A/N: For achingankle : Gina is Howie's brothers wife's sister. Which technically makes Gina's sister Danny's aunt but not Gina.

"She had his arm behind his back and had him pinned up against a wall." Danny told Hawkes.

"Danny would you just get over that?" Lindsay walked in to the break room and poured herself some coffee.

"What exactly did Danny's cousin do to you?" Hawkes inquired.

"He was drunk and put his hand on my butt I asked him to move it several times and then he pinched my butt and asked me what I was going to do about it. So I told him I was a cop and that I could have him arrested for assault, but since it was a nice party I wasn't going to cause a major scene; that he should get some coffee and learn to keep his hands to himself and we'd forget about the whole thing. Now can we drop it? I have to get back to work." Lindsay left.

"I guess she left an impression on cousin Vinnie." Hawkes smiled.

"The Joe Pesci movie?" Stella asked coming in for the end of the comment.

"No my actual cousin Vinnie." Danny said. "Lindsay putting him into a wall for pinching her butt."

"I'm guessing this guy isn't built like Joe Pesci?"

"6'4" and 250lbs." Danny replied.

"Go Lindsay." Stella smiled. "Other than an encounter with your cousin did she have a good time?"

"I think so."

"Then that's all that matters. I have to finish my report."

CSI NY CSI NY

"So Ms Monroe." Flack leant against the door frame of Lindsay's office.

"Hey." Lindsay looked up.

"What's this about you beating people up?"

"I pointed out to Danny's cousin that pinching my butt could be considered assault and I could have him arrested."

"By throwing him into a wall?" Flack questioned.

"I didn't throw him into a wall. I put the hand that was on my butt behind his back and turned him, it just happened to be that I was stood by a wall. You're tougher with old ladies besides he was drunk as a skunk."

"Okay okay." Flack conceded.

"So did you really drop by just to annoy me?"

"I haven't seen you in a few days."

"That's nice but what's the real reason you're here?"

"Police business."

"What can I do for you Detective?" Lindsay inquired.

"Do you recognise any of these men?" He handed her a photo array of stills.

Lindsay studied then for a moment.

"No. Sorry."

"Didn't think you would. But I had to ask."

"Is one of them the guy?" Lindsay inquired.

"A woman came forward who saw the man in brown. She described him to a sketched artist. The FBI ran it through their photo recognition software and came up with a name. They're taking over because he's from out of state and has an outstanding Federal warrant."

"What's his name?" Lindsay asked.

"I can't tell you."

"Right." Lindsay sighed. "Let me guess they have no idea where he is."

"No."

"So do you think they can convince Mac that he's nowhere in the state so I can get my life back?"

"You'll have to take that up with Mac." Flack told her. "But since I actually get to leave tonight, want to go and grab a drink? I could really do with one."

"Sounds good." Lindsay agreed.

"See who else wants to go." Flack requested. "I have to head back and box up everything for the FBI."

"Are they going to want the evidence we have?"

"Probably."

"Did you find the primary scene?" Lindsay asked.

"Not yet. But the Feds will keep working on that."

"What's your gut feeling?"

"I'm too tired to trust my gut other than to say it's hungry."

Lindsay opened her desk drawer and pulled out a couple of power bars and handed them to him.

"That should keep you going for a while."

"Thanks. So about seven?" Flack said.

"The usual place?" Lindsay asked.

"Why not."

"Okay."

TBC