Danny's cell phone goes off right as he goes to get his usual early morning Starbucks coffee.
"Damn!" Danny said out loud, startling the young coffee barista behind the counter.
"I'm sorry," he said to the young girl as he left from his place in line. He looked on the display and saw that it was Mac. He released a long sigh.
"Mac, what ya need."
"Danny we have a 419; seems to be a parachute jumper. Get here as soon as you can."
He was hoping that Lindsay would be at the scene too. Ever since they had the "talk" nothing has been the same. And it seems like Mac has sensed that because they are never on the same case anymore. When he arrived at the scene, his feelings were confirmed: she wasn't there.
"Danny!"
"What Mac?"
"Are you in your own little world? I asked you to collect some trace."
"I'm sorry Mac, I seem distracted today."
"Just don't let it interfere with your work, Danny."
Danny looked around and noticed the usual crew that accompanies them to the crime scenes. He didn't see her. He glared at Mac without a sound and grabbed his kit and went to work.