I JUST WANTED TO TRY THIS AND SEE WHAT PEOPLE THOUGHT OF IT. ANYWHO I ONLY OWN SAM DAWSON UNFORTUNATLY.

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CHAPTER 1: Meeting Samantha Dawson

A young women strode into the 5-5 precinct, she had an athletic build and was around 5'9. She was wearing light stone washed, boot cut jeans, black and white sneakers, and a brightly coloured halter top just ending above her belly button showing off her black belly button piercing. She had short brown hair, and green coloured eyes, with golden flecks. She walked towards Det. Don Flack who was sitting at his desk writing reports. He looked up as the women reached his desk.

"You stalkin' me now Dawson?" He asked, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, as he looked back down at his report.

"Don't flatter yourself." Samantha Dawson replied leaning against Flack's desk.

"I thought you had the day off?"

"I do. I was just wondering if you had time to go to lunch?"

"Your asking me to lunch?" Flack asked looking up at Sam.

"Ya." Sam replied crossing her arms over her chest "You in?"

"Ya just let me finish this report. I'll only be a minute."

Sam nodded before heading out of the precinct.

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Sam waited for Don to come out before heading towards a nearby diner.

"Come here for a sec." Don said stopping Sam.

She turned to look at just before his lips crashed against hers. Sam's arms went around Don's neck deepening the kiss, Don's arms snaked around Sam's waist pulling her closer to him. They pulled apart breathing heavily. Don rested his forehead on Sam's, as she combed her finger's through his short black hair.

"I love you Sam." Don said.

"I love you too." Sam smiled.

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Sam smiled as she stepped into her apartment. If someone had told her 4 and half years ago that she would be dating Det. Don Flack she would have laughed in their face!

FLASH BACK – 2 YEARS BEFORE SEASON 1

It was a hot day in New York when Sam first stepped into the New York crime lab. Her long brown hair was in a low bun. She was wearing light grey dress pants a red faded tank top and grey flats. Her black messenger bag slung over her shoulder, her light grey blazer stuffed haphazardly in it.

Sam headed towards the reception desk. Suddenly she was knocked to the floor, glancing at the person who ran into her she saw a dark haired man wearing a leather jacket. She could tell just by the way it was positioned he carried a gun, and he had and NYPD badge attached to his belt.

"Watch were your going!" He snapped.

"You ran into me!" Sam replied picking herself off the ground.

"Whatever. Just watch were your going next time 'eh!" The man stood, he had a good 6 inches on her, and at least 70 or 80 pounds.

"You ran into me!" Sam repeated, her Irish temper starting to stir.

"Just get out of my way." He snarled.

"Fine." Sam walked away and was very careful to walk on his foot.

END FLASHBACK

Sam grinned to herself they didn't get off on the right foot, if you'll excuse the pun. And it only got worse.

FLASHBACK - A YEAR BEFORE SEASON 1

"Will you back off!" Sam snapped turning to look at the dark haired homicide detective. He was seriously getting on her nerves!

"Then how 'bout ya hurry up get your ass in gear!" Flack retaliated.

"Don't push me Flack!" Sam growled "In the mood I'm in I'm libel to kill you!"

"I dare you to try!" Flack said getting in Sam's face.

"Don't tempt me Flack!" Sam exclaimed before shoving her way past Flack and hurrying down the hall.

END FLASHBACK

Sam didn't even remember what the fight was about! Mainly because back then they were constantly at each other's throats. Stella often told her it was because Sam and Don were both so stubborn! The Irish temper's didn't help any either.

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Sam was doing dishes when she heard the door to her apartment open. Glancing up at the clock she knew it was Don, he'd gotten off shift about a half an hour ago. Buick, who obviously heard the door, growled then took off like a shot to the living room. Sam grinned when she heard the air get knocked out of Don. It was normal, he'd come home, the large Doberman would hear him, think it was an intruder race over only to see it was Don then jump him, licking any where he could reach.

After a few minutes Don came into the kitchen, he's already discarded his suit jacket, and put away his gun, his sleeves were rolled up and he was loosening his tie.

"How was work?" Sam asked when Don wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his hands on her stomach, and pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder.

"Alright." He shrugged, nuzzling his face into Sam's neck.

Sam put a plate in the drying rack. Grinning she took her soap covered hand, reached up and touched Don's neck. The homicide detective jumped back and looked at Sam who was now leaning against the counter grinning from ear to ear. He touched his hand to his neck feeling the suds.

Don slowly advanced towards Sam. Sam's smile slowly faded she knew Don was going to get her back big time. Don suddenly lunged forward grabbing Sam around the middle. He spun her around and pressed her back against his chest. He grabbed Sam's wrists with one hand while he stuck the other hand in the soapy dish water.

"NO! DON'T YOU DARE!" Sam squealed trying to get out of Don's grip.

Don didn't say anything he just began to rub his hand along Sam's arms, causing her to squeal louder. Sam somehow managed to squirm out of his grip, she grabbed a large water bottle she had on the counter. She popped the sports cap lid and squeezed the bottle, getting Don's shirt all wet.

"Oh this means war!" He laughed ducking both hands in the sink and then began to go after Sam.

Sam dodged his hands and stuck her own in the sink. She turned to see Don right behind her, she let out a small shriek of surprise. Don grabbed her hips getting suds on her shorts, as her pulled her hips into his. Sam reached up and put her hands on either side of Don's neck, smearing suds up into his short dark hair. Suddenly Buick jumped up his front paws on Don's arm, he playfully growled at Don.

"No I'm not hurting her." He said to the large Doberman.

"Your fine Buick." Sam chuckled, wrapping an arm around Don's waist.

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