A/N: A second post since we're nearing a 100 reviews hopefully this will push it over the edge.

Hawkes answered the door to Mac and Stella.

"Hey." Stella greeted him.

"Lindsay is a little busy." Hawkes informed them. "And Danny's trying to figure out the extending table."

"Monroe how does this thing work?" Danny called.

"Hi." Lindsay said as she came of the kitchen. "Excuse me a second." She walked into the other room. "Move." She told Danny. Within thirty seconds Lindsay had the table set up.

"Where did you get this thing anyway?" Danny inquired.

"My grandfather made it." Lindsay replied.

"Oh." Danny stopped himself from saying the insult he was about to make.

"I'm kidding. The movers broke my table and gave me this as a replacement. Sorry about that." Lindsay turned back to Stella and Mac who had hung up their jackets.

"We put the coffee and juice on the counter." Stella told her.

"Thanks. Make yourselves at home. We're just waiting for Don and Danny to set the table."

"I'm working on it." Danny replied.

"Why don't I help you?" Stella suggested.

CSI NY CSI NY

Fifteen minutes later they were all sat around the table.

"Do they try to pile on the pounds in Montana?" Flack inquired.

"If you're spending twelve hours wrangling cattle a decent breakfast helps." Lindsay shrugged.

"You wrangle cattle?" Flack questioned.

"I can rope a calf with the best of them."

"Now that I'd pay to see." Hawkes said.

"She had a horse called Gee-Gee when she was a kid." Danny added.

"Gee-Gee?" Hawkes questioned.

"The orphanage had a cat called Kitty that used to sleep on my bed when I was a kid." Stella pointed out.

"None of which beats the fact that Lindsay's brother is an assistant coach with the Indianapolis Colts." Hawkes stated.

"Seriously?" Flack questioned.

"Yes."

"How come you never mention it before?"

"No-one asked." Lindsay shrugged. "Beside Mac knew."

"Leave me out of this." Mac suggested.

"Have you met any of them?" Flack asked.

"A few. I knew more of the team when he worked with the 49ers. I have some great picture of when they all dressed up for Clay's bachelor party."

"The 49ers?" Flack questioned.

"I guess sometimes it's who you know." Stella smiled.

"He threatened to set the defensive line on Becky's ex."

"The maths genius." Hawkes recalled. "She was telling me about them earlier." He explained.

"Sports makes sense to Clay, with Adam it was music, I understood chemistry and physics and Becky got math. I'll show you the scrapbooks later."

"Scrapbooks?" Stella asked.

"My mother broke her leg in two places and was stuck in bed for two months, so she made us all these proper scrapbooks. I think I have about ten at last count. She sends me more pages periodically."

Her phone rang.

"Excuse me." Lindsay got up and grabbed the cordless phone. "Monroe…. Oh hey Clay we were just talking about you." Lindsay took the phone into the bedroom. "I've got the people I work with over for brunch and they just found out what you do for a living… I think they'll hold you to that… But I don't think that's why you called….. That's great congratulations; you're going to have a real handful. How's Marcie?... Good… Can I call you back later?... No not tonight, I'm going to a Yankees game." She paused. "No a friend invited me… I know… Stop being so over protective… I'll tell him…. I'll call you in a few hours…. I love you too." She hung up. "Sorry about that." Lindsay apologised when she rejoined everyone else.

"Everything okay?" Mac inquired.

"Clay and Marcie just found they are having twins."

"They don't name their kids after states as well do they?" Danny inquired.

"Not so far. Luke, Peter and Grace. Marcie is a saint; I have no idea how she's going to cope with five kids under eight and Clay on the road with the team half the year."

"You just have the three nieces and nephews so far?" Hawkes asked.

"No Adam and Lucy have twin girls, Lindsay Anne and Rebecca Faith. But they call them Annie and Faith to avoid confusion. They're only four and as cute as buttons. Clay also said to tell you if you're nice to me he'll get you in to meet both teams when they are here to play the Giants in October."

…

Mac, Hawkes and Flack's pagers went off as they finished eating.

"Sorry to eat and run." Mac apologised.

"It's okay." Lindsay replied. "Thanks for coming."

"I'll stay and help clear up." Stella offered.

"It was great Lindsay." Hawkes told her. "You're a really good cook."

"I'll just take this with me." Flack said grabbing the last slice of toast. "Thanks for brunch; we should do this again soon."

"Only if you're cooking."

"You don't want him to cook, you'd get food poisoning." Danny told her.

"He set his stove on fire trying to boil an egg." Stella explained.

"It's not my fault that someone knocked on the door and distracted me." Flack pointed out. "I'll see tomorrow."

"Bye." Lindsay saw them out.

"So what do you have planned for the rest of the day?" Stella asked as helped grabbed the plates.

"I'll show you the scrapbooks if you want to stick around for a while." Lindsay offered. "You have to see a picture of some of the team dressed as cheerleaders."

"You have pictures of the 49ers dressed in cheerleader outfits? You could make a ton selling that on the internet." Danny pointed out.

"I think they would know who sold it. There were only a few of us who have copies."

"Sounds good to me." Stella agreed. "But it's going to take a while to do these dishes."

"I have a dishwasher." Lindsay replied. "The place came with it. That should take care of most of this. I still have to wash all the pots and pans by hand." Lindsay glanced at Danny.

"Is this where you expect me to offer to do the dishes?" Danny asked.

"That's nice of you Danny." Stella told him. "Wear gloves so you don't get dish pan hands." She advised.

TBC