"This picture. She seem familiar to you?"
"No sir. Never seen that chick before in my life."
"Sure. How'd ya get that?" Danny said pointing to the suspects wrist.
"I got a cat. It scratched me up a little. You know how that goes?"
"Nah, I'm more of a dog person myself. He's all yours Flack."
"Thanks Danny. Okay so the girl doesn't seem familiar and you've got s cat the just happens to scratch your wrist?"
"That happens a lot sir. Maybe as your next case you could do some investigation on cat owners." The suspect said standing up to leave.
"Funny, really, I'm dyin' over here. But I think you should sit down." He said walking over to Danny. Whispering he said, "Check out that cut, looks like there could be some trace in there."
"You got it daddy-o." Danny said as Flack left the room.
It had been a few months since Don and Lindsay had told the lab about the pregnancy. Everything had been the same old, same old, until Lindsay started getting morning sickness, and she started showing a bit. It seemed that Mac had her stay back in trace more than going out in the field.
"Hey babe? You paged me? You okay?"
"Yea, I'm fine. I'm just bored. This isn't my job, Don."
"No, your job is makin' sure our baby is healthy by not doing your paying job."
"Funny. It's not the same."
"I can imagine. Hell more than imagine, after the bombing last year I was out for a while."
"I remember, it was good you took time off though."
"Just the same way it is for you to take time off as well."
"Okay, I'll stop complaining, to you anyway."
"I better get back. Danny's a big boy, but he needs help with the suspects sometimes."
"Oh stop it, he's fine."
Laughing Flack said, "I know, but I don't wanna get in trouble. Love ya Linds." He planted a kiss on her forehead as she went back to her evidence.