They order both their main courses and desserts together to save time. Both Lindsay and Becky really wanted to see the Empire State Building.

Becky and Lindsay caught up while Matt and Danny made small talk. Matt explained the mathematical element of sports to him.

"So Danny do you like being a cop?" Becky asked rescuing him, knowing that when Matt started talking about math sometimes it was a little hard to stop him.

"It has its moments." Danny replied. "It can definitely be frustrating sometimes, there some cases where you know the guy did it but you can't prove it. Others where you can understand the reasons why it happened. But getting the evidence to put the worst of the bad guys away is worth the long hours."

"It beats being locked in panic room." Lindsay stated.

"Don't remind me." Danny sighed.

"Panic room?"

"Danny and Stella were working the case where the housekeeper and her boyfriend killed her millionaire recluse boss, and Danny ended up getting trapped in the panic room with the body. The boyfriend was the guy who installed the panic room and told them that it would take about 14 hours to open. So Danny had to solve the case."

"While being stuck in a room with no air con and a dead body. It's not pretty or dinner conversation." Danny suggested. "Unlike your sister eating deep fried spiders and other creepy crawlies."

"That will just teach you to bet against me." Lindsay told him.

"You bet against her?" Becky questioned.

"How was I to know that she would eat it? Everyone else turned it down and Mac was convinced she would."

"Our unofficial family motto is don't bet against a Monroe." Becky told him.

"It would have been nice to know that before." Danny replied.

"You don't know unless you ask. Like you didn't know what Clay did for a living."

"What were the odds that you had a brother who was an assistant coach for a pro-football team?"

"Actually the odds are…" Matt started.

"He doesn't need the exact odds." Becky patted Matt's hand to stop him. "You have to be careful using words like odds around Math professors. Especially ones who graduate high school at 14."

"That's impressive." Lindsay commented.

"It wasn't to the people I went to high school with."

"What do they know?" Lindsay replied.

"Says the girl who was a cheerleader, dated the star pitcher, was a member of the science club and got straight As. Not forgetting having the boy who had a crush on her since they were kids who made her crop circles hearts for her birthday."

Lindsay blushed.

"You were a cheerleader?" Danny asked.

"She was a smart Susie High School." Becky stated.

"You were a cheerleader as well." Lindsay countered. "And it never hurt that we were Clay and Adam's little sisters."

"Speaking of cheerleaders, did Lindsay ever show you the photographs of Clay's bachelor party?"

"Yes." Danny replied. "I was trying to convince her she could make a lot of money selling them on the internet."

"Sacrilege." Becky said. "Beside they're great guys, and they know how to party."

"I don't think Danny needs to hear that story." Lindsay stated. "Look here comes our food."

They continued to make small talk as they ate.

"If you'll excuse me I need to go to the ladies room." Lindsay said as they waited for their deserts.

"I'll come with you." Becky told her.

"So do you have any insight into why women have to go to the bathroom in at least pairs?" Danny asked Matt.

"No. But one of students in the psychology department is writing a thesis on it. It should be interesting reading when it's done."

CSI NY

"So?" Becky leant against the counter as Lindsay washed her hands.

"So?" Lindsay repeated.

"What do you think of Matt?"

"I like him." Lindsay replied. "I get the feeling he gets absorbed in his work and turns into the slightly absentminded professor but he seems nice."

"Nice is such a non-descriptive word."

"How about I approve? Is that better?"

"Yes." Becky replied. "If you like him that means Mom will."

"What do you think of Danny?"

"He suits you." Becky said. "He's smart, funny, articulate and he has a gun and will protect you."

"Becky, I have gun too. I'm a cop and I can look after myself."

"How about we stick to an 'I approve' too?" Becky asked.

"Deal." Lindsay replied.

TBC