"So what's she really like?" Flack asked when Lindsay had gone to the bathroom.
"She's pretty much what you see is what you get, with a few surprises thrown in, we like to think of her asa walking contradiction." Clay replied.
"We noticed." Danny sipped his beer.
"Take the fact that she was a cheerleader and in the science club no-one ever managed to do that before in our school they were two totally different social circles. Or the first break after she'd started college she came home and told our parents when she graduated she was going to become a cop."
"She's a good one." Danny said.
"We tried to convince she should join the FBI." Clay admitted. "But insisted that she wanted to be a cop."
"She's not a big fan of FBI Agents." Hawkes recalled.
"No." Clay agreed.
"So what's she like when she's drunk?" Marty inquired, he'd noticed Lindsay had ordered a soda.
"I've only ever seen her drunk once." Clay stated.
"What are we talking about?" Lindsay returned.
"You getting drunk." Danny replied.
"Only happened once and it was an accident."
"How do you 'accidentally' get drunk?" Flack inquired.
"She was eight." Clay stated.
"Eight?" Danny questioned.
"I went to the refrigerator for some cider and poured a glass."
"It happened to be Dad's hard cider and she was drunk as a skunk." Clay recalled. "It was one of the funniest things I've ever seen."
"Getting my stomach pumped wasn't that much fun." Lindsay pointed out.
"By the way were you ever going to tell me you broke your foot?" Clay inquired.
"It didn't come up." Lindsay shrugged.
"Right." Clay didn't quite believe her.
"I feel over when I wasn't looking where I was going, Danny took me to the lab, Sheldon examined my foot, Marty and Sid x-rayed it in the morgue and Don took me to the hospital to get a cast and crutches. It's fine. Besides I don't think you ever told me about every little bruise you got while you were playing football."
"That's different." Clay stated.
"It's really not." Lindsay replied. "And if you say it's because I'm your little sister I'll throw you into a wall and don't think I won't I did it to Vinnie."
"Who is Vinnie?" Clay asked.
"My cousin." Danny replied.
"What did do to make you throw him into a wall?"
"Don't ask, don't tell, don't scare the parents." Lindsay replied.
"You're really going to throw that at me?" Clay inquired.
"Hey it was your idea." Lindsay pointed out.
"This is why I'm glad I don't have sisters." Flack stated.
"Do you want mine?" Marty inquired. "She comes complete with four kids and a very annoying Chiwawa who tries to bite your ankles every time you go near it."
"I didn't know you had a sister." Lindsay said.
"Half sister." Marty explained. "And she thinks what I do will give me bad karma."
"She thinks being a medical examiner is bad karma?" Hawkes questioned.
"Desecrating the dead." Marty shrugged. "She's a strange woman, which is why I only see her on holidays."
"We've all pretty much always got along." Clay said. "We may tease each other and drive each other crazy but that's the fun part of having siblings."
"So what's it like working for a pro-football team?" Danny inquired.
"Almost as good as playing for one would have been. But I like coaching."
"Can you introduce us to the cheerleaders?" Marty inquired.
"I'm sure that can be arranged."
Lindsay rolled her eyes and fingered her necklace.
"Interesting pendant." Clay commented.
"Birthday present." Lindsay replied.
"I'm going to get another drink does anyone want anything?" Danny inquired.
"I'll go with you." Lindsay told him. "Having fun?" She inquired when they reached the bar.
"Yeah, I like your brother." Danny smiled.
"You look tired." Lindsay remarked.
"That's what you get for working the night shift so you can get the afternoon off."
"We'll finish this drink and head home." Lindsay suggested.
"We can stay if you want." He told her.
"I'm tired too. Besides Clay will need to get some sleep before the game tomorrow too."
TBC