"I'll be ten minutes." Lindsay told Danny when they got back to the apartment. She needed to change into something more appropriate for a football game and grab the tickets which she had stuffed in her underwear drawer.
Danny knew when Lindsay told him how long it would take her to get ready she was pretty accurate so he sat on the couch.
"So you don't think I could date a cheerleader?" Danny inquired.
"Danny, if it means that much to you I could have Mom send me my old cheerleading outfits." Lindsay told him.
"Oh really?" Danny raised his eyebrows.
"You're such a guy. I have a French maid outfit too."
"Do I even want to even know why you have a French maid outfit?" Danny asked.
"Department Halloween party."
"They have fancy dress Halloween parties in Bozeman?"
"Danny, Bozeman isn't exactly the Hicksville you think it is. It's home the Montana State University. There are quite a few people there. Not as many as there are on Manhattan or Staten Island for that matter but there are over 30,000 people. They don't have that many murders, other than the case that put me on Mac's radar, there hadn't been a murder for a few years, there are rapes, but it's mostly robberies and thefts."
"Sounds like fun."
"I worked for the county, so I worked in an area bigger than Bozeman. It was a small department we socialised."
"I think you'd have to shut down the city to invite all the cops to a party." Danny stated.
"I noticed." She came out of the bedroom wearing a pair of jeans and a tight t-shirt. She grabbed her denim jacket from the back of the chair and slipped it on.
"Got the tickets?" Danny inquired.
"I've got them somewhere safe." Lindsay assured him grabbing her purse.
Danny's cell phone rang.
"Messer."Danny answered.
"Hey Danny, it's Don. I was just checking where you wanted us to meet you."
Danny named a location.
"But you have to be nice to her; she's threatening to withhold the tickets." He glanced at Lindsay.
"Can't you talk her into it?" Flack inquired.
"I got conned into to helping out at the lab for a couple hours I think I did my part."
Lindsay snatched the phone from Danny.
"Don, it's Lindsay. We're just leaving, we'll meet you there."
"Okay." He agreed. "See you soon."
Lindsay hung up and handed Danny back his phone.
"Let's go." She told him.
"After you Miss Monroe."
CSI NY CSI NY
"Hey guys." Lindsay said when she and Danny walked over to meet them.
"So you didn't kill him on the way over." Marty joked.
"I had enough of big messes for one day." Lindsay replied. "Now I'm only going to say this once. Clay was only able to get us decent tickets because they are on the Colts side. So you can't go cheering for the other side without some stupid overenthusiastic fan getting a little mad."
"We get it." Hawkes assured her.
Lindsay pulled the tickets out her bra and started handing them out.
Danny looked at her.
"What?" She shrugged. "I told you they were somewhere safe."
"Clay's right about you."
"What exactly did my brother say?" Lindsay inquired.
"That you're a walking contradiction." Flack told her.
"Oh that." Lindsay said. "It's one of his nicer descriptions."
"That's all you have to say?" Marty inquired.
"People would be dull if they were all straight forward." She shrugged. "We'd better go if we want to get through security before the game starts."
Danny just smiled and followed her.
They hit the concession stand before they went to their seats.
"Lindsay Monroe?" A man was waiting for them when they arrived. He had on a t-shirts with a Colts logo on it. Lindsay recognised the shirt as one worn by the behind the scenes team.
"Yes."
"Clay sent me to give you these." He handed her five passes. "It will get you…"
"Thanks." Lindsay interrupted. "Tell the guys to have a good game."
"Enjoy the game." He told her.
TBC