"This is great, just great." Flack said as he picked the newspaper up from the table.

"CABBIE KILLER" in big, bold print covered the paper. What bothered Flack the most was the quote at the bottom of the page. "There are 30,000 cops in this city. Why can't they catch one crazy killer?" Don't these people know that catching a criminal is harder than it looks?

"Wait till Angell gets a load of this."

The precinct was in its usual hustle and bustle mood, with detectives doing paperwork or interviewing suspects. But what Flack didn't expect was finding a young girl sitting on the floor besides Angell's desk, paper and crayons scattered everywhere. Angell was bent over a piece of paper, her hand writing away.

"Um, Angell? Is there something that you haven't been telling me?

Angell placed her pen on the desk and turned her chair so that she faced him.

"You mean like when I put three chilli peppers in your sandwich?"

Flack's mouth opened slightly. "That was you? My mouth was burning for two hours!"

Angell flashed him a smile that made him weak in the knees. "I shall never tell. Anyways, this is my niece, Emma."

Angell got up from her chair and crouched beside Emma, who was holding a piece of paper in her hands.

"What did you draw, Emma?" Angell asked, looking at the paper. It was a picture of – well Angell couldn't tell, it looked like a bunch of scribbles.

"It's a drawin' of you and Mr.Flax!" Emma said, pointing a finger at the drawing.

Angell laughed. "It's very nice." Emma smile proudly then grabbed another paper and started to scribble all over. "So Flack, what do you need?"

Just then Flack remembered why he came down to the precinct. He was still holding the newspaper.

"Oh right. Did you see the paper this morning?"

Angell shook her head. "No I didn't. With this whole cabbie killer thing going on, I've just been too busy to even think about it."

"Well," Flack said, flopping the paper onto the desk. "This might be worth thinking about."

FAFAFAFAFAFAFAFAFAFAFAFAFAFAFAFAFAFAFAFAFAFAFA

"So then what this is saying is that they're blaming us because I pulled you out of the way when that taxi almost hit you?" Angell asked, reading the words on the paper.

Somehow the paper had gained access to a photo of when Angell had pulled Flack out of harm's way.

Flack nodded "Yes, that's what it looks like. And their just writing this crap because he got away."

Just then the door to the precinct opened and a man in his mid-thirties walked in and headed straight towards them.

"Papa!" Emma shouted, jumping up and running towards the man.

"Hey pumpkin! How's my little girl doing?" the man said, picking Emma up.

"You'll never ever guess what I saw today! Some smelly guy came in here and started wrecking the place! So Aunty Jen ran over to the smelly man and BOOM!" Emma yelled, throwing her arms up in the air. "Aunty Jen knocked the smelly man over!"

The man laughed. "Did she now? Thanks for watching Em while I went to the store." He said, but then noticed the man who was standing beside Angell.

"And who is this?"

"Right. Allen, this is Don Flack, Don, this is my brother, Allen." Angell said, introducing the two men.

Flack and Allen shook hands.

"Pleasure to meet you. So you're a detective too huh?" Allen asked.

Flack nodded. "Ya. Jen and I work together."

"Alright, nice meeting you, and thanks again Jen." Allen said, walking towards to door.

Emma stuck her arm out, waving it franticly. "Bye-bye Aunty Jen! Bye-bye Mr. Flax!" she shouted.

After the door closed behind Allen, Angell sat back down at her desk, picking up the pen that had been abandoned a few minutes earlier. Flack looked down at Angell, his brow furrowed.

"What?" Angell asked, looking at Flack, her pen abandoned once again.

Flack opened his mouth to speak. "Mr. Flax?"

End of chapter one.

So there we go. I got another story up and running. I apologize for making you all wait for more chapters for my other stories. I lost my notebook that had all the chapters for them. But rest assured, I shall update this story as soon as possible! I know this chapter is very short, so I'll try to make the next chapter longer. The title "Fell right into you" is a song and is by Jessie Farrell