Lindsay was sat on the couch watching a movie when Danny came back from work.
"Hey." He said dropping a bag with clothes in it on the floor.
"Hey. Come here."
Lindsay gave him a peck on the cheek, a quick hug then gently hit him upside the head.
"Ow." Danny rubbed the back of his head. "That was the greeting I was hoping for."
"That was from your mother." She grabbed his lapels and drew him down for a long kiss that made his brain blank out for a few seconds.
"Did you just say my mother?" Danny asked when his brain started to process information again.
"She told me to give you a kiss and hug and slap you upside the head for not calling her enough."
"How and why did you speak to my mother?" Danny was seriously confused.
"She called here looking for you; apparently you gave her my phone number."
"Only in case of dire emergencies if she couldn't reach me on my cell or through work. And that was pretty much if someone was dying."
"You should have probably explained that to her. But she is a really nice woman, she's very proud of you."
"Just how long did you talk to my mother for?" Danny asked still stunned.
"A couple hours, we had lunch."
"You had lunch with my mother?" Danny questioned.
"That's why she called. She was in Manhattan for the day and wanted to know if you wanted to have lunch, since you were at work I offered to have lunch with her."
"You offered?"
"It came out of my mouth before I thought about it. I guess I didn't want her to eat alone."
"So you went to lunch with my mother and spent the whole time talking about me?"
"No. Sorry to dent your ego. She told me a couple stories about you, showed me some really cute pictures of you and Louie as kids, and I could tell how proud she is of you. But we talked about a lot of things; I told her about Montana, she told me some good places to shop, she told me about the night classes she's taking."
"My mother is taking a night class?" Danny questioned.
"She's finishing up her GED." Lindsay replied. "She thought it was time she finally finished as she was only a few credits short when she dropped out of high school."
"How did I not know that?"
"You haven't called her in a month other than leaving a message on your parents answer machine?" Lindsay suggested.
"You really had lunch with my mother?" Danny questioned.
"Yes. What's the major problem?"
"My parents haven't met any of my girlfriends since I was a teenager and they only met them because we lived in the same neighbourhood."
"I didn't tell her anything, I know how much my parents worry and I know it's best to skip major details about what we do."
"I grew up in a neighbourhood where someone got shot dead at least every other week. My parents could probably hand most of it." Danny sighed. "I'm going to take a shower."
"Okay." Lindsay replied.
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Flack watched Danny move around the crime scene the next morning, there was definitely something bothering him.
"Hey Hawkes, what's up with Danny?"
"Lindsay bonded with his mother."
"What?" Flack questioned.
"His mother was in Manhattan yesterday and somehow she called Lindsay, I don't know how she got the number, and they had lunch. I don't think Danny's sure how to react."
"Isn't it a good thing when your mother likes your girlfriend?" Flack asked.
"You would think." Hawkes stated.
"Should we say something?"
"Let him figure it out."
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"What's wrong with Danny?" Stella asked Flack when she saw him in the hallways of the crime lab. Danny had just muttered something as he walked past her.
"Lindsay had lunch with his mother yesterday."
"And?" Stella prompted.
"That's it."
"He's in a mood because Lindsay had lunch with his mother."
"I don't think it planned or Danny knew about it until after the fact." Flack explained.
TBC