This one is kinda funny, depending on who's POV you look at it from.

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Interrogation

Danny and Lindsay arrived five minutes early to work, much to the surprise of Stella and Hawkes who were in the locker room when they arrived. Stella looked almost as bad as Lindsay and Danny felt.

"Damn Stel, you look like hell" Danny said jokingly.

"Thanks a lot Dan, you don't look too good yourself" she said as she noticed him flinch at the sound of her locker shutting.

"So, you guys have fun last night?" said Hawkes, who was annoyingly chipper as he hadn't drunk nearly as much as the others last night, clear sarcasm in his voice.

"Shut up Hawkes" all three said at the same time.

Danny and Hawkes made their way to the break room for much needed coffee, Danny shot a glance at Lindsay as he walked past, smiling.

Stella being the investigator that she is noticed it immediately.

"So...what happened" she asked her younger co-worker, excitement in her voice.

"What happened when?" Lindsay wasn't in a fit state for questions; she could barely concentrate enough to walk without falling over.

Stella simply added "Danny?"

A small smile traced Lindsay's lips. Stella of course noticed. "That good hey?"

"Let's put it this way, I'll never look at a pool table the same way again." Lindsay said, tilting her head towards Stella with a giggle.

"The pool table? That's a new one."

"Yeah, not that comfy to sleep on though." The girls were laughing as they walked out of the locker room, headed towards the break room, equally in need of a caffeine hit.

Meanwhile in the break room, Danny and Hawkes had got their coffee and Hawkes was just about to ask him about Lindsay when Flack walked in.

"Danny boy!" Flack said, equally as chipper as Hawkes. He clearly hadn't drunk much the night before either.

"Don't start Flack, I'm not in the mood" said Danny, half angrily, half pained. His forehead was rested on his arms which were flat on the desk.

"No way Dan, you ain't getting out of this..." Flack pulled up a chair the other side of Danny so he and Hawkes were effectively surrounding him "...and remember, I'm a tough interrogator, you've seen it, so it's best you just give it up."

"Yeah Danny, so, you and Lindsay shared a cab last night?" added Hawkes.

"Yep" was Danny's response, still refusing to lift his head.

"and..." continued Hawkes.



"And... we played pool."

"You played pool? That's it?" added Don, using his interrogation voice.

"Yeah, that and we drunk a whole bottle of Jack Daniels..." head still down "...hence the monster stomping around my head and my silence from now on."

At that moment Lindsay and Stella walked in and Danny's interrogation had to stop anyway.

"Good Morning Ladies!" said Flack cheerily, sensing their hung-over moods.

"Shut it Flack" Stella barked in response.

Lindsay grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, sat at the table; well more like flopped into the chair, and held the cool bottle her head. Stella came over with coffee for the two of them when Mac came in.

Seeing more than half of his team were a bit 'worse for wear' he dropped his file on the desk, making a loud bang, earning him angered grunts from Danny, Lindsay and Stella for the gesture.

"Good night I take it?" Mac added, with a smile on his face.

The three of them simply grunted what Mac could only assume was a "yeah".

"Well seeing as you had such a good night, Lindsay and Stella, you can have the floater that was found this morning in the Hudson over by the Brooklyn Bridge. You'll enjoy it, it's appears he's been there for some time."

Lindsay suddenly stood up and ran to the bathroom. Stella was just about to join her when Mac added "Well, we can't have that at a crime scene can we, good job I was joking." Flack and Hawkes laughed, Danny's head was still on his arms and Stella still looked like she should be joining Lindsay.

Lindsay returned shortly after, still looking like death warmed up.

"As I was saying after you left Lindsay, the floater..."

"Please, don't Mac"

"As I was saying, there is no floater." Lindsay glared at him, seeing the smile on his face. "Lucky for you three, it was a quiet night in the city, no cases as of yet so you can catch up on other cases or paperwork." With that, he left, quickly adding with a smirk before he shut the door, "oh, and drink plenty of water." BANG, he slammed the door on purpose, causing Danny jump, lifting his head, his eyes squinted at the bright light in the break room, and Stella and Lindsay to clutch their heads.

"So Stell, we know these two drank a bottle of JD between them last night which is why they look like hell, what's your excuse?" asked Flack, breaking the blissful silence for the three patients.

"Cocktails ... never drink cocktails" Stella said, clear pain in her voice.

"I'll remember that, come on boys..." Flack signalled to Danny and Hawkes, "... you can catch me up on the evidence for that druggie I've had sat in my cells for two days."

Danny reluctantly dragged himself out of the chair and left the break room. Once they had reached Hawkes office where the files for the case were Danny slumped into one of the chairs, hanging his head back with his hands over his face.

Flack and Hawkes couldn't help but laugh.



Danny sat back up, "So, the druggie..."

"No, we're not here about that, Hawkes told me everything yesterday, I just wanted to get you out of their so we could continue our conversation."

Danny sighed and returned to his previous position.

"I told you, we played pool, raised the stakes, 100, miss a shot, take a shot, which is where the JD came in."

"You missed enough shots to go through a whole bottle of JD?" asked Flack confused.

"Well, she was distracting, it was only fair I distracted her back, you should have heard what she whispered in my ear" said Danny, sitting back up.

"What did she say?" asked Hawkes

"Oh no, no, no, I ain't telling you, let's just say, it made me completely miss the white ball."

"Damn, didn't know she had it in her." Said Flack, visibly shocked.

"I get the feeling there's more" added Hawkes, Danny was quickly regretting his choice of career, he wouldn't have had this if he were a mechanic, he could've hidden things much more easily.

"There was a forfeit for the loser."

"Who was...?" asked Flack

"Me ..." Danny looked at his friends, their faces begging for more information, "... I had to make breakfast."

"Damn, she played the breakfast card" Flack added, secretly impressed by his interrogation skills.

"And..?" asked Hawkes. Damn these guys don't let up.

"and let's just say ... I'll have to get my pool table re-covered." Danny returned his head to its position looking at the ceiling with his hands over his eyes. The other men in the room, clearly shocked, laughs began to build through their chests.

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