Danny left the lab before Lindsay got back. He knew she was with Hawkes and Detective Gears but he still felt slightly uneasy about it.

He left her a note stuck to her locker and went home.

"Hey Danny." Becky said from the kitchen where she was stood in front of a big pot holding a wooden spoon.

"What smells so good?" Danny asked as he pulled off his coat.

"Pasta sauce."

"You made it?" He came to look over her shoulder.

"From scratch." She offered him the spoon so he could taste it.

"That's really good. Almost as good as my grandmother's."

"Well you can beat a true blood Italian's pasta sauce. Mariella gave me her family secret recipe."

"Who is Mariella?" Danny asked.

"She was the wife of the ranch hands when we were growing up, she used to help out with the cooking during the summer when we were busy. She was Italian."

"Lindsay said she learnt Spanish growing up, but she didn't mention learning Italian."

"We didn't. Mariella grew up in a Spanish speaking neighbourhood. Her husband Carlo was from Mexico originally and didn't speak that much English." Becky turned down the heat. "It just needs to cook out for another hour. There should be plenty to freeze as well."

"I hear a double congratulations is in order."

"Thanks." Becky blushed slightly.

"An assistant professorship is a pretty big deal."

"Downing a bottle of champagne on a school night is not a good idea."

"It never really is." He leant back against the counter. "So how long have you been engaged?"

"About a week." Becky admitted.

"And you didn't want to tell your whole family?"

"Probably the fact that Matt and I have been together a year and I haven't told them or that Harvard wouldn't really have approved while I was still a student was a bit of a problem."

"But you told Lindsay."

"She's the only one who knows about Matt." Becky pointed out.

"True."

"And she's my big sister."

"Also true."

"Can I ask you a question?" Becky inquired.

"Sure." Danny replied.

"Do you think the whoever sent her the bomb is the same guy who cut all those people's heads off?"

"Honestly?"

"That would be good."

"I don't know. It's possible." He paused. "In this line of work we piss people off all the time. Putting the bad guy in jail isn't always the end of. We get threats; most of them are people just letting off steam."

"A bomb wouldn't be classified as just letting off steam." Becky pointed out.

"I know. Lindsay is dealing with this by trying to forget it happened, focusing on doing her job so she doesn't have to think about it. When she isn't busy she has time to think, that's when she gets the nightmares."

"You're looking out for her?"

"Becky if I could wrap her up in cotton wool and stash her some place safe I would trust, but she'd hate me for it. She's too independent for that."

"You mean stubborn."

"That too. Look I love your sister if I could protect her from everything I would but I can't. I can try. The bomb, the instructions to make it can be found on the internet, the pieces are all common and could be found at any hardware store, the only thing that they have is one fingerprint and it doesn't match anything in the system. I want to do something but I can't. The FBI are running down everyone she's had contact with since she moved here."

"What about all the crazies from back home?"

"They're trying that too." Danny confirmed.

"Good."

"I'm going to take a shower."

"Do you mind if I call Matt?" Becky inquired.

"Doesn't bother me, I don't pay the phone bill."

"You don't pay the phone bill?" Becky questioned.

"Pretty much everyone I know lives in the greater New York area, so when I moved in Lindsay insisted that she pay the phone bill since she makes a lot of long distance calls, I pay the storage facilities fees, it pretty much evens out." He explained.

"I can have Matt call me back."

"Think of it as an engagement present." Danny told her.

TBC