"Careful there Montana." Danny called out as Lindsay half slide down the incline. "Don't want you breaking anything."
"I'm so touched that you're looking out for my well being."
"Actually I meant the equipment." He shot back, grabbing the supplemental kit and opening it on the ground. "This stuff costs more than we make in a year combined."
Lindsay shot him a half disgusted glare, grabbed a pair of gloves and stomped off.
"Montana, I was only joking."
Danny watched as Lindsay started processing the area around the body. She was tense. Very tense.
"Monroe, seriously. I was just kidding." Danny walked over to help.
"What is this, some game? I just the shit as the new kid until someone newer comes along."
"Nah, it's not like that."
"So it's just me. You chose me to be the honored recepient of your snarky little barbs. And what, I'm supposed to be touched. Feel privileged." Lindsay looked at him with dagger eyes. "I actually thought that one day we might be friends. But to hell with that. I'm sick of this shit Messer. I won't be your target. Do me a favor. Don't say another damm word to me unless it's pertinent to the investigation. Okay?"
"Okay." Danny replied, somewhat in shock. This wasn't the Lindsay Monroe he was used to. His Lindsay would have just shot back an equally snarky reply. She wouldn't have been so defensive or nasty. Something was bothering her, but Danny knew from her rant that he was the last one she'd fess up to.
It was a pity really because he liked her. She'd proven herself to be a top notch investigator. And a good cop. And he did consider her a friend.
Maybe he'd just have to solve the riddle on his own. Put together the pieces the way she did when she found Mac's weekly Jazz date.
First he'd have to find the pieces.