"Cindy Evans, Lindsay Monroe"

Danny grinned evilly seeing the two women before her feigning affection, even interest, with each other, knowing each other's involvement with him.

"Ex-girlfriend, co-worker" Cindy said pointing to herself and then to Lindsay.

"What makes you think she's just a co-worker?" Danny said.

"You don't seem to be her type. " Cindy said "It's the chest hair, ain't it?"

Lindsay laughed.

"We're looking for G-Rob" Danny said, "We might have some bad news"

Cindy crossed her arms, concerned. "He called in sick, that's why I headlined for him tonight. What's going on?"

Lindsay bent down to her kit to get the headless woman's cellphone, locked in a Ziploc bag. "Do you know who owns this cellphone?"

"There's only one girl around here who's Britney Spears enough to buy a pink Motorola Razr" Cindy joked "Angela Gershon, bartender".

"Is she involved with G-Rob?" Danny asked.

"Girlfriend of the month, is what I hear" Cindy answered. "I'm getting really creeped out. What's going on?"

"We're going to need an address on G-Rob" Danny said. "And access to Angela Gershon's things --- hairbrush, toothbrush, anything"

"Listen, CSI" Cindy said "I asked you a question, I think I deserve an answer"

Lindsay looked at Danny.

"Come on" Cindy said "If it's a picture of a dead body, I can take it." She turned to Danny "I used to tinker with your laptop all the time, remember?"

Lindsay took out the file photo of the headless woman "Unfortunately, the photo isn't much of a help"

Cindy recoiled in disgust "Woah."

"So you now understand why we need to confirm her identity through DNA and prints" Danny said, amused at Cindy's disgusted look.

"I'll have the manager open her locker" Cindy said as she turned to leave.

Lindsay and Danny stood in awkward silence as they waited for Cindy to return. Lindsay had her arms crossed as she drummed her fingers to the rock music playing in the background. Danny had his hands on his hips, humming to the sound of the music.

"I have to say, I'm impressed" Lindsay said. Danny turned to her. "She's our age. Her boobs are small. She doesn't look like she's addicted to sex."

Danny laughed "I like short girls." He said. "Short, sweet girls with big curls"

Lindsay tried to suppress her smile with a playful little smirk.