A/N - Sorry it's taken a while to update...and it's not even a great chapter. I've been at the beach with a computer, but without the internet. Happy reading.
"Lindsay." Mac's voice startled Lindsay, but she recovered enough to listen to the rest of his directive. "You and I need to meet Flack at a crime scene. We've got a body on a roof in Manhattan."
Mac began walking out of the lab without looking behind him to see if Lindsay was following. Lindsay yawned and followed.
The night before, Lindsay had been looking forward to an afternoon and night of nothing but sleep. However after her encounter with Flack, Lindsay had gone home a little wound up. The result was that she had fixed her garbage disposal, dusted, vacuumed, and rearranged her living room – all on her own. All of that work had left no time for cooking pot roast and less time for sleeping than Lindsay had originally planned.
When Lindsay and Mac arrived at the crime scene, Flack and some uniformed officers were waiting. As she got out of the car, Lindsay and Flack's eyes met momentarily, before he looked quickly at the ground. Lindsay had almost forgotten yesterday's fight and her promise not to speak to Flack. She had never intended to get so mad at Flack, but Lindsay decided that she would play this up a little more and make Flack suffer a little longer.
"I'll go up to the roof and start photographing the scene." Lindsay said to Mac. Mac nodded his head and watched Lindsay walk by Flack and into the building. Flack had looked up as Lindsay walked past, as if he might say something. But when Lindsay ignored him, he dropped his head back down and stared at the ground.
"So Danny's story from yesterday isn't, well, one of Danny's stories?" Mac asked with an amused chuckle. He walked up in front of Flack and when Flack looked up he saw a huge grin had spread across Mac's face.
"I don't know what happened, Mac." Flack said. He stopped, took a breath and began again. "Okay, I know what happened…but I wasn't thinking and Lindsay blew things way out of proportion."
"Flack, my advice is to go make nice so we can all get something done today." Mac said sternly. Beneath his steely words, Flack could hear that Mac really cared about what was going on with his team…and he found this as funny as Danny had.
Lindsay was up on the roof, taking pictures of almost everything in sight. The roof was definitely their primary crime scene. Other than the fact that the body was lying in plain sight, there were directional blood droplets and marks that showed signs of a struggle.
Lindsay had been inspecting the blood droplets that led across the roof when something caught her eye. She was going to get a closer look when she heard footsteps behind her.
"Hey, I think I might have found something interesting. Check this out." Lindsay said, almost gleefully. Lindsay had assumed it was Mac behind her and didn't bother to look up – her eyes glued to the evidence.
"You make everything interesting." A thick New York voice said from behind her. Lindsay knew instantly that it wasn't Mac behind her. "I thought you weren't talking to me."
Lindsay turned around and glared at Flack. "I'm not a professional mime, you know. I have to talk to you to work." Lindsay turned back to the spot she was examining. "Look at this. I think we have two attackers. There are three set of fabric imprints in the dirt and blood here. One is obviously our victim, but I think the other two points to two suspects. You should be looking for two people instead of just one."
Lindsay stood up and turned around to face Flack.
"You're freakishly good at what you do. You know that, don't you?" Flack said.
"Yes. I do." Lindsay said with a proud and smug smile.
"Hey, Lindsay…about yesterday…" Flack began. Suddenly there was a really interesting spot on the ground in front of he and Lindsay and his feet didn't seem to want to stay still.
"Flack, just forget it. It's really not a big deal." Lindsay said, giving Flack an easy out.
"No, no… I need to make nice. I didn't really get what I was saying at the time." Flack said. He still hadn't looked at Lindsay to see if she was still mad. To be honest, Flack was actually afraid that even after Flack apologized, Lindsay would still be mad at him. "Okay… I didn't really understand what had made you so mad until Danny and Stella both hit me upside the head, but I get it now. I'm sorry."
Flack wasn't staring at the ground anymore. Now, he had picked an interesting flock of clouds to examine. Lindsay smiled at Flack, although he couldn't see it. He was fidgeting and scanning the ground and sky, and Lindsay could tell that he was genuinely sorry. She had been caught up with taking in Flack's nervous behavior and hadn't responded to Flack's apology.
This finally set Flack on edge. Flack brought his eyes down out of the clouds and leveled them on Lindsay's gaze.
"Come on, Monroe. I'm sorry. Say something. I can't take this silent treatment. You gotta take pity, this has been really hard on me." Flack pleaded.
"It's been less than 12 hours and we haven't seen each other since I stopped talking to you. You just want some pot roast." Lindsay said, raising her eyebrows expectantly. Flack felt that even though he couldn't see a satisfied smiled on Lindsay's lips, he could hear faint traces of it in her voice.
"Yes…. I mean, no….I mean, it would be nice, but….no… I…. Argh! You and your pot roast. Now you're just trying to get me in trouble!" Flack said rather loudly, garnering looks from the officers who had secured the area.
"7 o'clock at my place." Lindsay said. She smiled a broad smile a playfully hit Flack in the shoulder.
"Huh?" For a detective, Flack wasn't following Lindsay's thoughts so well.
"I've invited Danny, Stella and Mac over for pot roast tonight at 7. Now that I've forgiven you and I'm speaking to you….I guess you're invited to have pot roast tonight."
"Do you make a good pot roast?" Flack asked, wondering if he was pushing his luck by questioning Lindsay's skills at something else.
"Yes! It's cooking as we speak. It will be incredibly tender and roasted to perfection with vegetables and incredible juices." Lindsay said, supplying a mouth watering description.
Flack grinned. His grin turned into a smile that almost radiated excitement, happiness and relief. Lindsay swore she could see Flack drooling, just thinking about the pot roast. Feeling she had done enough to entertain Flack for the morning, Lindsay turned back to processing the scene.
"Hey, Lindsay?" Flack asked with an air of caution. Lindsay turned around, simply letting her eyes ask what he needed. "Did you, uh, fix your garbage disposal?"
Lindsay shook her head in disbelief, and Flack wondered if his dinner invitation was again hanging in the balance.
"Yes."
Flack sighed in relief at Lindsay's reply that was accompanied by a smile and a gentle smack to the back of his head.
