She's laughing in front of her PC.
Lindsay Monroe had the simplest, little laugh. She didn't mind that her boss, Mac Taylor, was pacing to and from the halls. He had that serious look again, as he always does. She tried to suppress another laugh but something she read on the screen made her chuckle again.
DMesser: Mac passed by, didn't he?
Lindsay started to type on her keyboard.
LMonroe: Yeah. He had that deadpan, thoughtful look.
After a few minutes another message appears.
DMesser: You never really know what he's thinking. It could either be a serial killer he hasn't catched or the last word he needs to finish his crossword puzzle.
Lindsay laughs.
DMesser: You got the photos?
LMonroe: Yeah. I'm printing them now.
Lindsay looks at the printer. They were photos from a convention of some kind. Danny was in it, Flack too, along with several other uniformed men ---- Navy Seals, Marines, SWAT teams, firefighters.
Lindsay started to type again.
LMonroe: You and Flack look like dorks next to the Marines.
DMesser: But we smell better.
Lindsay held the pictures in her hands. Danny didn't tower like the other uniformed men, but he was certainly an eye-catcher.
LMonroe: You know, you could have just waited to land and then printed these photos yourself.
DMesser: And pass up the opportunity of using the INTERNET ON A PLANE!
Lindsay started to laugh again.
DMesser: Internet on a Plane, Montana.
DMesser: Plane Internet.
DMesser: Internet Plane.
DMesser: Bet you haven't done that before.
LMonroe: You and your cheap thrills.
Lindsay stopped typing. The cursor blinked. Another message showed up.
DMesser: Plus I kinda miss you.
Lindsay couldn't help but smile. She bit her lip, then started to type again.
LMonroe: Whatever, Messer.
Hawkes knocks on the glass door, hurriedly. He mouths "Mac" to Lindsay then runs off.
LMonroe: I gotta go. Mac's looking for me. Will you still be online when I get back?
DMesser: Unlimited PLANE internet for $30, baby.
Lindsay smiled, stood up from her chair and left the room.