"Hey." Lindsay said as she walked through the halls and ran into Danny.
"Hey. Breakfast is here."
"Smells great. You brought enough for Stella right?" She questioned.
"If you don't decide to eat enough for the whole football team." He winked at her.
"I just have to drop this off and grab Stella we'll be right there."
"Okay." Danny agreed.
"Hey Danny." Stella greeted him as she and Lindsay walked into the break room.
"Morning Stella."
"This smells good." She said.
"What smells of ground nut oil?" Danny inquired.
"Damn I thought I'd gotten all of it." Stella sniffed her shirt.
"What exactly were you doing with ground nut oil or do I not want to ask?" Danny inquired.
"He trashed the store before shooting the owner who had just sprayed him in the face with mace." Lindsay handed him the file with the photos she had just printed off. "We smelt of pasta sauce when we got back."
"That show held narrow down the suspects."
"He hasn't gone to the hospital yet." Stella stated. "But the store owner is going to be okay."
"That's good." Danny agreed. "So are you going to be okay to get out of here by 11.30? We told the guys that we'd meet them by 12.15 and you have the tickets."
"That depends." Lindsay replied.
"On what?"
"Whether you're just visiting." Lindsay took a bite of her bagel.
"Oh that's how it is, you get me to bring breakfast and make me work."
"You offered to bring breakfast." Lindsay reminded him.
"Okay I'll give you that one Montana."
"And if I do have to keep working I do have the tickets." Lindsay stated innocently.
"Okay what do you want me to do?"
Stella couldn't help but chuckle.
"You've got him well trained."
"Hey." Danny protested.
"You couldn't hold out a little longer before you gave in?" Stella inquired.
"He just wants to meet the cheerleaders as much as the others." Lindsay stated.
"Hey it's not…"
"It's okay." Lindsay patted his hand. "Professional cheerleaders don't date cops. You don't earn enough."
Stella bit her lip to hide a smile.
"And we'll be done before eleven there isn't that much left to process. We already have his fingerprints, the bullet doesn't match anything in the database and other than a big mess there wasn't much more evidence."
"He didn't cut himself smashing all that glass?"
"If he did evidence of it was obliterated by the pasta sauce and ketchup." Stella replied.
"We didn't find any blood smears or drops on anything." Lindsay expanded. "And we processed very thoroughly."
"I checked the mace, which actually is mace rather than pepper spray. So he'll need to go to a hospital."
"That's illegal." Danny pointed out.
"The guy was just shot in a robbery I think we'll deal with the fact that his mace was actually mace later." Stella suggested.
"What time is Mac coming in?" Danny inquired.
"About now." Lindsay replied noticing through the glass.
"Hey Mac." Stella called. "We've got breakfast."
"Sounds good." Mac came to join them. "Good morning Danny, Lindsay."
"Morning Mac." Lindsay smiled.
"Help yourself." Danny added.
"Thanks." Mac replied. "So what kind of case did you get that the lab smells like ground nut oil and pasta sauce."
Lindsay handed him the photographs.
"Guy got mad when he didn't have enough money to pay, trashed the place and shot the owner after the owner maced him." Stella explained.
TBC