"Did you think about using Squish Squash?" Becky suggested she looked up as the door opened. "Matt, Lindsay's home so I've got to go… Yeah I love you too." Becky hung up.

"You didn't have to do that." Lindsay told her.

"It's okay." Becky put the phone back on its base. "Danny dinner will be ready as soon as I cook the pasta." She called.

"Great." Danny came out of the bedroom and dropped the magazine he'd been reading on the table. "Hey Montana." He gave her a quick kiss.

"Hey yourself. Did I miss something?"

"Becky made Mariella's pasta sauce." Danny explained. "We were just waiting for you to get back to eat."

"What if I'd been working a double?"

"Then you would have called and told me."

"Why are you in such a good mood?" Lindsay asked.

"My case is totally solved, I'm not on call tonight and I'm having a home cooked meal with two beautiful women. Why shouldn't I be in a good mood?"

"Becky did you give him happy pills?" Lindsay walked into the kitchen.

"No. But I've only been here once before when I met him so I don't know if he's in a good mood a lot."

"He's from New York." Lindsay reminded her.

"Right." Becky nodded.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Danny inquired.

"New Yorkers aren't exactly the happiest bunch of people in the world." Lindsay pointed out.

"Happiest?" Danny questioned.

"I got yelled at by the person who stole my cab earlier." Becky remarked. "I was the one who hailed it, and she jumped in as soon as I opened the door and yelled at me when I objected."

"That happens."

"The three minute pasta in the cupboard takes longer than three minutes to cook." Lindsay warned Becky.

"I got fresh pasta that takes ten minutes to cook."

"We'll set the table." Lindsay grabbed some plates.

"When you say we I guess that means I'm supposed to help."

"That would be a good idea." Lindsay handed him the plates while she got some cutlery.

"Don't worry as long as you don't make sure everything is at the right angle to everything else is like Matt does you'll be fine."

"That sounds a little obsessive compulsive." Danny pointed out.

"No just mathematically sound. I remember the first lecture of his that I ever sat in. He said everything is mathematically based from a flower and the Fibonacci sequence to the golden rule which governs everything from a simple piece of paper to the great pyramids."

"I hated maths in high school. Liked science thought it made sense."

"So does maths, if you know what you're looking for."

"I'll set the table while you two debate." Lindsay grabbed the plates from Danny.

They were all laughing at one of Danny's stories when Lindsay's cell phone rang. She got up and grabbed it.

"Monroe."

"Lindsay it's Bryan."

"I thought we were going to talk in the morning."

"So did I but something came up."

"What's going on that can wait until morning?"

"Another body."

"What?"

"It's identical to Maya."

"Did you call Hawkes yet?" Lindsay inquired.

"He's on his way down here." Gears replied.

"Where?" Lindsay asked.

He gave her the address.

"I'll be there as soon as I can." She hung up. "I'm sorry I've got to."

"You're not on call tonight either." Danny pointed out.

"I know. But we have another body."

"What?"

"Another woman who died in exactly the same circumstances as the case I've been working. I've got to go." She gave Danny a quick kiss goodbye. "Becky I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

"Call me." Danny told her.

"I will." Lindsay grabbed her spare kit and headed out the door.

"I'm just going to call Hawkes." Danny told Becky.

TBC