"So you got shot?" Danny said when he had finished locking the door.

"You wouldn't rather see my cheerleading outfit?" Lindsay asked.

"We'll get back to that later Montana."

"Fine." Lindsay dropped her purse on the counter and shrugged off her sweater. She turned over her left arm, so he could see the tiny faint mark on the inside of the top of her arm. "It's nothing; I have a worse scar from when I feel off my bike when I was a kid."

"What happened?"

"You're a cop you know how things go. A suspect didn't like the idea he was about to be arrested and started shooting. I was behind the car taking cover; a bullet ricocheted off the hood and caught my arm. It's why I switch to being a CSI. I double majored in college in criminology and forensic science. It was a relatively small department and one of them just retired so it was well timed. So are you done overreacting to something that happened almost four years ago?"

"Yes."

"Good, because you've got more scars than I do."

"I grew up in a tough neighbourhood." Danny pointed out.

"I know." Lindsay replied. "Can we go to bed? We have to be at work in less than 8 hours."

"Okay." Danny agreed.

CSI NY CSI NY

"So how did dinner go last night?" Stella asked Lindsay as they continued to work on their case.

"It was good." Lindsay replied. "And you're right about the view from the top of the Empire State Building too."

"You went there last night?" Stella questioned.

"Danny thought since Becky had never been to New York before and was only here for the night that she would like to see it too."

"An attempt to impress the sister. Did it work?"

"She liked him anyway, although I don't think he convinced her that you living in New York beat Montana. She thinks Danny would like the open space and fresh air."

"I don't think Danny's ever really been out of New York apart from the conferences that Mac sends him to." Stella said. "He's a city boy."

"I'm a country girl." Lindsay smiled.

"Did Becky and the Professor catch their train back to Boston?"

"No. The FBI sent a car to pick them up, got homeland security to rush them through security so they could catch the 7am flight back to Boston from JFK."

"The FBI that's impressive."

"Apparently they couldn't wait three hours for their train to get in."

"That's the FBI for you never very patient." Stella smiled.

"Hey Lindsay." Hawkes appeared.

"Hey." Lindsay replied.

"Marty said to tell you he's a little hurt you didn't introduce him to your sister yesterday."

"Tell Marty she has a boyfriend and even if she didn't, she's my baby sister and there no way that was going to happen."

"Maybe you should tell him that yourself." Hawkes suggested.

"Isn't she only two years younger than you?" Stella asked.

"Yes. But Clay and Adam were 8 and 6 when I was born so I was the baby; Becky meant I didn't get treated like the baby anymore." Lindsay explained. "And I had someone to play with who didn't use me as target practice for throwing a football."

"Rumour has it you used to be a cheerleader." Hawkes crossed his arms.

"Danny has a big mouth. Did he mention that I got shot four years ago too?"

"You got shot?" Stella asked.

"It was nothing, a graze; a bullet ricocheted off a car hood and caught my arm. I barely even have a scar."

"That's good." Hawkes said.

"The scar from when I fell off my bike was worse, but my tattoo covers most of that."

"You have a tattoo?" Hawkes questioned his interested piqued.

"Why can't I keep my big mouth shut?" Lindsay muttered. "I have a heart on my hip; a group of us got them the day after we graduated high school."

"I thought you were more the flower type." Hawkes stated. "What's the state flower of Montana away?"

"Bitterroot." Lindsay replied.

"That's a flower?"

"Yes, Lewisia rediviva. It's a purplish-pink flower. It's really pretty. The Native Americans used to dig it up and trade it the root which could be used for food. But you can't eat it unless it's cooked, it's too bitter hence the name. They have this one story that the sun heard a mother crying because she didn't have any food for her children, so the sun turned her tears into bitterroot so they would always have food."

"That's nice." Stella said.

"I thought so the first time I heard it." Lindsay agreed.

TBC