Chapter 4

When they finally reached the area of the crime scene it had become immensely difficult to fight their way through the crowd. Whilst Danny made his presence known easily, Lindsay wasn't quite so lucky due to her petite stature. Danny glanced back and was barely able to see the top of his Yankee hat, which she was still wearing.

"Having issues?" he teased with a smirk.

"It's not easy being short," she retorted, clearly irritated. "My feet have been stepped on, I was nearly close lined, and my ass has been pinched at least three times," she complained as she caught up to her partner.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist," Danny quipped.

Lindsay tried to glare at him, but couldn't help but smile. Damn him for being so adorable.

Danny smiled back at her then grabbed her hand so that he could guide her through the mob. Various security guards were attempting to convince people to return to their seats, but without much success. Danny and Lindsay flashed their badges at one, who acknowledged them with a quick nod. Flack was standing a few feet away when he saw the two CSI's arrive. He was only slightly surprised to see Danny hold up the tape for Lindsay, whose hand he was holding. Well, well, well, what do we have here?

"Hey Don," Danny greeted, reluctantly dropping Lindsay's hand so that he could bend down and open up one of the kits Flack had brought.

"Hey," he returned, then turned to Lindsay, "Nice hat."

"It's Danny's," she told him, rolling her eyes.

"I see." That's very interesting.

"Give us the run-through," said Lindsay, taking the camera Danny handed her and beginning to take pictures of the victim, who was lying under a row of seats with a pool of blood around his head.

"Vic's name is Travis Morgan, 23 years old. He works as a concession vender here at the ballpark," Flack stated, having already spoken with the victim's boss after seeing his nametag. "He was found by a couple of kids who were running around up here just to say they'd been up at the top; not exactly the view they were expecting."

Danny walked over and knelt down next to the coroner, "What've you got?" he asked.

"TOD was no earlier than four hours ago, and judging by the wound on the front of his head, I'd guess the COD is blunt force trauma," came the reply.

"I've got some blood over here on the stairs," Lindsay announced. "He might of fallen, but then why would he be shoved under the seats?" she thought aloud.

"Maybe he was pushed," Danny suggested, earning him a nod from Lindsay. He was now looking at the man's uniform, which had a pin attached to it that read, 'Cotton Candy: $ 4.50.' "Who murders the cotton candy guy?" he wondered.

"Someone with a sweet tooth?" Lindsay offered as she swabbed the blood she had found.

Danny chuckled softly as he checked the money pouch around the man's waist. He was unsurprised to find it empty, so he dusted it for prints. The two processed away as quickly, yet thoroughly as they could (the scene wouldn't be taped off for any longer than it had to be, as the stadium had some rather important events to conduct). Even still, by the time they got back to the lab, it was late and both were exhausted.

Lindsay had been sitting in front of the computer screen for the last half an hour while it ran some prints through the system, her eyes threatening to close until someone placed a cup of steamy goodness in front of her. She inhaled the caffeinated scent of the life-giving liquid before taking a sip.

"Thanks," she said, "This stuff can work miracles."

"Don't mention it," Danny replied, taking a seat next her.

There was a little strand of hair dangling in her face, and Danny could swear it was calling his name. He tucked it behind her ear, not bothering to remove his hand directly afterwards. She caught his gaze and held it for several seconds. Just when Danny thought he couldn't restrain himself any longer, the computer beeped to alert them of a positive match. Saved by the bell, barely.

"Ha! I was right," Lindsay exclaimed, as she printed the results.

"How so?" Danny asked.

Lindsay lifted her coffee cup, "This stuff does work miracles."

TBC

I was so thrilled to read all of the wonderful reviews, so thanks again. I think there will probably be one more chapter after this one. I know it didn't have a whole lot of DL action in it, but I'm saving it for later ;)