Making his way through the crowded bar, Danny looked up for Lindsay and saw her standing about 10 feet away from him. They were there to talk to the bartender about why his fingerprints were found on a weapon used in a murder last night.
Raising his eyebrows at her, "Bab.." he started to say but being 'on duty in an official capacity' as Lindsay would say, he wasn't allowed to call her that. "Montana, whatcha doin' over there?"
"I thought we'd try this new thing, where we don't stand on top of each other all the time," she smirked at him.
"Get ova' here, wiseguy," he replied, "We're in a crowded bar, I think it'll be okay if we stand on top of each other."
He gestured to the bartender, badge in hand, "Besides I love when you're on top of me," he smirked at her.
She half blushed. Before she could retort, the bartender was in front of them.
"Keith Morris?" Lindsay started.
Back to business as usual. There would be time for play later.