a/n: sry bout the wait, I've been busy, and to tell you the truth, I've dreaded typing the rest up. But anyhoo, here's the next chappie.
Chapter 5
It took three days to solve the murder. Talking to neighbors, they concluded that there were three men who had a bone to pick with the vic, a Samantha Olburt. Flack brought in said men, and after interrogation, they all fessed up to the murder. This, along with three other cases passed through the NY Crime Lab, but it wasn't getting any easier for Danny to re-adjust.
"Hey Danny, I was wondering…Stella, Sheldon, Mac, and I are going out for dinner, you wanna come?" Lindsay walked in to where Danny was filing some last minute papers. Lindsay had been the best at pretending nothing happened, apart from the lecture she gave at the hospital.
"Yeah. Flack coming?" Danny asked. If Flack came it would be three on his side, and three on the opposing.
"I think so. We're going right now. Come on," Lindsay ushered Danny out of the room and down the stairs to where the rest of the crew were standing by the door.
"Hey Danny," Stella greeted.
"Where are we going?" he asked.
"Lombardi's. You heard of it?" Flack asked. "They've got pizza and Italian food." He added.
"Yeah, I've heard of it." They left the building and walked to the car. The car turned out to be a bit snug, but snugness was a better option than trying to get two cars around in New York City. Mac drove, Stella rode shotgun, and Lindsay, being the shortest one there, was chosen to ride center in the front. In the back seat, Danny was ruled the shortest, and thus, rode between Flack and Sheldon.
When they arrived at the restaurant, they surprisingly got a seat with minimal waiting. "Should we get a pizza to share?" Lindsay asked.
"Nah, I think I'll get the shrimp pasta. You can get a pizza though," Danny said, looking over the menu.
"Lindsay and I'll split a medium pizza, and you guys can get what you want," Flack said. Just then, the waitress came up.
"What can I get you guys?" she asked.
"I'll have this shrimp pasta," Danny said.
"We'll split this pizza number 3. Medium," Flack ordered for Lindsay and himself.
"And you?" she gestured towards Mac.
"I think we'll split this pasta meal, the one with the salad and breadsticks," he said.
"I'll have those right out to you," she left to put the order in to the kitchen. Everyone was quiet.
"Lindsay, how's the family back in Montana?" Stella asked.
"They're good. My dad found a replacement for me on the ranch," she said, feeling odd talking about this.
"You had a ranch? That's cool. Did you have horses and stuff?" Danny asked, smiling.
"Actually, yes. Mine was named Star. She was a good barrel racer. Well, this subject is rather boring. What about you Danny? Tell me about your family." She said. If she had to talk about her horse, Danny wasn't gonna get away with not saying anything.
"Well, My parents still live in Staten Island, where I grew up. My brother is still around here somewhere. I haven't talked to him in a while. My sister moved to Soho, in Manhatten. She's always been into that artsy stuff," he said.
"I'd like to meet her." Stella said. "Ah, here it comes." The waitress was walking up with the food.
"Here you go," she set the plates in front of them one by one. They ate in silence. Danny soon finished his pasta, and moved onto the pizza that he didn't want earlier.
"Stop it, you had your chance at pizza, but you didn't want it!" Lindsay slapped his hand when he wanted to reach for a second piece.
"Okay, okay," he said, laughing. Once they had eaten and paid, they headed out the door and back to the car. Flack had so immaturely called 'same seats' to Danny and Lindsay's disappointment, so they were still stuck in the middle.
"Hey, Mac? Could you drop me off at the next subway station? It'll save me from having to walk up to one," Danny asked.
"Sure. First, I'd like to say something though. I know it's been hard, but I'm glad you're back Danny. You really mean a lot to us," he said.
"Thanks…" Danny said. This was the oddest thing he'd heard his boss ever say. Stella laughed at his uncertainty.
"It's true Danny, if you weren't here, where would we get money to have dinner like this!" She said.
"What do you mean?" Danny asked, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.
"We're taking the bill out of your next paycheck. I thought you knew that. Flack was supposed to tell you." Lindsay said.
Danny laughed, figuring out the joke. "Ha ha guys." Mac stopped pulled over and Danny attempted to climb over Lindsay to get out the door. Lindsay, feeling spiteful, pushed him the rest of the way.
"Oops, sorry," she said, as she slammed the door shut. Mac laughed and drove off.
As Danny made his way to the platform, he thought about the night. How his friends seemed to have forgiven him, and things were gonna be better than they were even before this all happened.
END
this takes place before RSRD, so Danny is still having brother issues. anyhoo, i hope you enjoyed the last chapter of my story. Review please!
