"Hey." Lindsay leant against the doorframe.

"Hey." Danny put down what he was doing. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Having a bandage on your forehead would indicate the opposite."

"It doesn't even hurt. I just haven't gotten around to pulling off the bandage yet."

"Dampen the tape it makes it hurt less." He advised.

"I'll keep that in mind." Lindsay replied. "Since we're both certain I'm in one piece now, I have to go and start putting my glass jigsaw back together."

"Montana." Danny stepped closer. "Can I get a hug?"

"That can be arranged." Lindsay stepped into his arms.

"I'm glad you're okay." He whispered in her ear. "I love you."

"Me too." She replied. "And I should get back to work before Mac notices."

"Okay. Just don't go getting shot at again."

"I'll try not to." Lindsay smiled. "See you later."

"Later Montana."

CSI NY CSI NY

"You know she's not going to evaporate into thin air." A voice from behind Danny.

"What?" He turned around. "Hey Flack."

"I said she's not going to evaporate so you don't need to watch her so closely."

Lindsay was working in a room down the hall but with the glass walls it was easy to look through.

"I wasn't…"

"Danny I've been stood here for the past five minutes." Flack pointed out.

"Right."

"She's fine right?"

"Yeah."

"Then stop looking at her like she's going to evaporate or go and help her put her window back together."

"How do you know what she's doing?" Danny asked.

"I ran into Stella." Flack replied.

"You came by to check up on them?"

"Partially. I came to see if you have anything for me yet that could point towards a suspect." Flack replied.

"Dirt on his shoes is consistent with Central Park, but since he walked through the park on his way to work it doesn't prove anything. The brown fibre is alpaca."

"Alpaca is a llama sheep thing?" Flack questioned.

"Something like that." Danny replied. "They use it to make sweaters, socks, blankets, coats that type of thing."

"So we're looking for someone wearing alpaca?"

"Possibly."

"Way to equivocate buddy." Flack patted him on the back.

"Sometimes fibres are just fibres sometimes they are evidence."

"Can you tell me anything about the guy I'm looking for?"

"He has AB- blood and is white."

"AB-?"

"You've just narrowed it down to one percent of the population having that blood type. 0.97 males to every woman on average, and 81.7 white. You do the math."

"That's still a lot of people."

"About one and a quarter million across the country. If you multiply it out."

"Well I doubt all of them are in the 8 million in New York." Flack stated.

"I'll let you know what else I come up with." Danny told him.

"Thanks." Flack replied. "And don't spend too much time watching the girl."

"Why would you think that?" Danny asked.

"What were you doing when I came in?"

"Good point."

"I'll see you later."

"Yeah. See ya." Danny stated.

TBC