"What up, Doc?" Danny greeted Syd as he and Lindsay ended Autopsy.

"Broken bones." Syd waved them over to the table where one of their victims was laid out. "A great many of them."

"One of those broken bones kill him?' Danny asked.

Syd nodded and then proceeded to give him a catalog of exactly which bones were broken, cracked or crushed.

"Looks like this poor guy really pissed someone off." Danny observed. "What about his friend?"

"The exact bones are slightly different but the extent is equal."

"T.O.D?"

"The current cold snap may have cooled the bodies at a faster rate than normal. And influenced rigor. But there were no signs of postmortem damage such as animals. Between 12 and 24 perhaps."

"C.O.D?" Lindsay asked sharply. She had been so quiet, Danny actually forgot she was there.

"Hard to pin down exactly."

"Well how about a guess?" Danny noticed more than a touch of sarcasm in her voice.

"Easy there, Mon--" Her sharp glare cut him off. He decided to keep his focus on Syd and the bodies and hope that Lindsay wouldn't go Mr Hyde again. "What are the possibles?'

"It's likely a combination of blunt force trauma leading to shock and exposure." Syd picked up a hand, "The tint of the fingers is indicative of mild hypothermia from being outside in the cooler temperatures without proper coverage."

"So they were alive when they were dumped?"

"Indeed. But perhaps only barely."

"And trace on the bodies?"

"Unfortunately no, Miss Monroe." Syd's voice was clipped. He wasn't fond of being snapped at. But he seemed to understand that something was bugging Lindsay and didn't take the bait and snap back. "My visual exam showed only dirt matching the area you found the bodies."

Syd not so subtly turned his gaze on Danny. He was choosing to avoid Little Miss Pissy Mood as well. "Still, I collected as much of the dirt as I could, along with scrapings from their hair and combings from the hair. I also have hair samples and blood for DNA. Photos and copies of the X-rays should be ready and brought to you in about twenty minutes and of course I bagged all their clothes." He pointed to two carefully labeled brown bags.

"We'll take those to go." Danny said, grabbing them from the counter. "Thanks Syd."

"Any time." Syd nodded.

"Oh Danny."

Danny stopped in the doorway. "Yeah Syd."

"My nephew is going to be in town for a college interview. Law school actually. I was wondering if perhaps he could join you and Detective Flack for your basketball game again. He rather enjoyed it last time."

"Sure." Danny nodded and headed down the hall where Lindsay was impatiently waiting for the elevator. He reached the door right as it opened.

"If you and me are going to work this case, Monroe." Danny said, not bothering to look at her. "Would you please get over whatever crawled up your ass?"

"Excuse me?"

"You were rude back there. Very rude. Syd shouldn't have to parade what he does just to make you happy that he knows how."

"I never said--"

"Not in words, Monroe. Not in words."