"Uh." Lindsay sank on to her couch when Stella had left. "Who thought having people over for brunch was so exhausting?"

"Well you did run around like a headless chicken."

"Nice analogy."

"Do chickens really run around headless?" Danny sat down next to her.

"I wouldn't know. But I'll run right out and find one for you try it."

"Thanks." Danny patted her hand.

"Are you staying around?" Lindsay leant her head against his shoulder.

"I have to go home and do some laundry otherwise I won't have anything to wear to work this week."

Lindsay glanced at him.

"I'm a cop I can afford to have everything dry cleaned. Want to come with me?"

"You want me to do your laundry?" Lindsay asked.

"If you're offering." He joked. "But I figured you could keep me company, hang out until we went to the game. We both have to be work tomorrow at the same time so you can stay over if you want."

Lindsay pulled back and looked at him.

"Or you can stay here and we can try that phone sex thing you brought up a while back." He winked at her.

"I told you I didn't understand the thrill of that. Besides I don't think that's in NYPD's calling plan. I prefer to be able to touch."

"I noticed." Danny smiled. "So it's you object to staying at my apartment?"

"No. You've just never brought it up before."

"It just turned out that way. I remember hearing somewhere that women prefer their own beds for some reason."

"It's safer."

"How many cases have we had where women are dead in their own beds?"

"Theoretically. If you're in your own bed you know where everything is and who has exactly been in that bed." Lindsay replied. "And you know when the sheets have been changed last."

"Okay." Danny sighed.

"I have to call Clay back and pack a bag." Lindsay told him.

"I thought you spoke to him."

"I told him I'd call him back and he said to tell you to be nice or he really would set the defensive line on me."

"I'd just have them arrest for assaulting a cop, terrible press." Danny joked. "You told your brother about me?"

"No, I just told him that a friend was taking me to a Yankees game, which to my brother automatically meant to a guy. Give me half an hour?"

"Okay." He kissed her. "So I'm your friend huh?"

"I don't honestly know what you are. Are we ready to put labels on this yet?"

"I have no idea." Danny replied.

"That's what I thought. I'll call Clay while I throw a few things in a bag."

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Lindsay was telling him about her nieces and nephews while they took the subway to his apartment. Lindsay had already changed into something more suitable for a ball game.

"So do you want kids?" Danny asked her.

"Isn't it a bit early to be asking that?" Lindsay inquired.

"I didn't mean with me, I meant generally, hypothetically sometime in the future."

"I know." Lindsay replied. "I want kids eventually but I'd like to get married first. But I'm only 26 so I have time." She paused. "Another year closer to thirty."

"What?"

"It's my birthday the end of next month." She explained.

"What is it with women and thirty? I'm 31 it's not a problem."

"Thirty is one major step closer to forty, which is a major step closer to fifty." Lindsay replied.

"Right." Danny wasn't quite sure that counted as a definitive answer.

"Do you want kids?" Lindsay inquired.

"Hadn't really thought about it. I'm not against the idea."

"I think that's enough of the deep and the hypotheticals as this is our stop." Lindsay said.

"You've been to my apartment once how do you which is my subway stop?" Danny inquired as they stood up.

"I have a subway map." Lindsay replied. "And that subway surfer case was a few couple stops from here."

"You know you should dress for crime scenes more often." Danny told her.

"I don't think so, do you know how much it cost to get that dress dry cleaned from all the dust and dirt?"

"But you did look good in it."

"I think you mentioned that." Lindsay smiled. "I'll stick to think cheaper clothes that I can replace more easily when I get the inevitable decomp."

"I hate those."

"I had a case once with a decomp and you the stage that you get to where you don't notice the smell quite so much because you've gotten used to it. I'd take about three shower and used so many lemons that my hair got blonde highlights when I went into the sun, but I walked by this suspect they brought in, a big biker guy, and he passed out from the smell."

"The bigger they are the harder they fall." Danny joked.