The sun was shining, it was a beautiful day and Lindsay found herself at a double homicide and absolute bloodbath. Lindsay looked at the scene that she and the rest of the day shift had just finished processing and shook her head. Lindsay loved her job, but days and crime scenes like this made her wish for a moment that she had made a normal career choice – like a ballerina or blacksmith or something.

Lindsay and Stella had been processing one of the bodies and Danny and Mac had the other. It was a team effort and would more than likely take more than one trip to get all the evidence back to the lab.

Lindsay sighed and massaged the back of her neck, trying to get the kinks out. Lindsay had worked a double, and was relieved that her shift ended with this crime scene. Otherwise, she was pretty sure that Danny or Mac would be scraping her body off the pavement and taking her home.

When Lindsay and Stella came out of the building, they saw Flack finish questioning a neighbor and Mac and Danny over loading up the trucks.

"You look exhausted." Stella said, the motherly concern creeping into her voice. "You're going home after this right?"

"Yeah," Lindsay said. "I was off about an hour ago. I was going to have one of you drop me off on your way back to the lab."

Lindsay and Stella walked over to the rest of the group, where all the guys were talking and waiting.

"Hey, Mac, can we drop Lindsay off at her place on our way back to the lab?" Stella shouted out as she approached the group.

Mac was about to answer when Flack jumped in. "I can give you a ride, Monroe. I'm going that way."

"We're all going that way, Casanova." Danny said, just low enough for only Flack to hear.

"Thanks, Flack. That'd be really nice. I just don't want to take the subway…I don't think I'd stay awake long enough to find my stop." Lindsay said. By now, almost everyone could hear how tired she was.

Mac and Stella stepped away, leaving the three younger detectives to talk amongst themselves. It had been obvious to Lindsay that Danny and Flack had been planning something and deep in conversation before she and Stella had walked up. Lindsay decided to let them finish talking and wait for Flack by his car. As Lindsay walked away casually, she heard her name being shouted back at her.

"Montana! Wait up." Lindsay sighed at the nickname, but was too tired to give Danny any kind of grief over it. Lindsay stopped and watched Danny and Flack walk over to her. "Some of us are going to go out for drinks after work. You want to meet up with us?"

"Thanks, but no thanks guys." Lindsay said. She watched both of their faces fall with disappointment. When Lindsay realized that both guys were trying to remember reasons that she might be mad at them and not want to go out, Lindsay decided to put their minds at ease. "It's not that I don't want to, but I'm tired and I've got some work to do around the house."

"You're blowing us off to dust?" Flack asked with a chuckle.

Lindsay rolled her eyes at Flack.

"No." Lindsay shot back. "I'm not cleaning. There's something wrong with my garbage disposal. I need to take it apart and see what's wrong. I'm either going to fix it or replace it."

"A garbage disposal?" Danny asked in mock disbelief. "Real glamorous, Montana."

Lindsay smiled. She wasn't too sure why. It wasn't like Danny had cracked a joke or anything.

"Why don't we come over and take a look at it for you." Flack offered. He was trying to be nice and chivalrous.

"I can fix it. It's not a problem." Lindsay assured Flack.

"No, really." Flack insisted. "Let us come fix it for you. We're guys. We know what we're doing."

Flack's statement had two effects. Danny dropped his head to his hands in disbelief and Lindsay stared at Flack like he was an idiot. Lindsay waited a few seconds, and let Flack's words sink in before she responded.

"Are you saying that I can't fix things around my own house?" Lindsay demanded. Her voice was getting louder with every word, and while her words didn't sound completely angry they did convey that she was annoyed.

"I think…" Flack began, but he was cut off just as soon as he started.

"Because I'm a girl?" Lindsay said.

There it was, thought Danny. Lindsay wasn't annoyed because Flack thought she couldn't fix things. She was annoyed because Flack implied that girls weren't as adept as guys at fixing things.

"It's just that fixing things isn't something girls are usually good at…" Flack explained. He still hadn't realized the dangerous territory that he had entered.

"Danger Will Robinson, danger." Danny warned quietly. Flack just looked at Danny like he was crazy. Evidentially Flack had never watched reruns of Lost in Space as a kid.

"So I suppose that you'd rather I stood around in the kitchen cooking for you while you fix things?" Lindsay shot at Flack. The humor of the situation had worn off a while ago for her.

"Can you make pot roast?" Flack joked. His tone and body language conveyed to Lindsay that he was being an absolute ass and didn't take her seriously on bit. To Danny, it all conveyed that Flack was being an idiot and was completely clueless about how angry he had made Lindsay.

"Argh!" Lindsay growled in frustration. "You know what, Flack? I'm going home and fixing my own garbage disposal. And when I'm finished, I'm going to put on my cute little apron and cook a delicious pot roast, and then Danny will eat that pot roast and it will be the best pot roast he's ever had."

Danny's head snapped up at the mention of his name. Until now, he had decided that it was best to keep his head down and stay out of things until either Flack pulled his head out of his ass or Lindsay calmed down.

"How am I involved in this?" Danny asked hesitantly.

"You didn't demean me as a woman, so you get pot roast and Flack doesn't. You will eat it and enjoy it!" Lindsay said to Danny, looking at him with a look that told him not to contradict her right now.

"Down girl." Danny said, throwing his hands up in defeat. "I'll eat the pot roast."

"Thank you." Lindsay said unconvincingly to Danny.

She turned to look at Flack. Lindsay had to admit that this had all started as a way to joke with and poke fun at Flack. But she had let it escalate. It was a little unfair to Flack, he looked as if he really didn't understand what had happened right in front of him.

"And you…" Lindsay leveled her gaze on Flack, who was beginning to look like a dog that thought he was in trouble but couldn't figure out what for. "Until you pull your head out of your ass, I'm not speaking to you. And there will be no pot roast!"

Lindsay yelled the last part over her shoulder as she began walking down the street towards the subway. Lindsay wasn't feeling the least bit tired anymore.