"Lindsay."

Lindsay turned around to see Hawkes stood in the doorway.

"Hey. What are you doing here? I thought it was your day off."

"It is." He replied. "I just got home and saw on the news that some one shot at a group of cops and CSI's at a crime scene."

"And no-one called you." Lindsay realised. "We're all fine. They were blanks."

"What about the bandage?"

"Flying glass." Lindsay replied. "I'm fine. You can ask Danny he talked to the EMT because he's still not quite sure I am."

"So you're okay?"

"Everyone is fine. The people who did it are in custody."

"Are you sure?"

"Mac and Stella should be around somewhere." Lindsay stated.

"Okay." He replied.

"I'm sorry no-one she called you."

"I'm just glad everyone is okay."

"I have a dead guy who was dying of liver cancer and was shot dead." Lindsay stated.

"Who kills a guy who is dying anyway?" Hawkes asked.

"Mac and Stella found out he had a life insurance policy where his wife gets a million and so does St Stephens if he dies of natural causes."

"Cancer is unfortunately natural causes."

"The wife gets it all if he dies by unnatural means."

"Punishing God?" Hawkes guessed.

"Something like that."

"So you're thinking the wife had him killed?" Hawkes concluded.

"We don't know right now." Lindsay replied. "But it's possible. I have prints from the shooter but they don't match anything in the database."

"Where did you get prints from?" Hawkes inquired.

"He put his hands flat on the window to check the vic was inside before he broke the glass and shot him. I spent hours picking up the glass and putting it back together."

"Sounds like fun."

"It's a start." Lindsay replied. "Danny and Flack are looking for a white guy with AB- blood who wears something made of Alpaca who punched a guy once bursting his aneurysm with no witnesses."

"I'm glad I had the day off." He told her.

"It's never a dull job unless you're putting a glass window back together."

"I should go and catch up with Mac and Stella."

"Thank you for coming and checking up on me, I'm sorry we didn't call to tell you that we're okay." Lindsay apologised.

"I'm just glad you all are." He gave her a quick hug.

"I'll see you in the morning. Enjoy the rest of your day."

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Lindsay dropped her purse on the table as she went through the mail when she got home.

There were a couple bills she would pay later, a couple for Danny and a postcard.

Taking the post card she went and read about her friend Holly's adventures. Holly was an archaeologist and worked in one of the big National Museums but she was forever going on digs around the world. She always send Lindsay postcards from her destinations and when she couldn't she sent her e-mails with digital pictures.

Lindsay was added the new postcard to the others when Danny arrived back.

"Pizza fresh and hot." He announced.

"Smells great." She smiled. "I'll just put this away and grab some plates and soda."

"What have you got there?" Danny inquired.

"Holly's postcards."

"Who is Holly again?" Danny asked.

"My friend who is an archaeologist."

"The one who when she's in the country works in DC." Danny recalled.

"Yeah. She's in South America on a dig. She says you're cute."

"I'm cute?" Danny questioned.

"I e-mailed her a picture." Lindsay explained. She went and tucked the album away while she went and grabbed the necessary items so they could enjoy dinner.

TBC