Disclaimer: All the characters of CSI: NY belong to the creators, and the actors belong to themselves.

N/A: It's my first fanfic, if I have stepped on someones feet by taking their ideas, then I'm sorry

Lindsay and Danny walked into the sitting room. They had been talking, but suddenly stopped in mid-sentence. On the other side of the room; bad humoured detective Don Flack was pouring himself some coffee.

"Flack, what are you doing?" Lindsay's question surprised Flack.

"What does it look like? Drinking coffee,"

"Don, are you sure?"

Flack looked at Danny, coffee cup half way from his mouth,

"What is it? Jeopardy? Of course I'm sure!"

Lindsay sighted, "Flack, what day is today?" Don looked at them like they were crazy,

"Wednesday, and so?"

"What is going on? In normal days you are quicker. It's second Wednesday of the month; usually you stay away from that coffee-machine, when you don't know, if there is any milk around." Flack looked wide-eyed at Danny, put the cup down, and stepped two steps back.

"Mac made that coffee, right?"

"Yes."

"Then it's strong as hell?"

"Yes, but I think we have milk." Lindsay walked to the fridge, took the milk out, and poured it into Flack's coffee and gave it to him. He sat on the couch, took a long sip from the cup, and closed his eyes. Danny sat next to him and Lindsay on the coffee table.

"So, Don, what is going on? Last time when I saw you in that kind of a mood, it was when Mac told you that you can't come to this room for a month, because we had a little water war here."

Flack looked at him like he was crazy, and shooked his head towards Lindsay, who just smiled, "Relax, Flack, I already know, what you, guys, are capable of." Flack just covered his face with hands.

"So, now would you tell us, what is wrong?" Don looked at Danny and then Lindsay.

"I just talked with my mother." Messer smiled, "Let me guess, you had a lecture named: I-Don't-Complain-I-Already-Have-Two-Grandchildren-From-Your-Sister-But-When-I-Will-See-Yours? Or something like that?"

Flack nodded, and then he pulled his hand through his hair. "There is more?" Lindsay asked.

Flack nodded again, "My mother's neighbours' daughter, Melody Bianchi, has been missing for three days."

"Is that the Melody, who you played with, when you were a little boy, and you dated in high school?"

"Yeah, that's the one, she hasn't called her mother for three days, and she has not come home. None of her friends or co-workers has seen her."

"Did they call the police?"

"Yes,"

"Then you have nothing to worry about, they will find her." Lindsay put her hand on Don's shoulder.

"Thanks, Monroe."

Danny's phone started to ring,

"Messer…Ok, will be there soon." He closed the phone. "Come on, Montana, Adam wants to show us something."

Flack saw, how Lindsay winced at that nickname, and in her eyes he saw murderous sparkle. Flack knew very well what she felt. Lindsay sat up, "I'm coming, see you later Flack."

"Yeah, later."

(Six hours later)

She hated it, hated it, hat e d it. How stupid one man could be? Danny Messer had limited all the lines of that question. Lindsay wanted to hit something, closest thing was her locker. She did it with all the strength she had.

"If I would have known that you are planning to hold a boxing match with your locker, I would have sold the tickets."

"Ha ha, very funny, Flack." She sat down and covered her eyes with hands; she wanted Flack to go away. He was Danny's best friend, and everything related to Danny made her angrier. But Flack didn't leave.

"So what's going on?"

"Nothing."

"You think I'm going to believe that crap? It's Messer, right?"

"How did you know?"

"I have a sixth sense about him. So spill, what did he do?" Lindsay felt awkward; she looked at Flack amazing blue eyes and felt she could trust him.

"He is calling me Montana, and doesn't understand that I hate that nickname, and he is making those jokes, which aren't funny." Young detective sat beside her, and sighted.

"I know what you feel; when I first started to working here, he had a nickname for me too," Lindsay looked at him. "You're kidding, right?"

"Would those eyes lie?" Lindsay just smiled, "He had worked here for a year then. And I was the so-called new guy. So, you know that my father is Donald Flack Sr, the famous homicide detective, everywhere I went, I was known has his son, not just Don Flack but, Donald Flack jr and then Danny started calling me Junior. Honestly, sometimes I wanted to kill him, but I didn't."

"When did he stop, calling you Junior?"

"After two years."

"And why?"

"Because I put away one crazy sniper, and saved Messer's butt." One thought started to bother Lindsay, those practical jokes what she had heard around the lab.

"Did you pay him back?" Flack started to laugh, "You know the saying - revenge is a bitch?"

"Of course."

"I painted his mouth and teeth blue," the picture that came to his mind made him laugh louder, it was a beautiful memory.

"How?"

"Gave him a little pit of ink."

"How did you do that?" Monroe saw the humorous spark in Flack's eyes.

"I brought him some grape juice, and put inside of it a little pit of ink, so much that his mouth and teeth would change blue and so little that he wouldn't taste it." Lindsay couldn't stop laughing it was so hilarious.

"He didn't understand why the entire team, the cops and the lab tech laughed at him. By the end of his shift, Stella had asked him what kind of toothpaste he was using that his teeth were so blue. He is a quick one, so five minutes later he came barging into my office, but I was already gone, I saw it all from a webcam what was hooked to my computer, I left him a note, "not bad for a Junior," and he understand why I did it."

"So did he pay back?"

"Of course."

"What did he do?"

"But blond hair dye to my shampoo,"

"You are kidding me?"

"No, I had blue hair for two days. Because my mother and sister were out of the town, hairdressers were all booked, Stella, Aiden and Kaile just laughed and my father said - revenge is a bitch." Lindsay laughed so much that tears came out of her eyes. Flack liked her laughter it was natural, not every women laughed naturally.

"I need to ask, was the water war incident one of the revenge jokes?"

"Yes of course, it took place 5 months ago. It was Danny's fault, put he framed me."

"And what did you do?"

"Four moths ago, on our department picnic day I put a label to his back saying "use me for a sex, men". He didn't understand why all those man gave him their numbers. I'm still waiting for the revenge."

"Why hasn't Mac put an end to this?"

"I think he likes it, jokes bring some colour to our boring life." With that sentence Flack rose, "To you want to go with me to Ray's and crab some beer." Lindsay wiped off the tears that were still streaming down her cheeks. She took her bag. "Sure, why not, if you can promise me, that I'm not going to get hit with something that was aimed at you." Flack laughed and took Lindsay's hand, "I think, I can promise you that." Hand in hand they walked out from the Locker room.