It was evening, a few days after Lindsay had been kidnapped by Davis, and Stella was home doing something she rarely, if ever did. She was watching the news. She had just pulled a double and thankfully she was off tomorrow. She has been working a lot of overtime since Lindsay had been on medical leave.

Today though, had been the young woman's first day back and Stella, for one, was glad of it. It was nice to have her back in the lab, none the worse for wear. It was even more fun watching her and Danny interact with each other at work now that they were together.

They were worse than a couple of teenagers.

Stella smirked and turned her attention back to the news when a familiar face filled the screen. Stunned she reached for her remote and turned up the volume.

The cameras were shooting outside of the courthouse and in the background a man could be seen, being lead down the steps in handcuffs. He was flanked by two uniformed officers and a detective she knew from Major Cases was leading him towards the waiting squad car.

The guy they were arresting was Carl Riker.

In other news. Attorney Carl Riker, son of Congressman Joseph Riker was arrested today at the New York City Courthouse hours before he was to defend Alex Davis, against charges of kidnapping, raping, and murdering twelve year old Rachel Adams and thirteen year old Julie Martinez.

Mr. Riker is accused of jury tampering and bribing a federal judge. When asked for comment on the charges being brought against Mr. Riker and what evidence they may have to support these claims, Assistant District Attorney Jessica Astor, had this to say.

The camera image sifted to show a coolly composed Jessica Astor standing outside the courthouse steps.

I can not at this time, speak to the evidence that has led us to this arrest. I can only say that it was delivered to this office by a credible source. I am sure that the District Attorney will have a full statement prepared very soon. If you will excuse me.

The A.D.A. was filmed following the officers as they led Riker away and Stella could only stare.

When she snapped out of her shock she grabbed her cell phone and hit speed dial.

Hello Stel.

He answered on the second ring.

"Did you know about this?" She could practically feel him smiling on the other end.

I may have heard something.

Stella frowned.

"Mac Taylor if you don't tell me how you pulled this off this instant…" She tried to think up an appropriate threat but it had been a long day and she was tired.

Good night, Stella. I'll see you tomorrow.

He hung up. Stella fumed and clicked off her cell phone.

"I'm not in tomorrow, genius," she mumbled and sighed.

She thought about calling him back but she knew him so well and knew that it wouldn't do any good. Mac Taylor knew how to keep a secret and he wasn't about to divulge that he was up to his neck in whatever happened to Riker.

Infuriating, exasperating man!

Mac Taylor hadn't expected Stella to call him back. He figured she would wait and corner him so she could wheedle everything he knew out of him in bits and pieces. He glanced down at his phone and checked his caller idea. He frowned. It wasn't Stella.

"Taylor," he answered.

Did you catch the news tonight, Detective?

Mac smiled and shifted the receiver to his other ear.

"Mr. Whitney. How are you?"

Dreadfully hot. I do so hate South America during this time of year.

Mac started and then remembered how Whitney was dressed the last time he had seen him. He had thought that he was headed somewhere tropical but he would never have guessed South America. He wanted to ask where in South America Whitney had happened to find himself, but Mac knew he wouldn't get any sort of answer.

"Jessica had called me and told me they were going to arrest Riker. I owe you one, Mr. Whitney."

I might have to take you up on that someday Detective Taylor. Good day.

Whitney disconnected and so did Mac.

He was sitting on his couch a few minutes later wondering just what sort of favor a man like Lewis Whitney might want and hoping that he might never find out.

With the arrest of Carl Riker, Alex Davis had to use his assistant during his preliminary hearing and was almost immediately remanded for trail. His Jury trial took place almost three weeks later. Danny and Lindsay along with Stella and Hawkes were all being called by Jessica to give evidence.

The motion for dismissal that Riker had filed to get the evidence dismissed had died a hideous death after his arrest.

Lindsay was currently pacing down the corridor, outside of the courtroom she would be called to enter in a few minutes, wringing her hands nervously. Danny was seated on a bench in the corner watching her.

She looked good today, dressed in a business suit with her hair pinned up. She looked like the sexy teacher in Van Halen's Hot for Teacher video. Danny had loved that video as a kid.

He was resisting the urge to pull her into the closest broom closet he could find and kiss her senseless. He didn't think she or Jessica would appreciate it at this moment.

Lindsay rung her hands again and wore another grove in the floor.

"Monroe, ya gotta calm down. 'Sides you've done this before. You'll be all right."

Lindsay frowned at him.

"True, I have done this before, but this time…"

She couldn't put into words the myriad of emotions that assailed her. She was hesitant to say it was more important or more personal, because she had, had other cases in the past that were just as personal and she considered all of her cases important. This case, though, had another level to it and it was hard to put into words.

Danny rose and walked over to her, taking her hands in his.

"You'll be great," he said simply and kissed her gently. Just then the bailiff came out and told her that they were ready for her.

She smiled weakly.

"Wish me luck." He squeezed her hand and she smiled before following the bailiff.

He watched her go, keeping his gaze on her until she was out of sight. If he had is way she would never be in the same room with Alex Davis for the rest of her natural life, but he knew she hadn't needed to hear that.

He also knew that even if he had said something it wouldn't have done any good. She was stubborn like that.

Danny started to pace in the same manner that Lindsay had earlier. He was worried but he also knew the evidence was solid.

Alex Davis didn't have a pot to piss in. He was going down.

A few hours after they had given their evidence, Danny and Lindsay had headed back to the lab to await Stella and Hawkes. They had a few outstanding cases so they spent some time working them, catching up on paperwork, and for a few bliss filled seconds, making out in the janitor's closet.

It was by far the best part of the day, until Stella and Hawkes returned with the news.

"Sorry we're so late," Stella came in and apologized. "We waited for the verdict."

Both Danny and Lindsay perked up and gave her their full attention.

"Well," Lindsay prompted.

Stella smirked and remained silent for a moment to let the dramatic tension build. When it looked like her colleagues were about to burst a blood vessel she told them.

"Life without the possibility of parole."

The two CSIs before her seemed to breathe a collective sigh.

"Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy," Danny said, sarcastically. Lindsay was smirking and about to add her own snarky comment when Mac interpreted their little pow-wow.

"We got a robbery gone bad down at First National. Possibly four DB's, and a lot of money, gone. I need all of you."

He said no more, just turned and walked out, knowing they would follow him. The four exchanged looks and went to get their kits.

Their work it seems; would never truly be done.