Warning: Some mild language. I wrote this the other day. It's a fictional story about a fictional character. I made up a new character, "Gracie Hart" to be a love interest for Don (because I'm so tired of all of us being sad for him! Lol) but NOT a replacement for Jess! Let that be clear! Lol I wrote it as if what your reading is what she (Gracie) is thinking. Hope you all like it! Message me with questions, comments, likes, dislikes, anything! Enjoy!

Sweet Sanctity

The sky was grey. The wind whipped violently through my hair making me throw it up in a sloppy pony tail. My faded green coat wasn't doing much to keep away the cold. It was a dim November night in the City of Lights. Not as glamorous as it sounds. I've been working as an NYPD officer for over 10 years now and nights like these still get to me. A woman kills her husband, but not before the husband kills his wife lover. Nice family affair. I guess "affair" wasn't the right choice of words. I thought to myself I wish I were in LA or Las Vegas. In the warmth. But the place I really wanted to be. In his arms. The way he makes me feel. His touch against my skin a tingling feeling of warmth and comfort with a not so subtle hint of pain. To love him the way I do would be to try and hug a cactus. Fun in theory but painful in actuality. When looking at the wonderful relationship that Danny and Lindsay have commingling outside the office seems like it could be turn out to be a happy ever after. Not with detective Don Flack. Undeniably smooth yet the goofiest guy you'll ever meet. Sweet and sour. The best there is and the worst all rolled into one. As I walk through Central Park I find myself thinking about none other then him. Smiling one minute then the next I can feel the tears on my cheeks freezing in time. The pain of loving someone who has recently lost someone they love, more then you, is paralyzing. Laterally. I couldn't walk. I've felt the pain of loving this uncontrollable man before but this was different. A piercing pain in my chest slowly spreading through my whole body rendering me unable to move any body part. I look around. Feel my chest. Feel the pain. Feel the hole. Apparently I had been shot. I didn't know this. As I fell to the floor I caught myself smiling. Thinking of all the ways Danny was going to make fun of me for not knowing I was shot. That's when I heard it. I was supposed to meet Stella for drinks tonight. I guess I'm going to miss that reservation. We where going to meet in Central Park, we did but on different circumstances then anticipated. She was kneeling next to me shaking my head and yelling for me to "stay with her". She grabbed her radio and shouted into it, "This is CSI Bonesara to central I need a bus to Central Park South. We have an officer down, I repeat OFFICER DOWN!" was that me? Was I the officer down? I suppose I was. Not the plans I had in mind for the evening. I wanted to get a little tipsy and dance inappropriately with a complete stranger. Not anymore. The blood was running down my clothes as I start to realize what was going on. The realization of the sh**t that had just happened was stunning. I had been shot! By who? God knows. The only thing I know is that Stella is here and I'm going to be okay. I think. Maybe. I hope.
Dammit! I yelled all too loudly. Stella tries to calm me down and keep me still but I'm so full of rage. Stella! Stel!! I manage to get out.
The bus came. I went from seeing the trees violently shaking in the wind to the roof of an ambulance. I could barely hear what was going on around me. I don't think I wanted to. From Central Park, to the ambulance, to the hospital. It's all very fuzzy. And all I could think of was a good friend of mine. A friend that could help me through this. He always had. And his name was, Jose, Jose Cuervo. A nice Mexican man I've grown to love. He could make this excruciating pain go away. But then again Jose doesn't keep the pain gone for too long. He's a temporary love. As if that's not what I always have.
The fuzzy hospital lights go from blindingly bright to unclear and grey. I was thinking to myself, either I was going insane or I was going into surgery. I was hopping for the second but the first was more likely. Then, black. Not reassuring since I'm secretly afraid of the dark. Always have been. Not like Friday the 13th helped that little insecurity.
