"How are you doing?" Hawkes asked Danny.

"Why did we drink so much?" Danny groaned.

"It seemed liked a good idea at the time."

"It pissed Lindsay off having to come and pick us up."

"How much?" Hawkes inquired.

"I woke up to Achy Breaky Heart blasting in my ears." Danny replied.

"Ouch." Hawkes pulled a face.

"Yeah." Danny sighed.

"Morning." Flack walked in.

"How's the head?" Hawkes inquired.

"Shots are not a good idea." Flack stated.

"We noticed." Danny told him.

"Have you seen Lindsay?" Flack inquired.

"Come to get your car back?" Danny guessed.

"It's good that I found her note before I reported it missing."

"Apparently she did tell you she was taking it. But you told her to keep it and then made an inappropriate remark."

"What did I say?" Flack asked.

"I don't know she wouldn't tell me."

"Great." He muttered.

"Don't worry she knows you didn't mean it."

"She was talking to Stella a while ago." Hawkes told him.

"Thanks." Flack said.

They continued to talk for a few minutes.

"Hawkes." Lindsay entered the room. "We've got a case."

"I'll grab my kit."

"Lindsay…" Flack started.

"Keys." She pulled them out her pocket and tossed them to him.

"About last night, if I said anything."

"Don't worry about it. At least you're a drunk who knows how to keep his hands to himself. It's right in the back row of the parking lot, fourth from the corner."

"Thanks." Flack stated.

"I've got to go." She left humming Achy Breaky Heart.

Flack looked at Danny.

"Her idea of a wake up call." Danny stated.

CSI NY CSI NY

"This is why you shouldn't base jump." Hawkes said as they stood looking a man with a broken neck attached to a parachute dangling from a tree.

"It's an adrenaline rush, and you can't exactly jump out of a small plane given the restricted airspace." Lindsay pointed out.

"Let me guess you did a parachute jump?" Hawkes guessed.

"No. But I had a friend who did."

"If I'm on a plane I want to be safely strapped into my seat and stay that way until we land."

"Most people do."

"How much longer on the cherry picker?" Hawkes asked one of the officers on scene.

"Ten minutes, they're stuck in traffic." He replied.

"Where do you think he jumped from?" Lindsay asked looking to the sky scrappers all around them.

"Probably the tallest one." Hawkes suggested. "But he could have flown quite a way."

"Getting a photograph and canvassing security in the buildings might be a good idea."

"It's a plan." Hawkes agreed.

"I'm going to look around."

"I'll start with pictures from here."

TBC