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Did that sound like a gunshot to you? Maybe it was just a flower pot falling from the Empire State Building…Nah, it was just Mr. Sid Hammerback from the morgue.
Hmm. I wonder. What is HE doing in an ice-skating rink, of all places? Could it be because he can smell a dead body miles away? Mac Taylors' body WAS rotting, after all.
Nope.
"MINE!" Sid hissed, running straight for Danny Messer, who was still holding Flackie Wackie. Lindsey, who could smell conflict a mile away crept away to Stella and Hawkes, who were now on the seats. Sid snatched Flackie from Danny's hands.
"Why you nit picking nit!" said Danny, aghast that someone would try to destroy the close relationship that he had been building with the rat with huge paws. Danny was clearly hurt. He was pissed off. No one was going to date Flack without his permission, not even the hot and sultry Aiden Burn or Mister Sid Hammerback(-Bonasera)!
Danny jumped on Sid. Sid lost his balance and both of them fell to the ice. Yes, both of them. While Danny was messing around with his thoughts, Flackie Wackie, being the brightest non-CSI in the unit stole away to sniff a sunflower Stella had dropped outside the rink.
"Cat fight in a wet ice rink? Me likey!" says Stella. So she, Lindsey and Hawkes settled in for some Sid-Danny fun while eating the fish roe. Lindsey managed to slip some gin from the king of New York.
"Hey Hawkes, do you want some gin?" she offered to the only non-fighting male other than Flackie. Hawkes gave no answer and continued what he was doing.
What WAS he doing? Having a manicure? Looking for zits? Sheldon Hawkes was sitting next to a seat full of roses Stella bought. He was plucking the petals off, oblivious to the din around him, mumbling, "I'll get a rise…I won't get a rise…I'll get a rise…I won't get a rise…" You get my drift.
The quiet din was now noisy.