Hey, just thought I'd post this story for anyone who likes this pairing. It's got a fair few chapters, so be prepared to stick with it! I have tried to use American words and American spelling but if I screw up anywhere just let me know. I don't know exactly when this is supposed to be, but sometime shortly after Danny and Lindsay get together. They don't last long in this fic. Hope you enjoy, and please review! Dray xx

Flack had been working all day, frantically looking through the evidence and his notes to try and find something - anything - to link the man they had in custody to the murders of two little boys in his precinct. -Flack's precinct-. It shouldn't have happened; Flack shouldn't have let it happen, not on his watch. So here he was, dredging up the last remnants of hope, desperately searching.

Wait...

There.

Flack picked up the photograph of the two boys and looked at the two silver band rings that Danny had found in the suspect's apartment. They hadn't been able to place them at the time, but looking at the photo Flack could see that the boys had a ring each on their index fingers that had the exact same unique pattern on them as the ones he held in the evidence bag. He leapt from his seat, geared up, and headed for the door. He had to tell Mac stat, and they only had the suspect in a holding cell for another three hours. Flack had got the bastard.

"Mac!" Danny called to his boss in the corridor as he headed towards his office. The older CSI turned around.

"What is it, Danny?"

"Flack just called, he's on his way. Says he broke the case!" Danny was quivering with excitement. This was what he lived for. In between the paperwork and the filing, between the unsolved cases and the ones that got away were these moments that made it all worth it. His best friend was on his way over with condemning evidence that he was sure would fly the case through the courtroom, and heaven knew that Danny needed something to go right for him this week. On their last date, Lindsay had decided that she was through with Danny. Oh sure, she was kind and all 'let's be friends' about it, but it hurt. Danny wasn't a vain man by nature, but he had his pride. Her lack of reason made the young Brooklyn CSI wonder whether it was something he had said or done, or whether it was just him that was somehow inadequate. He would never admit it to his co-workers, of course, but the insecurity was there.

Flack came bounding out of the lift and straight into Danny and Mac.

"Oh hey Mac, Messer." he calmed himself down and greeted them politely, but with barely contained excitement.

"Hey, Flack." Danny patted his friend's arm warmly.

Mac smiled at Flack knowingly. "Good to see you, Don. Got anything interesting for us?"

"Yeah, oh you won't believe this."

He launched into his story, talking at top speed.

"... And these rings are a perfect match. Do you have the DNA pulled from these rings?"

"Yeah, Danny's just run it. He was just informing me that it came back to the boys."

"That's great! We got him, Mac."

"Boom. Way to go, Flack!" Danny was grinning from ear to ear. Mac looked impressed.

"Yeah yeah, all in a day's work." Flack said nonchalantly, straightening his tie. "Now, I gotta go kick this guy's butt. Drinks at six, Danny?"

The compact CSI shot his best puppy eyes at Mac, who laughed.

"Yeah, you can go at six. Just don't stay up too late - bright and early tomorrow morning." he waggled a finger at his employee in jest.

"Thanks Mac." Donny said with a winning smile.

"Yeah, you're the best Mac."

"Yeah, I know it. Go on, get!" he shook his head and chuckled as he got a salute and a 'yessir' in unison from the two boys. Don winked at Danny quickly before striding into the lift. Danny blushed slightly, feeling happier than he had in ages.

Flack had returned to NYPD to find that complete pandemonium had broken out. -great, just what I need- he thought in irritation as he made his way to the holding cells. Realizing that this was the center of the commotion, he felt a cold dread take over as he figured out what had happened. One of the suspects, -his- suspect, had escaped.