New York

Everyone saw it.

They mostly missed it, though, on first glance, it was so relaxed, so casual, and obviously not the first time. Everyone had been somewhat distracted at Aiden's funeral, each lost in their own thoughts and memories.

Now, at the reception Aiden's father had put together at an Italian place in Brooklyn, they were hard to miss. Danny had loosened his tie, leaning his weight against the back wall of the dimly lit restaurant nodding slowly at something one of Aiden's cousins was saying, offering his hand to Lindsay, standing beside him. She recognized his need for contact, and tangled her fingers with his, taking a step closer, and hiding them from view.

Danny's eyes were red and watery, but he had pulled himself together like men from Staten Island usually do, giving the appearance that he was okay, but no one from the lab bought it. When Aiden's cousin excused himself, and made his way to Aiden's aunt, Danny leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to Lindsay's forehead, without a word. She brushed away a tear that had started to roll down his cheek, before leaning against him, her shoulders resting gently against his chest. There was an element of comfort in their touch, and the ease at how they moved into each other's personal space was the telltale sign of familiarity.

It wasn't the first time he had held her, when it started, nobody could tell. Everyone watched out of the corner of their eyes as Danny slid his arms around her, hugging her to him with little effort, but her fingers found his arms, her touch was reassuring. Danny leaned his forehead against her curls, and Lindsay frowned in concern, rubbing his arm softly.

The other members of the team exchanged glances, making sure everyone else had caught what they had seen. There was something going on between Danny and Lindsay, but they had known that all along. Maybe it was nothing, just support. But maybe it was everything, and everything was what they needed the most.