Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY; they belong to CBS and Anthony Zuiker.

It's everyone's favorite CSIs on another boring night shift. Too bad things won't STAY boring for long...

I know I said chair races were in store for this next installment, but then someone suggested something WAY MORE FUN...

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Danny Messer couldn't believe his luck. He wasn't sure how he kept getting put on the night shift, but he strongly suspected that it was because Mac Taylor had figured out that he and Lindsay Monroe may or may not have been goofing off on the job.

Shoulda put the shelves in the refrigerator back,he thought miserably.

At least Lindsay was here to stick it out with him.

Speak of the devil. "Hi, Lindsay. Ready for another night of absolute nothingness?"

She grinned and held up a pizza box. "Oh, it won't be so bad," she replied. "Marty and Adam are stuck here too."

"I wondered why Adam was still in Trace," Danny said, jerking a thumb to where the lab tech was patiently waiting on an AMS report. He had the headphones to an mp3 player in his ears and was jamming along with whatever was playing. It looked goofy, considering Danny could only see him, not hear him. It was like watching a bad audition of American Idol with the sound turned off.

"So what's on tap for tonight?" Lindsay said. "We're pretty much all done with our other stuff. When Adam gets that trace report, we can't do anything about it until tomorrow, anyway."

"Maybe I'll take a ride down to Autopsy, see what's up," Danny said.

"Hold on, I'll come with you." Lindsay followed him with the pizza in hand.

"Pepperoni and sausage?" Danny asked.

She rolled her eyes. "Half and half. At least I don't have to pick the pepperoni off now, I can just eat the sausage."

"I don't understand how you can't like pepperoni."

"I like my sausage, my Canadian bacon and my cheese," Lindsay explained. "Notice that there was no 'and pepperoni' in there…anywhere."

"Marty!" Danny hailed, grateful not to have to come up with a response to the pepperoni challenge.

The younger man raised a hand in greeting. "Detectives. What brings you down to my humble dwelling?"

Danny caught whiff of something and wrinkled his nose. "Sure as hell ain't the smell. Damn, Marty, what is that?"

Marty Pino pointed to the body on the table. "Found him in the sewers during routine maintenance. They just brought him in. Far as I'm concerned, they can have him back. Did you tell Taylor I was the one that rearranged the shelves in the refrigerator?"

"No," Danny shook his head. "Why?"

"Because much as I love the night life here at the wild and fun Crime Lab…this is my third week of night shifts. I've never gone more than a week. He's punishing me."

"He doesn't know." Lindsay replied. "He hasn't said anything to Danny and I, and believe me, he'd say something." She put a hand on his shoulder. "Face it, Marty. You're just lucky."

"So. Messer, Monroe. You two have anything exciting planned for tonight?"

The door to autopsy opened and a voice called, "What's going on down here?"

Lindsay jerked and felt Danny tense right next to her. They looked over.

Adam stood there, a huge grin on his face. "Had ya going, huh?" He came over. His three coworkers were glaring at him. "What?" Adam shrugged. "I'm bored."

"Welcome to the club," Marty replied. He checked his watch. "I'll be back." He disappeared into another room.

Lindsay looked at Danny questioningly. "Giants are playing," Marty yelled.

"We've got pizza, Marty," Lindsay said. The smell was getting to her. "We'll just take this upstairs so it…uh, doesn't get contaminated."

"By that smell," Danny stressed in her ear, and Lindsay burst out laughing.

"Marty? You're welcome to join us," Lindsay told him.

"In a minute!" Marty yelled. Then they heard him swear.

"Giants must be losing," Danny shrugged. "Let's go…away, from here. Now. Faster would be better." He made an overexaggerated show of running out the door. "'Cause if Marty doesn't take his aggression out on us and kill us, the smell will!"