The priest looked up when the door opened.
The man who walked in crossed himself like any good Catholic; a flash of something gold caught the priest's eye.
"Do you know a detective with blondie brown hair, 5'9 and glasses?" He asked.
Lindsay turned and looked over her shoulder as she saw Danny slide into a pew at the back of the church.
"That's Danny." Lindsay replied. She beckoned him over. "Danny this is Father Hannigan. Father, Detective Danny Messer."
"It's nice to meet you Father." Danny told him.
"You too Detective." Father Hannigan replied. "I understand you're a lapsed Catholic."
"Extremely." Danny replied glancing at Lindsay.
"If you ever feel the need to come to confession or for spiritual guidance you're more than welcome."
"Thanks." Danny replied. "I can just go and sit back over there if I'm interrupting."
"It's okay." Lindsay said. "I've taken up enough of Father Hannigan's time."
"If you ever need to talk again please come back." He told Lindsay. "I'm around most of the time and should be available if it's not at the time of services."
"I might take you up on that. Thank you." Lindsay replied.
"He does know you're not Catholic right?" Danny asked as they walked out.
"It came up." Lindsay replied.
"So how did you end up talking to a priest anyway?"
"I went for a walk and got drawn to the building. He came up and asked if I was okay and if I wanted to talk so I told him about the bomb."
"Are you okay?"
"A little better." Lindsay admitted. "I'm starving though, I missed lunch."
"Then let's get you something to eat." Danny said.
"How did you find me?" Lindsay asked.
"You said you were talking to the priest and someone mentioned that you'd gone for a walk so I just checked all the Catholic churches in walking distance of the lab."
"Police logic."
"Hawkes thought I should leave you alone." Danny admitted.
"I'm glad you came."
"Mac says you can talk to the department counsellor." Danny suggested.
"Trust me what Father Hannigan said was more helpful than anything the department counsellor would say."
"What did he say?"
"That's between me and the priest." Lindsay replied.
"Okay." Danny wasn't going to push it. "So what are you in the mood for?"
"Tacos."
"Tacos it is."
CSI NY CSI NY
Lindsay sat on the couch wrapped tightly in a blanket. The TV was on low so as not to wake Danny who was asleep sprawled out on the bed.
Lindsay had woken up just after 4 am after a nightmare where lab had blown up with everyone in it except her. She had tried to go back to sleep with no luck.
Lindsay wasn't up to watching anything that involved keeping her attention so she was watching on of the shopping channels. Some bubbly presenter was trying to convince her to buy something she had no interest in.
It was almost 6 before Danny woke and realised the other half of the bed was empty.
"Montana." Danny walked over to her side.
"Hey."
"What are you doing up?" He asked.
"Nightmare and right now I am trying to decide why anyone would want one of those."
"They wouldn't sell it if people weren't stupid enough to buy it. So what was the nightmare about?"
"The lab blew up."
"Why didn't you wake me up? I could have helped you chase it away."
"I've experienced your way of chasing nightmare away before." Lindsay reminded him.
"It works." Danny pointed out.
"I didn't think both of us should be up."
"I'm here if you need me."
"I know." Lindsay sighed. "Just give me a hug."
"That I can do." He wrapped his arms around her.
TBC