On Friday night the guys gathered around for Danny's bachelor party.
They were all on their second beer when a woman in a police uniform walked over. For all the men at the table they knew it wasn't a standard issue NYPD uniform.
As far Flack knew no-one had booked a stripper.
"Detective Danny Messer?" The woman asked.
"Yes." Danny replied.
"I have a warrant for your arrest." She handed it to him.
Danny quickly read it and smirked.
"Then I guess you'd better put me in those handcuffs." He held out hands to her.
"Did any of you order a stripper?" Flack whispered to Mac and Hawkes.
"No." Hawkes replied.
Mac picked up the warrant from the table and read it.
"This has Stella written all over it." Mac commented.
"You think Stella would send Danny a stripper?" Hawkes questioned.
"There is what he's being arrested for and then a note. 'Have fun guys and don't get arrested for real. Love the women of the NYPD crime lab.'" He read. "It's in Stella's handwriting."
"So when you said it had Stella written all over it you meant literally." Flack shook his head lightly.
"Maybe Lindsay would like a picture?" Hawkes suggested.
Flack pulled his cell phone from his belt and took a picture of Danny in handcuffs wearing the stripper's hat and sent it to Lindsay.
Thirty seconds later his phone rang.
"Flack." He answered.
"Hey Don. Nice picture."
"You're not worried?"
"Be nice to the stripper. Her name is Julie she has three kids under five and her husband died last year so she does this a couple times a week and makes as much as she would if she worked in a connivance store 40 hours a week and gets to spent time with her kids."
"You know she's a stripper and you know her life story?" Flack questioned.
"I meet her when Stella and I paid her and gave her the warrant." Lindsay pointed out. "Give her a decent tip."
"You know most wives don't send a stripper to their husband's bachelor party." Flack pointed out.
"Just how many men do you think have their bachelor party after they get married?" Lindsay countered.
"Touché." Flack conceded.
"One other thing before I go."
"What's that?" Flack asked.
"Did you really think we'd let you have the party unsupervised?"
"What?"
"Do you really think that boom box is just a boom box?"
"You bugged the boom box."
"And you should have picked somewhere where the owner of the bar wasn't a friend of Stella's and is going to give us a copy of the surveillance camera footage."
"So it's like that is it?" Flack asked.
"Have fun and don't let him get too drunk. We have to go and see his parents tomorrow."
"Have a good night as well."
"I have to go and process a teenage gang banger."
"Dead or alive?" Flack asked.
"Alive and the guy he shot is in critical condition." Lindsay replied. "Night."
"Night." They hung up.
"That was Lindsay?" Hawkes asked.
"Apparently she and Stella had a nice chat with the stripper, whose name is Julie by the way, when they paid her."
"Sounds about right." Mac smiled.
"They also have people watching us so we don't get into trouble."
"Now that I believe." Hawkes smiled too. "We're going to have to send something to her bachelorette party."
"Stella won't tell you what she is planning." Mac informed them. "She's a lot smarter than that."
TBC