Disclaimer: Of course I don't own the characters. Like I've said before I just like to borrow them and make them do things.

A/N: I've had an idea for a while and finally came up with a story to put around it. I was reluctant to start posting this because it still has holes where the case should be.

So it may not go up as quickly as I like but I'll try not to make you wait too long between chapters.

As Lindsay sat at the bar nursing a drink her mind went over the latest case because, whether she wanted to or not, that's what her mind did. She tried to force herself to focus on the evening's date but, as she checked her watch again, her date was late.

She was pulled from her bitter musings when she felt a presence behind her. She swiveled on her stool to face the man.

"Inspector Boxer?"

Lindsay looked the man up and down, "yes. Inspector?"

The man smiled, "So I see what I hear about you is true." He sat on the stool next to her, "I didn't think I wore 'cop' on my face."

Lindsay swiveled back to her drink, "actually I was just hoping. I really didn't want to deal with the bulge under your arm on my night off."

The man laughed as he motioned to the bartender, "can I get you another?"

"No, I'm good." She held up her half full glass. "If you came over here to buy me a drink I should tell you that I'm meeting someone."

"Actually, it was about the case you caught this afternoon." Lindsay turned to give him her full attention. "Word is you found a body at the bottom of an elevator shaft. Considering the building is being renovated and the elevator was inoperable it sounds like an accident. Pretty open and shut."

Lindsay studied him for a second. "I didn't get your name."

"Mills. Dan Mills, I work arson out of the Northern station."

"Well Inspector Mills, while I do appreciate assistance in closing my cases as quickly as possible I do try to make sure they are closed correctly. And at this moment the only thing I know for sure is my victim did not burn to death, so unless you have some actual evidence..."

"Evidence no, just advice." Mills finished his drink and stood up from the bar. "And if you are anything like your father it's advice you'll take."

Lindsay grabbed his arm before he could walk away, "how did you know my father?"

"I didn't," he informed her as he pulled his arm away. "I just heard he was a fine cop and that the department didn't fully appreciate his methods. I'm sure you understand that."

Before Lindsay could ask anything more her phone buzzed and when she turned to grab it off the bar Mills walked away. "Where have you been?" Lindsay asked the caller, a bit harsher than she intended.

"I am so sorry. I'll be there in ten."

"Forget it. I'll see you at your place." She flipped her phone shut, not waiting for confirmation.

Lindsay sat on the floor in the hallway, waiting the arrival of the apartment's occupant.

"How did you beat me here? You go lights and sirens?" Cindy teased as she approached.

"I could be sitting in a nice comfortable restaurant instead of on this floor." Lindsay answered sarcastically as she stood and impatiently waited for Cindy to open the door.

"Okay." The confused reporter replied as she brushed past with key out. Once unlocked Cindy pushed open the door to allow Lindsay to go in first, she followed slowly sorting through her brain to find exactly what it was she did. When she finally made it to the living room she found Lindsay already slumped onto the couch.

"I know you aren't this mad because I was late. When has either of us ever been on time?" Cindy asked cautiously.

"Forget it."

"Now, you know that doesn't work on me." Cindy said as she waited patiently.

Lindsay had learned pretty early on in their friendship that when Cindy wanted answers she generally got them. Although once their relationship evolved she learned a few tricks that could delay conversations she didn't want to have. Deciding this was one of those conversations she stood up from the couch, moved over to Cindy and wrapped her arms around the younger woman's waist.

"I thought you were hungry." Cindy quipped.

"I am." Lindsay answered as she began to nibble on Cindy's ear.

"That's not fair. You have to give me something."

"I'm trying to."

Cindy pulled away slightly. "Do you want my full attention focused on the task at hand?"

Lindsay let out a sigh. "Fine. While I was waiting for you a cop from Northern approached me and told me that today's elevator diver was an accident."

"How would he know that."

"He wouldn't"

"What was his name?"

"Why?"

"I did some recent articles from that part of town, I might recognize him." The reporter gave a mock frown, "you didn't read them?"

"Unless it starts with 'The Amazing Inspector Boxer' I turn to the comics." Lindsay answered as she returned her attention back to Cindy's neck.

"Funny." Cindy responded as she began backing them to the bedroom. "Name?"

"Mills." Lindsay finally answered.