Lindsay and the guys walked up to the stadium.

"The stadium is closed." A security guard approached them.

"We're expected." Lindsay told him. "My brother is expecting us, Clay Monroe; he's one of the coaches with the Colts."

"What's your name?" The security guard asked.

"Lindsay Monroe." She replied.

"Gus." He said into his radio. "We have a Lindsay Monroe plus four here. She says Clay Monroe is expecting her, can you check?"

"Copy that." The radio crackled back. "He says to ask her what she did with Kevin Lomax prom night."

"Tell him to tell my brother that I'll tell him that when he tells me what he did with Julie Carmichael in the back of my Buick." Lindsay crossed his arms.

The security guard relayed the message.

"He says that's his sister and to let them all back to the field."

"Copy that." The guard handed them yellow badges he took out of his pocket. "Keep those on and right through those door and keep walking straight."

"Thank you."

"You had a Buick?" Hawkes questioned.

"For a while." Lindsay replied. "It was a really old one and kept overheating."

"And what exactly happened with Kevin Lomax?" Flack inquired.

"A lot less than he was planning on." Lindsay replied.

"Way to ruin a guy's prom night." Danny stated.

"He wasn't my date." Lindsay shrugged. "And my prom date didn't get that far either for that matter. I have standards."

"You must have lowered them to go out with Messer." Marty joked.

"Hey." Danny protested.

"Be quiet and appreciate that you actually get to step on the field." Lindsay stated.

She waited until they all stopped and took in the site with awe.

"You know this is why I support the 49ers, the Colts lousy defence." Lindsay said loudly. Everyone turned to look at her.

The players slipped off their helmets.

"Why if it isn't the lovely Lindsay Monroe?" One of them walked over.

"Hey Joe." Lindsay smiled and stepped forward and gave him a hug despite the padding. "How'd you like your move from the 49ers to the Colts?"

"I like working with the best." He replied.

"Uh huh."

"And when Clay told me you'd moved to New York, California was just too far away." He winked at her. "So are you ready to run away with me to that desert island yet?" He inquired.

"I still don't think you're wife would appreciate it." Lindsay told him. "How are the kids?"

"Good."

"Don't big brothers get hugs or introductions?" Clay walked over carrying his clipboard.

"Hey Clay." Lindsay gave her brother a hug. "I missed you."

"I missed you too kid."

"Be nice." Lindsay whispered in his ear. "Clay, I'd like you to meet, Don Flack, Danny Messer, Sheldon Hawkes and Marty Pino. Guys, this is my brother Clay and half the Colts defence."

There was a quick round of hellos.

"So you're the guy shaking up with my little sister." Clay said to Danny.

"That would be me." Danny rocked back on his heels.

"Clay be nice or I'll hijack the public address system during the game and spout of all your sordid little secrets starting with what you did with Julie Carmichael in the back of my Buick and don't think I don't know because she told me."

"You wouldn't dare."

"I'm a cop do you think anyone would try to stop me?" Lindsay countered.

"You're New York's finest are you going to let her talk to me like that?" Clay asked Danny and Flack.

"Never argue with a CSI they are some of the few people who could make you disappear without any evidence." Flack told him.

"I'm glad you've finally learnt that." Danny patted him on the back.

"What is it exactly you all do?" One of the players asked.

"Homicide detective." Flack replied.

"CSI." Danny added.

"Medical examiner." Marty told them. "He bats for both sides." He pointed to Hawkes.

"That's not how it sounds. I used to be a medical examiner now I'm a CSI." He explained.

TBC