"Danny." Flack walked over to him.

"I lifted a couple prints." Danny told him.

"That's great. Umm."

"What's going on?" Danny asked.

"Someone opened fire at the scene Mac, Stella and Lindsay are at."

"What?" Danny stood up.

"It was only blanks. I spoke to Mac they're all fine."

"Seriously?"

"He'll have Lindsay call you as soon as the EMTs have checked her over." Flack explained.

"I thought you said they were all fine."

"She got hit by a flying piece of glass and got a cut on the forehead. Mac says she is fine."

"I'm going to…" Danny started.

"Mac says you have to stay here." Flack told him.

"What?"

"I'm just relaying orders."

"It shouldn't …"

"Danny she's fine." Flack assured him.

"Being hit with flying glass is fine." Danny retorted sarcastically.

"This is why she told me to get Mac to tell you if anything happened to her."

"What?" Danny was confused.

"A while back we had a conversation. She said if anything happened to her at a scene to tell Mac first and get him to tell you. Now I see why."

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"Just keep that on there for a while." The EMT taped a pad to Lindsay's cut. "You don't need stitches."

"Thank you." Lindsay replied. She got up from the back of the rig and pulled her cell phone off her belt and dialled.

"Are you okay Montana?" Danny answered.

"Hello to you too."

"Hello. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. It's just a little cut, I don't even need stitches."

"Are you sure?"

"Hang on." Lindsay sighed. She walked back over to the EMT. "Excuse me."

"Something wrong?" He asked.

"I know this is going to sound slightly stupid, but can you tell my boyfriend that I'm fine? He's not sure he believes me."

"Sure Detective." He took the phone. "Hello. This is Paul Miller; I'm the EMT who treated Detective Monroe."

"The EMT?" Danny questioned.

"Detective Monroe has a small laceration on her forehead, it won't need stitches, she doesn't need to go to the hospital and it shouldn't scar. She's just fine."

"Okay." Danny replied.

"That satisfy you?" Lindsay inquired.

"That's a low blow Montana."

"If you don't believe Mac, Flack or me that I'm fine Paul seemed liked a reasonable person for you to talk to."

"What happened?"

"Some idiot thought it would be a good idea to do a drive by on a bunch of cops with a machine gun full of blanks." Lindsay explained. "I was the only one with even a scratch."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Danny honestly I'm fine. I'll see you back at the lab later, I have some glass to pick up."

"You're going back to work?"

"Danny when you were kid did you ever cut yourself and then go right back to playing?" Lindsay inquired.

"Sure."

"Just add twenty years and instead of playing I'm doing my job. I'm fine and I'll see you later."

"Okay." Danny knew it wouldn't do much good to argue with her.

"Bye."

"Bye."

They hung up.

"Danny okay?" Stella inquired.

"He'll get over it." Lindsay stated. "So where were we with the glass before we were interrupted?"

TBC