"Morning." Danny ducked under the yellow tape.

"Hey Danny." Flack walked over. "I heard a rumor that Mac said to let you handle this one."

"That's what he said on the phone."

"Great news, right? Means he'd trying to get you on the list."

"Maybe."

"Of course it is."

"Don't put the cart before the horse Flack. I have to solve the case first."

"Well it's a peach." Lindsay joined them. "We've got at least 5 separate bodies."

"At least?"

"Well they aren't exactly intact. Hawkes didn't want to start moving the pieces until you saw the pile and we had everything thoroughly photographed."

"Lead the way, Montana."

"I'll be talking to our jogger and I'll have patrol start canvasing for security cameras."

"You read my mind."

Danny followed Lindsay down a short path.

"So Montana. How's your uncle doing?"

"Better. Thanks."

"Sure. Listen I had a good time the other night."

"I'm glad."

"Last week was not a great week."

"You were putting in some hard hours."

"That wasn't a big deal. I do that all the time. I mean we all do. Just with the court thing and then Louie."

"What happened to Louie?"

"He, uh, he had an incident. Heart failure. It's the fourth time. The docs are talking about the family taking him off the machines."

"I'm so sorry, Danny."

"It was a bit intense. Even my old man was crying and Louis Messer Senior never cries. I needed a night of normal, something to keep my mind off things. You, me and Figaro fit the bill."

"If you need to talk."

"Thanks, Montana." Danny pulled out a note pad and began sketching a general map of the pile of bodies. When he finished, he slipped the notepad in his kit and pulled out his camera. After checking it over, he joined Lindsay in going over the scene.

"You know, that's what I like about you and me."

"What's what you like."

"Well I know you haven't been around for very long but we're friends. We just sort of clicked like that. We're comfortable with each other. We work well together and we can just hang out and have a nice time with no expectations."

Lindsay felt her heart sink. "Yeah, just a couple of friends hanging out."

Danny stopped and looked at her. "You sound disappointed."

"No. Not at all." Lindsay said quickly."

"Ah, shit, Montana. You were asking me out on a date?"

"Well you hadn't gotten around to it. So I figured why not?"

"You thought I liked you?"

"Someone told me, that you called me Montana because you had a crush on me. I just figured that you didn't have the guts to ask me out so I'd ask you and then you'd know that I was okay with it."

"Who told you that I liked you? Was it Flack? I'll kick his ass."

"It's not important."

Look, Mon -- Lindsay. I do like you. As a friend. I mean maybe in the beginning it seemed like I had a crush on you. You're different than all the girls I grew up with so I was curious. But I don't like you in a dating way. I'm sorry."

"But we can still hang out, right? I mean just as friends. Because I enjoyed the other night."

"Sure we can hang." Danny nudged her playfully. "but not if we don't get this job done."

They spent the next few hours photographing the crime scene, layer by layer as Hawkes supervised the removal of the pieces, carefully tagging their placement as each piece was placed in an evidence bag.

"Can I ask you something?" Lindsay finished repacking her kit.

"Sure."

"Why do you call me Montana. I mean if it's not a crush."

"Cause you're from Montana. And cause I do like you. It sounds stupid I guess but I tease the people I like. Always have. If I don't like you, I ignore you."

"That's a bit twisted."

"I guess it is."

"And yet . . . I'm kind of glad. Not about the date misunderstanding. but about the liking thing. I was worried, you know coming in like I did. I heard that you and Detective Burn were friends."

"And you figured I'd hate you for swooping in and taking her place. That's a bit twisted."

Lindsay laughed. "Maybe we should hook up. Sounds like we are made for each other."

"What, and ruin what we've got. No thanks."