Danny had offered to go with Lindsay to pick her up her father but Lindsay had declined. She told him it was easier if she picked him up and that he met Danny at a later date.
So Danny had dropped her off at the airport and then headed back to the lab to finish processing some evidence.
Lindsay spotted her father's cowboy hat before she spotted him through the crowds.
"Hey Daddy." Lindsay ran up and hugged him.
"Hey Pumpkin."
"I missed you." Lindsay whispered.
"I missed you too. Let me get a look at you." Lindsay stepped back so her father could look at her. "You look great."
"You don't look bad yourself either." Lindsay smiled. "But you should have seen me a few days ago when I came out of a sewer."
"I'm not going to ask." He father wisely stated.
"If you've got your bag lets go and grab a cab and get out of here."
"Okay." He replied.
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"I'm going to take your mother to a hotel so you can have your apartment back again."
"Daddy, decent hotels are expensive here. You can stay at my place and I'll go and stay with Danny while you're here."
"Who is Danny?" Her father asked.
"Danny would be my boyfriend."
"Why haven't I heard anything about a boyfriend before?" Her father inquired.
"I didn't want to mention him unless it worked out."
"How long has this been going on?"
"A few months, you'll get to meet him tomorrow probably." Lindsay told him.
"Has your mother met him?" Her father inquired.
"Yes. We had him over for dinner, then we went for a walk in Central Park with his mother and then Danny took Mom out and showed her a New Yorker's perspective on New York while I got some sleep from being up all night on case. Mom likes him, so does Becky."
"Becky met him?" He asked.
"A while ago." Lindsay admitted. "Don't worry you'll like him, he's a good guy."
"What does he do?"
"He's a cop. He works at the crime lab with me." Lindsay replied. "You'll like him Daddy."
"I'll reserve judgement."
"Okay."
CSI NY CSI NY
It was about nine pm when Danny heard a knock on his door. He switched the TV off and got up to open it.
"Hi." Lindsay smiled.
"Hi." Danny gave her a quick kiss. "Not that it's not nice to see you, but what are you doing here?"
"I was wondering if I could stay for a few days."
"Sure." Danny took the bag she had in her hand from her. "What about your parents?"
"My father was going to take my Mom to a hotel but it's safer and cheaper for them to stay at my place."
"Do they know where you are?" He asked.
"They have the phone number and my cell if they need anything." Lindsay slipped off her jacket and put it over the back of the chair. "My father wants to meet you tomorrow. So if you're not doing anything after work tomorrow."
"I'm on call but it shouldn't be a problem."
"Just show him your Derek Jetter ball." Lindsay suggested.
"You think showing him a baseball is the way to get him to like me?"
"You don't know anything about cattle; horses and you probably couldn't tell the difference between a wheat field and a corn field if your life depended on it, so sport is a good topic. He knows the results of every World Series since it started in 1903."
"Your Dad likes baseball."
"Yes. You should see his baseball card collection, it's worth a fortune."
"He has a baseball card collection?"
Lindsay nodded and sat down.
"It was one of the few things he brought with him when he came to work for my grandfather."
"I think I missed a step here." Danny said.
"The ranch I grew up on was originally my maternal grandparents; it's been in the family for about four generations. My father came from Texas to be a ranch hand, worked his way up to foreman, married my Mom, they bought my grandparents out when they wanted to retire, they bought and RV and went touring the country until they died a couple years ago. Technically I inherit a quarter of the ranch when my parents die. It's got to be worth a couple hundred thousand."
"An heiress." Danny winked at her.
"We'd never sell it. My brother will keep working it because he loves doing it, Clay will probably go back and help out when he retires from coaching. I've still got my house."
"You have a house?" Danny questioned.
"We all have one; it's rented out to one of the ranch hands and his family since I moved to New York. Since we all built the place it's not like it's mortgaged, so the money goes into a fund which pays for the upkeep of the building, my student loan payments and for my horse. It's how I can afford to live in New York. Where exactly did you think I live in Montana?"
"With your parents or an apartment…"
"I have a house it was 21st birthday present. But enough about Montana, I remember a conversation where you said you missed being close to me, why don't you come over here and prove it to me?"
"That's an idea I can get behind." Danny replied.
TBC