You never realize how pretty the inside of your eyelids are till you get to star at them for a few hours. Which was a few too many. They say you should flash back to your favorite childhood memory or talk to someone you lost that meant a lot to you. But just when I thought I was going to get to look at the pretty black obis that was my eyelids, I saw here. A beautiful woman in a uniform. The most beautiful smile I've ever seen. A smile that made her luminous brown eyes nearly disappear.
"Are you an angel?" I asked seeing that I had never seen an angel before, for all I knew angels were really just uni cops.
"Not an angel. But I am an Angel." she said with a flash of a smile and a wink of an eye.
I couldn't believe it. I was finally meeting the famous Jessica Angel.
"You know I kind of want to punch you right now..." I said in all honesty
She laughed and said she understood why. She said she has been watching me, and Flack, and the whole team.
Jess said she was impressed with how I handle the sons of a bi**chs we get around the precinct. And on to say how jealous she was at how quickly I picked up on all the chemicals and what not the CSI's talk about. I laughed and whispered that I really didn't know what the hell they where talking about but that I just node my head and smile. She found that funny.
We talked for what seemed like days. I really liked her. I expressed my condolences that she had to lose her life over that scumbag and how sorry I feel for her to have to see the man she loves with another woman. She said she was sorry too. Sorry for not throwing that mother fu**kers in front of the two bullets that pierced her chest. We laughed.
Jess said that it was okay. That she never expected Flack to never love again. In fact she wanted us together all along.
"Not while we were together of course. I don't think I'd be here right now if that were the case." she has a nice sense of humor. I wish I had met her under different terms.
In the middle of our conversation we hear loud beeping. "What the hell is that!?" I yelled again all to loudly.
"It's your heart. Can't you fell it?" she said putting her hand on my chest to feel my heart beet. "You're alive again Gracie!"
"I was dead this whole time!" I said in a blind panic.
"Yes but time up here is different then time down there.." I just gave her a funny look not understanding.
"Time go faster!" She said sarcastically.
I was astonished they allowed sarcasm in heaven. And cursing if you noticed.
We hugged and said our goodbye, she told me to love Don no matter what. Because he was MY diamond in the ruff now.
KABOOM!! Clear, KABOOM!! Clear, KABOOM!!
Was that necessary? I wondered. It sure hurt like hell.
KABOOM!! Clear, KABOOM!! Clear, KABOOM!!
Again! I screamed in my mind. I just wanted it to stop. All of it. The pain, the suffering, everything! I just want my life back! I screamed as loud as I could. Please God if your out there. I don't want to go yet! I want to see my Daddy but I wanna see my friends more! I'm saving lives down here on earth! And I like it that way! I want my life back! I screamed.
KABOOM!! *dit, dit, dit*
Was that my heart? Was I alive again!? Please God no more of the KABOOM sh**t! I thought.
The next thing I remember seeing was a hospital room. I looked around once I came to. No one was there. The lights are dim.
Where is everyone? I thought.
"Hey there sweet heart! Welcome back!" I heard coming from the corner. Was it Flack!? Did he wait here in my room all night!?
No. It was some freaky nurse man.
Devastated doesn't even begin to define what I felt. He didn't even come.
I lifted my hand to rub my eyes and a big chunky watch felt down my wrist. It was Flack's. He loved it so much. His father gave it to him on his 21st birthday. He was here! I thought. I love that man so much, no matter what he does or doesn't do.
The door opened and a shadowy figure walked in with a cup of coffee. Dammit! He said while spilling some on himself. I chuckled as best I could. He looked up. Oh, baby! Your up! He said putting the cup down and running to the side of my bed. He sat down and kissed my forehead. Don't you ever leave me again! He said with a serious look on his face. We kissed and he laid down next to me and whispered, "I love you." as I drifted off again, sure to rest easy with him at my side.
"I love you two Don. And so does Jess." I whispered back. He looked up at me and smiled and laid his head back down on my chest. As I drift to a place of sweet solemn beauty and grace. My sweet sanctity. A place with a man so perfectly dangerous. My Flack, all to me. As I drift away.

!THE END!

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