Danny and Lindsay According To…

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters; this is simply my imagination put to paper.

Summary: Flack interrogates Danny

Chapter 2 – Flack

When Mac and Danny finally arrived at the scene, they were greeted by a rotund middle-aged detective who felt compelled to make a comment about Danny's appearance.

"Good god, Messer! What happened to you?" he teased, trying to stifle his laughter.

Danny knew that he looked bad, but he didn't know that he looked that bad. He thought that he could pull himself together on the drive to the scene. He wanted to tell Detective Johanssen what he could do with his remarks, but as soon as he spotted Flack, he prepared himself for even more public humiliation.

Just as Danny and Mac approached Flack, Flack turned around and spotted the pair. He made a face that could only mean one thing – he was swooping in for the kill. He took notice of the dark circles under his friend's eyes and the redness that was present.

"Three days off weren't enough for you, Messer? You look like hell!"

Danny barely made eye contact with him and said sarcastically, "Thanks, Flack."

As Danny walked past him, Flack noticed the smirk on Mac's face. Usually at a scene, Mac was quite stoic. The DB wasn't going anywhere so he decided to investigate this secondary "crime scene." He silently asked Mac what was wrong with Danny, but all he got in return was a huge smile and a gesture toward Danny, as if to say, "Ask him."

He turned quickly on his heels and kept pace with Danny. Since Flack was not known to be shy he was not going to let this rest. When Danny stopped to squat to collect a sample, Flack squatted next to him. Danny knew that this wasn't going to be over until he had told everyone what happened, but he wasn't going to make it easy for them.

"So, Messer," Flack started. "What's up?"

Danny didn't bother to look at him, hoping to discourage his friend's curiosity.

"Just need to catch up on some sleep, that's all. You gonna work or you gonna talk?"

"I'm gonna talk. So, what's going on with you that's got Mac smiling at a crime scene?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Flack."

"Oh, come off of it, Messer. You know damn well what I'm talking about. I'm going to find out sooner or later. What happened? Did you finally…"

Just then, the shiny gold band caught his eye. His eyes flew open and he exclaimed,

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT, MESSER?"

Danny still refused to look at him.

"What does it look like, Flack? And you wonder why I'm the CSI."

"Danny, is that what I think it is?"

"And what, pray tell, do you think it is?"

Flack rubbed his eyes and squinted to make sure his eyes weren't deceiving him.

"Did you…When…What…How…What the hell is going on, Messer?"

Danny realized that at this point Flack wasn't going to let it go, so he told him matter-of-factly, "I got married. Okay?"

"WHAT? You did WHAT?"

Danny finally looked at him, the exasperation evident on his face. He enunciated his words quite clearly, "I said, 'I got married.'"

"WHAT?"

Danny sighed dramatically and resumed processing.

"Wait a minute, Messer. You can't drop a bomb like that on me and expect that to be the end of it. Who the hell married you?"

"Thanks for your vote of confidence, my friend. I'll have you know that there are lots of women who would have loved to marry me, but there was only one who was worthy of the privilege."

Flack rolled his eyes as he spoke. "Lindsay."

"Yes, Lindsay and I are married. She is now Mrs. Lindsay Messer. Now that that's all cleared up, can we please get back to work?"

"No, we cannot get back to work. I want details!" Flack exclaimed rather loudly.

Danny looked around to see who had heard him, stood up and grabbed his friend's arm, almost knocking him over in the process.

"Can you keep it down? Do you know what will happen if these guys found out I got hitched? They'll make my life miserable!" Danny hissed quietly.

"They're gonna find out anyway, Messer. Anyway, I'm not trying to put your business in the streets, I want the details." The look that he gave Danny made it clear that he wasn't dropping the subject until he was satisfied. Danny sighed heavily and conceded defeat.

"There's not much to tell. We had a few days off, I suggested we get married…"

"YOU suggested…"

"We flew to Vegas, got married, and here we are. Satisfied, Old Lady Flack?"

"Wait a minute, Messer. YOU suggested marriage? What is this world coming to? I thought for sure I'd get hitched before you did." Flack looked at him and laughed, then turned and walked away.

Before exiting the room he turned back to Danny and said seriously, "Congratulations. You have a good wife. You'd better be good to her or else…"

"Or else what?" Danny barked with a smirk.

"Or else I'll sic Stella on you!"

Flack noticed Danny's contorted face at the mention of Stella's name.

"She doesn't know?" Flack asked in an amused manner. He took out his cell phone, began dialing and left the room, leaving a trail of his maniacal laughter behind him.