Danny leaned back against the lab table watching with amusement as Agent Doogie conversed with Chad. The guy was like a kid in a candy store. He was honestly fascinated by their whole squad, from the very idea behind it to the results they had produced on the case.

"Amazing." Reid nodded to himself. "I'd heard about these CSI squads but I had no idea."

"It's not that big of a deal."

"But it is. A perfect melding of expert technical skills and detection. It's like a squad full of Sherlock Holmes's." Reid looked up to catch Danny smirking at him. "I sound like some kind of geeky fanboy don't I?"

"Just a little." Danny laughed. The laughing turned to coughing that took Danny several minutes to get under control. "Gawd, I sound like hell. I think I need that chicken soup. You hungry?"

"I could eat."

"Good. Let's hit the deli on the corner."

As they cut across the lab, Danny spotted Lindsay scowling at a computer in the adjoining room. "Hang on." He knocked on the open door, startling Lindsay. "Hey Montana."

"Hey Danny. Who's your shadow?"

"Special Agent Reid, FBI." Reid smiled at her.

"Lindsay Monroe." She glanced at the screen, frowning.

"We're going to the deli for some food. Should I bring you something back?"

"Chicken Salad on Rye too much trouble?"

"Nope. Anything else?"

"A computer that's not trying to drive me crazy." Lindsay's frown deepened.

"What's wrong?" Danny walked around to take a look at the screen.

"I'm trying to program a recreation of this shooting that Mac and I processed this morning and I keep getting errors. I hate this program."

Danny looked up at Reid. "You in a hurry?"

"Not if I watch."

"Then grab a stool and watch an expert at work." Danny gently nudged Lindsay out of the way.

Half an hour later, Danny had the recreation up and running and the three of them were sitting at a back table of the deli eating.

"Amazing." Reid nodded excitedly.

"Well we can't take credit for that trick. Some Chelsea computer geeks set it up as a senior project."

"Still, you could spend hours examining stills and not have mentally computed that the angles were completely wrong to match the eyewitness accounts."

"I bet you wouldn't have." Danny chuckled. "Being the mad scientist genius type and all."

"I'm smart, not perfect." Reid's phone chirped. "That's Hotch." He said as he flipped open the phone.

Danny and Lindsay ate while listening to their side of the phone conversation. Danny could tell from the look on Reid's face that he wasn't totally pleased by what he was hearing.

"Of course." Reid was nodding to no one in particular. "I can meet -- okay. Sure. Yeah. I can totally handle it. I'll be waiting for it."

"What's wrong?" Lindsay asked as Reid closed his phone.

"The team has been called to St Louis. Multiple kidnappings with a chance of still finding the victims alive."

"But you aren't leaving?"

'No. Hotch wants me to stay here, try to put together a profile for you. He's sending a courier with a field computer so Garcia can satellite the two of us."

"You seem a little nervous."

"I am." Reid took a long sip of his water. "This is my first solo consult." He glanced at Danny. "Now I'm really going to need that help." He looked at Lindsay. "From both of you."

"I'm game."

"Me too."