Lindsay stood in the doorway of the office she shared with Danny watching him. It was Saturday night and she had just handed in her report to Mac.

"How's it going?" She inquired.

"Slowly. Why does there have to do so much paperwork?"

"Because lawyers can't understand the science, so we have to simplify it for them so they can complicate it for the jury in legalese." Lindsay replied.

"Ah."

"So I was thinking of heading home and ordering a pizza."

"Give me twenty minutes to finish this and I'll pay for the pizza."

"Deal." Lindsay smiled. "I'll go and grab some coffee."

"Mac my report." Danny said as he dropped it off.

"Thanks Danny." Mac noticed Lindsay waiting down the hall for Danny through the glass. "Make sure she gets home okay."

"I was already planning on it." Danny replied. "I'll see you at brunch."

"Night Danny."

"Night Mac."

Danny walked out to where Lindsay was stood.

"Let's go." He told her.

"Everything okay?" Lindsay inquired.

"It's fine. What do you want on the pizza?"

"Anything is fine with me, just make sure it's deep dish. I'm not a big fan of thin pizza crusts." Lindsay replied.

Danny ordered the pizza on the way to Lindsay's apartment so they got there at roughly at the same time.

Lindsay kissed him as she pulled him into her apartment. Danny was trying very hard not to drop the pizza.

"What about the pizza?" He asked.

"It's better cold." Lindsay replied.

"Can't argue with that." He dropped it on the table as he started to help her take her clothes off. "You know you're pretty insatiable Montana."

"You say that's like it's a bad thing." Lindsay said as she helped him off with his shirt.

"Definitely not a bad thing. But we've totally screwed up the take it slow idea."

"What do they say about everything changing in a New York minute?"

"You're quoting Don Henley lyrics at me?" Danny asked.

"I prefer the Eagles version."

"It's about a guy who is so depressed he fakes his own death to disappear." Danny pointed out.

"Do you really want to debate this right now?" Lindsay inquired.

"No."

"I didn't think so."

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"This is good pizza." Lindsay said as she sat on the couch dressed only in Danny's shirt. Danny was sat next to her in his boxer shorts.

"It's not bad." He agreed.

"You know I still haven't seen the Empire State Building."

"We'll get around to it." Danny replied. "Do you like it in New York?"

"Some things I like and some things I don't. My parents were against me moving here after 9/11."

"We were all there that day helping out."

"I'd guessed."

"Mac's wife Claire worked there, in the second tower. He knew the moment the second plane hit that she was dead. You could tell by the look on his face. They found her body a few days later."

"What was she like?"

"Claire? Beautiful, smart, funny, she knew exactly how to make Mac lighten up. On nights where we were working late on a case she used to bring us food to make sure we took a break and ate. She was real good friends with Stella too. Mac was real broken up, he didn't speak to anyone for about a week after they found her, he just helped sift through the debris. Stella managed to finally get through to him."

"We watched it on TV." Lindsay said.

"We heard them hit. I'll never forget any of it. The sounds, the smells. I had nightmares for months afterwards. We knew a couple of the other cops that died too." He paused. "How did we get on to this?"

"It doesn't matter." Lindsay replied. "So what do you think the Yankees chances are of winning tomorrow?"

"Nice subject change."

"I try my best."

Danny leant over and kissed her.

"That's a good way to change the subject too." Lindsay smiled.

TBC