"Rotten CSIs," Stan muttered, as he came to. "Hitting me, and tying me up." He shot a glance over to see Danny and Lindsay talking, not evening paying any attention to him at all. "Hey! I'm talking over here." The CSIs' heads shot up and looked over at him, and Danny smiled. "Oh, don't you dare smirk at me, boy."
"Why not?" Danny asked, as he looked over at Stan, noticing the bruise that was forming on the man's face from where he had hit him.
"How's the girl?" Stan tried to sit up but quickly found that it was impossible to do since his hands and feet where tied behind his back.
"I'm fine," Lindsay said in a flat voice as she looked over at him. "No thanks to you. I'm lucky you're not a good aim."
"Oh, well I actually missed the spot I was aiming for."
"Oh, I fell so much better now." Lindsay curled more into Danny's side, and he shot a glance down at her. "I'm just a little hungry, nothing much more than that."
"Yeah, me too," Danny said, as he reached out and took up her hands. "I was actally thinking of asking you out to dinner today."
"Really?" Lindsay looked up at him with a small smile, as she reached out to traced the side of his face. "That sounds nice. Food sounds nice."
"Oh, really?" Lindsay nodded. "What kinds of food." Lindsay shrugged, as she curled more into him, for the temperature had really dropped. "Okay, food from a can, food from a box, food a fast food place, food ya make ya self?"
"Homemade food." Lindsay shivered, and Danny tightened his hold on her more. "Unless you burn it. Then fast food is always good." That got Danny to chuckle. Danny shot a glance down at her to see that she was almost asleep and he shook her awake. "What?"
"Hey, you need to stay awake. You gotta keep me company."
"What are we going to talk about?
"I don't know, baseball?"
"I don't know much about it."
"I do, I used to play it."
"Oh, good for you. You can teach me how to play it better once we can get out of here." Danny ran a hand down her back and felt her shiver. "Cause I'm not all that good."
"I'll see what I can do, Linds," Danny whispered, as he shot a glance over to see that Stan had somehow gotten himself up against the wall. "But we'll have to wait until Spring."
"Yeah, Spring, when it's nice outside. We don't have a baseball team do we?"
"You would have to ask Mac about that, and if we don't have one, I'm sure we can start one up."
"I'm sure you would be the first one to sign up." Danny shot her a smile, as his cell phone began to ring. He quickly fished it out of his pocked. "Messer. Hey Stella. Yeah, we're okay. Yeah, he's awake. No, he's not all that happy with me night now." He then shot her a smile. "She wants to talk with you." He handed her the phone.
Lindsay took the phone from him. "Hey Stella."
"Lindsay, you all right?" Stella asked over the phone, sounding like she was going through papers. "How's the wound?"
"It's okay? I'm okay. Just a little tired. Hungry. Wanted to go home."
"That's normal. How's Danny holding up?"
"He's holding up. He's probably as tired as I am, if not more."
"We're going to get you guys out of there. Just hang in there. Here's Hawkes, he wants to talk to you about stuff."
The phone then was passed on to Hawkes. "Hey, Doc," Lindsay said, causing Danny to look over at her. "What's up?"
"Nothing much," Hawked replied. "How you doing?"
"Just living." She shifted against Danny and shot a glance over at Stan. "Wanting to go home to a nice warm bed and some food."
"Ah, the normal human reaction. That's typical. How's Danny?"
"Why don't you ask him?" Lindsay then held the phone out to Danny. "Hawkes wants to ask you a question. I need to stretch my legs." He took the phone and she pushed up on his shoulder to get leverage to get to her feet. "Don't worry, Dad, I won't go far." She then headed off towards the other end of the vault, away from Stan.
"Hey, Hawkes," Danny said, as he watched Lindsay walk away. "How you guys doing?" He rubbed the back of his neck as he got to his feet and shot a glance over at Stan. "Getting anywhere with the door?"
"They're slowly working on it," Hawkes replied. "Vault doors aren't made to be broken into, Danny. You know that."
"Yeah, I do." Danny walked over towards Stan and Stan growled at him. "So what did you want to ask me?"
"Oh, right. How are you holding up?"
"All right I guess." Danny leaned up against the wall near Stan and watched as Lindsay kept walking, trying to work the kinks out of her legs. Sitting for the hours that they had, had taken a toll and her. "Want to get out of here. Go home, sleep, eat, sleep some more. Not go a bank anytime soon."
"Sounds about right. Flack and I talked about taking you and Lindsay to a game or two after this is over. Think that sounds good?"
"Yeah." Lindsay then came up towards him and she curled up into his side. "They want to take us to a game," he whispered to her. "Sound good?" She nodded. "She thinks so. But I think you're going to have to talk to her about the food choice."
"Okay. Sounds like that's going to be fun. Well, I'm going to let you go. Stella and I have to run some leads. Keep an eye on Stan for Mac, okay." Then he was gone.
"Oh, like we're going to do anything else," Danny replied, as he hung up and looked over at Lindsay. "Like we're got anyplace to go."
TBC
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