The secret to a sniper’s heart

Detective Flack is on a mission

Emily lost track ok how long she was on the roof crying her eyes lut, but she was finally able to get up on shaky legs and walk back dowm to the lab. She went to the bathroom and cleaned her eyes, grimacing when she saw how red and puffy they were. She looked at her long wavy, dark hair, and grimaced again at how tangled it was. A bad habit she had, was always wearing a hair tie around her wrist, but niw ahe could use it. She pulled her thick hair into a high, classy ponytail and exited the bathroom. She walked toward the gun lab again, picked up whwre she left of and grabbed a few more guns that meeded target practice.

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The rest of her day went uneventful, and when she was done with her shift, she grabbed her purse and went down to the parking garage to get her car. When she found her car, she notice a note trapped at the windshield. She grabs it, get in her car and reads it.

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Dear Emily. I’m sorry if I scared you, but the truth is, you scare me too.. For a long time I haven’t felt what I feel for you, and I know you feel it to. So, starting tomorrow, I will do whatever I can to capture the heart of the youngest sharpshooter in NYPD history. Love, Flack.

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Emily find herself smiling as she reads the note a few more times. She start the car, and for the first time ever, she allow herself to think that “what if?” what if she allow herself to trust him, to love him the way she so desperately wants to? She sigh as she roll into her driveway and get out. Tired, she open her door, toss the keys on the tabla and chrash on the couch, instantly falling asleep. The next morning Emily wake up to her phone blowing up. There is a loud hammering sound on her door, and she groans. “Alright, I’m coming!” she yells to the door as she grab her phone. She forgot her alarm last night. Tired, she grabs the handle and open it. Detective Flack stand outside with a cup of coffee in one hand and a pastry bag in the other. She smile. “Come in. Let me get dressed” she says and head to her bedroom. On the way she grab a short in meed of washing and toss it on the bathroom floor. She grab a pair of jeans, long, white socks, a red bra and a white sweater. She heads to the bathroom and change, before grabbing her hairbrush and her toothbrush. She smears some toothpaste on, take it under the sink and head back to the living room. She brush her teeth over the sink, take the mouthwash she keep there, and as she was rincing, she brushed her hair. Flack sat in her sofa and looked at her, smiling the whole time. Emily turned to spit the rest of the mouthwash in the sink, blushing as she again started thinking of a future with the man bringing her fresh pastries and a cup of coffee in the morning. She turned to face him, fighting the smile creeping on her face, but failing completely. She smile, her eyes were shining at him. “Hi” she said and plopped down on the couch next to him. She had to force herself not to stroke her hand through his hair. “Hi, gorgeous” he said and held out the paper bag. Emily blush as she grab it, and her mouth begin to water at the smell of the food. She opens it, and start smiling wider. “Thank you. It smells delicious” she says and reach a hand in. She pull it apart a bit, and stick some in the mouth. She moan slightly at the melting sensation in her mouth, and she immediately remembers that her crush is sitting next to her. She open her eyes and pull more of the warm pastry and turn to Flack. His blue eyes bore into her soul, and she almost lean in to kiss him, but in the last second, she feeds the pees of pastry in his mouth, and almost moan as his mouth closed around her fingers, and gently sucked on them as he pulled back. Her mind blanked, and she lost track of where she was. She grabbed the coffee from his free hand and started sipping it, when her phone rang again and pulled her out of her thoughts. “I’ll drive you” he says. His voice sounds so seductive in her ear, and she can only nod. She has lost her words.

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Unknown how, she managed to get her shoes on, jacket, badge and gun. She also put her case in the back of Flack’s car, along with her bulletproof west, and was sipping her coffee as she stole glances at Flack as he drive them to the crime scene. He had called ahead and said he’d be driving her, and she was lost in thought as she saw his lips moving. “See anything you like, beautiful?” Flack ask, and Emily blush. She hadn’t realised she was staring. “I..uh..I” she stuttered, unable to form a sentence. How is he doing it? How soes he make my mind go blank just by looking at me? She mentally ask herself. The rest of the ride she looks lit the window, trying, and failing, several times not to think what if? She hardly realised when the car stopped, but when Flack opened the door for her, her heart stopped for a second. “Thank you” she said, surprised she could form any words at all. She unbuckle her seatbelt and step out of the car. She open the trunk and retrieve her case. “I have di go alone. I can’t focus with you up there with me” she says, and to her surprise, detective Flack smiles and nods. She take her west from the trunk, and with one last glance at Flack, she’s gone. She climb the ladder with practiced ease, and assemble the sniper rhe mi ute she’s up. She put on her west, change her shield and get in position. “I’m in position. No clean shot of the suspect. I repeat, no clear shot” she says through the radio, and she recive immediate response from the ground. “Copy that. Let us know” and the communication was over. She use her scope to look for the armed suspect, and her heart almost stop when she see the suspect sneak up behind detective Flack. She connects Flack with her own radio, and start talking again. “I have eyes on the suspect, and I have a clear shot. Detective Flack. Get down” she says, and the minute she see him down, she squeeze the trigger, and the suspect goes down. “Well done” the ground team says, and she break out in shaking tears. See? This happens when you think of a future with someone, her mind challenge her, and she sobs quietly until she feel a hand on her shoulder. Looking up, she see the blue eyes of the man she just saved. “I can’t do this. I can’t risk loosing you. He snuck behind you, and all I could think was that I didn’t want to come to work knowing I will never see you again” she sobs, and he lean down and pull her to his chest. “I’m fine. I heard him. He dragged his leg a bit, and you noticed him at the same time. Either way, he would be dead now” he says, and this time she doesn’t pull away. She let herself calm down to the steady sound of his heart. “How would this work?” She says, surprised she wven had the courage. She can feel his arms tighten around her, and he kissed her head. “We take it slow. One day at a time. If there’s something you aren’t comfortable with, or ready for, I’m not pushing. I will give you the moon if it means you can open up and trust me. Either way, I’m not going anywhere” he says, and when Emily look up and meet his eyes, his lips capture hers in an earthshaddering kiss. She hesitates first, seeing her father’s face in her mind, but as she smell the masculine scent of Flack, she only saw him. She let herself melt into the kiss, feeling every nerve in her body burning. They lost track until someone came looking. “You can continue this another place” Mac said, and Emily laughed. “Sorry” she said and wiped her tears, but by the look in Mac’s eyes, he wasn’t angry.

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That night, Emily laid in her bed, alone, texting Don. She didn’t call him Flack anywhere but work, and it took some getting used to that she had a boyfriend. Yes, he was ten years her senior, but she didn’t care. As she answered the latest text from Don, she got an uneasy feeling in her gut. She turned the lights on, but saw no one. She sent a new text. Can you come over? I feel like someone’s watching me, and I don’t feel safe, she wrote, tapping the bedside table as she waited for a response. On my way. It was a short text, but it made her breath out in relief. A little while later the doorbell rang, and she almost jumped out if her skin. She walked over and checked the peephole, saw Don and opened the door. He could see how scared she was when she opened the door, and he wrapped his arms around her. She broke down in fear, and he knew she needes him to stay. He locked the door and carried her to the bedroom. He laid her on the bed before kicking of his shoes and climbing in with her. He pulles her to his chest, and she soon calmed down and fell asleep. “Don’t go” she begged as the darkness overcame her. “Never” he whispered as she drifted of to a nightmare filled sleep about her past.