hairit was dark brown. "How do you like it?" she asked.

Don kissed her. "I love it, honey. When did you get it done?"

"Last night." She anwsered. "Hey, do you have my white coat here? It would look so much better with my drees than this one."

Don let her in and he kissed her again. Than he dugged thourgh his jacket and handed her, her white jacket. "This is for you." He handed her a single white rose.

She giggle, leanded on her tip toes and hugged him. "I love it, Don. Thank you."

"You really love white don't you?"

"I do."

"Come on, let's go." Don shut off the lights in his aparmtment grabbing her hand and walking off.


(GRAZIE!!! -- 8:26pm)

It was a small restuarnt but it was on of Sara's favortie. So, thats why Don picked it. "Resveration for two?" The hostess asked.

"Yes."

"Under?"

"Flack." Don still had his arm wreapped around Sara. She felt do loved whenever she was with him.


(_9:53pm_)

Don and Sara was having a good time. "How's your ablum going?"

"Pretty good. I can't wait for you to hear it." She laughed. She looked around and saw they was a few people around. "This is been a wonderful night Don."

As they talked, three masked men came in the restuartnt. They each had a gun. "Put yours hands up! Put them up and noone gets hurt."

Don looked at Sara and told her. "Listen to them." She nonned yes in understandment.

"Get your wallets out, Get them out!" yelled the smaller guy. "Do it now." He pointed his gun on a guy who refused to do anything. "Get your wallet out now."

"No." The guy told him. "I don't listen to no robberies." The guy said in a southern accent.

"Have it your way than." The gun shot off.

The bullet went threw his neck and the southern man dropped to the floor.

Three woman screa,ed at the sound of the gun shot. Don's hand when to his side but his gun wasnt there. Don swore in Irish. He didn't notice two of the three men were fighting with each other as the third one collect whatever he could.

THe fight between the two men was frowing. "We shouldn't of brought you along, Bro." There was another gun shot. "'Rick lets go before the cops show up! Come on!"

The third man took his gun and shot it in the air, laughing. He leanded over and yanked a gold neclake around an old woman's neck before he took off.

Don sat up from his seat and looked around. "Everyone ok?" He asked. He saw four people already on their cellphones calling 911. "Anyone hurt?"

"I am." A man in his late thirty's early 40's anwsered. "I'm hit in the arm."


(New York Crime Lab (NYCL) -- 10:14pm)

Mac Taylor, Sheldon Hawkes and Stella Bonasera were on call that. Sheldon and Stella were home but Mac got the call as he was finishing up paperwork.

"Taylor." He anwsered his cellphone.

The person on the other line spoke soft and fast.

"Thanks. I'll be there in ten."

Mac hung up the phone. He logged out of his labtop than grabbed his jacket. H shut off the light as he rushed out of his office.


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