"We got him." Flack leaned into the room. "Soon as he saw us, he was hit with a bad case of diarrhea of the mouth."

Lindsay and Danny shared a tired smile.

"And victim number eight?"

"Found alive. Docs say that he's dehydrated and has a broken leg, but other than that, he's fine."

"Thank goodness." Lindsay sighed.

"Two more bad guys off the streets." Danny held the door open for Lindsay. "I'm two days break. I'll see you guys on Monday."

"You going to see Louie?"

"Yeah."

"Give him our love."

"Sure thing."

"Messer, you want a ride?"

"Nyah. I'm good. Finally warm, and I could use the exercise." Danny nodded goodbye and started down the steps at a light jog.

"Okay. What about you, Monroe? Care to avoid mass trans."

"Sure." Lindsay glanced at Danny. "Can you give me a second? I just remembered something I needed to ask Danny."

"Okay. I'll grab my car and meet you at the corner."

Lindsay nodded and headed after Danny.

"Hey, Danny." Lindsay caught up with him before he got across the street.

"Montana, what's up?"

"I wanted to ask you something."

Danny nodded.

"The thing is, my uncle has season tickets to the opera. He's a fanatic. We were supposed to go tomorrow night but he threw out his back. If I don't use the tickets they're lost money, but I hate going by myself." Lindsay blushed. "So I was wondering if you'd like to go."

"You want me to go with you to the opera."

"Well, yeah. I mean during the subway case, it sounded like you might be interested in seeing an opera some time. If you ever had the chance."

"Do I have to wear a tux?"

"No. That night was a big gala thing. A nice suit will be fine. With a tie."

"I have to wear a tie? I don't know Montana." Danny smiled. "But I suppose I could handle it."

"So that's a yes."

"Sure, why not?"

"Hey, Lindsay." Flack called from his car.

"So the performance starts at 8. We could meet for dinner before."

"Sounds good." Danny glanced at his watch. "I gotta go if I'm going to make it before visitation is over."

"I'll leave you the details on your voice mail."

"Perfect." Danny hitched his bag on his shoulder. He waved at Flack and headed across the street.

"What was that all about?" Flack asked as Lindsay got into the car.

"Nothing." Lindsay smiled to herself. "I'll tell you about it later."