Danny was about to open his mouth to answer her when Mac knocked on the open door and walked in.

"Danny, I need to speak with you for a moment." He looked entirely serious and dead tired; Lindsay knew not to mess with him. She backed away from the lockers and moved through the doorway, throwing a quiet 'bye' over her shoulder as she grabbed her jacket.

"Hey Linds," Flack said cheerfully as he caught up with her outside the locker room. "Did it work?"

She shot him a confused look. "Did what work?"

"Mac."

"You sent Mac in there? Why?" she asked incredulously as she stopped walking and turned to face him, her arms crossed loosely over her chest.

He mimicked her actions and looked down at her with an amused expression. "Lindsay, Lindsay, Lindsay," he scolded her playfully. "If I'm good at one thing, it's knowing how my friends are going to act when placed in certain situations. And that-" he uncrossed his arms and gestured towards the room Mac was currently leaving "-was not a situation that would have ended well."

Lindsay frowned and was about to say something when Flack leaned down and kissed her, effectively cutting her off. As he pulled back and his hands snacked around her waist, she asked, "What was that for?"

Flack grinned and moved his head a tiny bit to indicate Danny's presence at the end of the hall. "He's watching us. Figured we might as well give him a show. Plus it shut you up, didn't it?"

Smacking his arm playfully and pulling away towards the elevator, she grinned widely and laughed. "Okay, smart guy. If you know so much about how your friends act, perhaps you can tell me how my brother's going to react when he comes in tonight."

"That's tonight?"

"And you're going to have so much fun telling him about our little plan here."

"I thought you told him!"

She slipped her arm around him with a laugh as the elevator doors closed. "C'mon, sweetie. I'll make you your last meal when we get home."

He sighed dramatically and pouted. "The things I do to help my friends . . . hey! Can we have pizza?"

This wasn't fair. Just not fucking fair. And what was even worse – he didn't understand any of it.

To tell the truth, he was glad Mac had prevented him from answering Lindsay (even if it was to tell him that he needed Danny to come in on his day off the next day).

But then he had to walk out and see Flack and Lindsay . . . together in the hallway. Couldn't they get a room for that?

Danny sighed and looked out the window. He really needed to get some sleep.

TBC