"Camille Flack, look at you," Danny stated as she and Don walked toward him and the other CSIs.

"Hello, Danny," she replied with a shake of her head.

Danny stood and hugged the younger girl. "It's been a while," he said as they parted.

"Yeah, it has been what two years or so?"

"I'm pretty sure it's been about that long." He looked at Lindsay as she stood up. "This is Lindsay Monroe, my girlfriend."

"It's nice to meet you," Lindsay said as she shook the other girl's hand. "So, your Flack's little sister?"

"Yeah, that's me the one and only." She looked at her brother. "I'm sorry that you have to work with him."

Lindsay smirked and glanced at Don. "He's alright."

"Alright, alright I am standing right here. Camille, this is Sheldon Hawkes and you remember Stella?"

Camille shook Sheldon's hand, and hugged Stella when she stood to say hi.

"It's been a while, Camille, your brother doesn't bring you around much anymore," Stella commented.

"Why don't you have a seat?" Don started to Camille. "You want a drink?"

"Uh, how about just a beer." She was sitting between Lindsay and Stella.

Lindsay took a sip of her drink then looked at Camille. "So, Camille, how were you so fortunate to meet Danny a while ago?"

"Oh, Don brought him to a family barbeque a couple years ago. One of the few that we were both at." Don set her beer in front of her then stood behind the girls with the other guys. Camille leaned over to Lindsay. "He's an alright guy, I guess. Danny, that is."

"You know him pretty well?"

"I met them a couple times after that for drinks. But nothing happened between the two of us. I don't think that would be a good thing at all."

Lindsay laughed. "He's a lot to handle sometimes. He's a good guy, though."

"Yeah, he and Don are close too. Oh, and if you want any good dirt on Don I got lots."

"No, no," Don interjected. "Linds, doesn't need to know anything."

"Keep going, Camille, tell us something good," Danny begged.

Camille furrowed her brow, thinking of something good to tell them. "I know. When Don was in eighth grade he asked this really cute girl to go to a dance with him, and my mom had to take him. When they went to pick the girl up she had given him the wrong address and it was an empty house."

Don shook his head with his mouth wide open. "I cannot believe you just told them that story."

"You know I could think of worse ones."

All of Don's friends were chuckling at the story his sister had just told. "Oh, I thoroughly enjoyed that story," Danny commented wiping his watering eyes from laughing.

Camille touched her brother's arm. "I'm sorry. You can tell one about…" she trailed off. "No, never mind."

"Oh, no, I'll tell one." He thought for a second. "No, I won't they don't know you well enough yet."

The others started into conversation about various things. Don watched his sister as she looked at her cell phone with a smile. She sent a text message in return then placed the phone back in her purse. The smile lingered on her face for a while as she listened to her companions' conversation.

"What was that about?" Don asked his sister quietly.

She looked at him confused. "Nothing, Mr. Nosey," she replied.

A little while later Camille had finished her beer then announced it was time for her to leave. Don offered to walk her out to get a cab. Stella said she would leave too. The three of them walked out of the pub and toward the curb. Stella gave Camille a quick hug to say goodbye and told Don she would see him at work.

"Tell me about the text message. A girl smiles when she gets a message from a guy," Don started as they waited for a cab.

"Really do we have to talk about it?" Camille asked keeping her eyes on the street.

"Come on, just tell me."

"I met him a while ago. We got set-up by some friends and it didn't really progress into much, just talking and hanging out every once in a while."

"And now?"

"Uh, I'll have to let you about that."

"You don't really know where it's going?"

"Honestly no, and I'm afraid to speculate," she smiled at him. "I may jinx it."

Don smirked and shook his head. "You're crazy."

"What I'm serious. Last time I got my hopes up about the whole thing and it didn't turn out well. So, this time I'm letting him do the work."

"And that involves sending cute text messages?"

A cab pulled up to the curb. "Yeah, those are pretty nice every once in a while."

"I wanna meet him."

Camille walked over to the cab, opened the door, but hesitated. "Maybe some time you will." She started into the cab.

"Hey, what's his name?"

Camille shook her head. "No, you are not doing a background check." She smiled and got in the cab.

Don watched her ride away in the cab. "Oh, I'll find out," he said to himself.