Danny padded to the door half asleep, dressed in only his boxer shorts and a t-shirt. He hadn't even bothered to put on his glasses.
"What?" He pulled opened the door.
"Why Detective Messer this is a surprise." Danny heard the British accent of the DNA tech who was stood with Stella at his door.
"Montana, it's for you." Danny walked back towards the bedroom leaving the door open.
Lindsay came out of the bathroom as the bedroom door shut.
"Hey guys." Lindsay smiled.
"He's in a grumpy mood this morning." Stella commented.
"He has a pain in the butt." Lindsay replied.
"You mean he is a pain in the butt." Stella corrected.
"No I meant it literally. He umm… fell asleep on the couch waiting for me to get home last night, and when I opened the door, he rolled off and connected with the coffee table. He has big bruise on his butt and he kept rolling onto it while he was trying to sleep. He's a little grouchy."
"Are you ready to go?" Stella inquired.
"I just need to grab my purse from the bedroom and I'm ready."
Lindsay disappeared into the bedroom, and grabbed her coat and purse from the chair.
"It's too early." Danny moaned lying face down sprawled across the bed.
"It's just after eight." Lindsay corrected. "You have to be at work at ten, I set the alarm for nine for you. Don't let anyone try tracing our cell phones to figure out where we are and I'll see you later."
"I don't get a kiss goodbye?"
"You'll have to unbury your head from the pillows first."
Danny raised his head and Lindsay gave him a kiss.
"Have fun and don't get into trouble." He told her.
"We'll try not to. Have a good day at work; Mac's going to need some help."
CSI NY CSI NY
"Morning Danny." Flack walked into the room where Danny was running some tests.
"Morning." Danny replied.
"How's the pain in the butt?" Flack bit back a smile.
Danny looked at him.
"How did you know about that?"
"Your wife told Stella, who told Mac who I just saw."
"I'll kill her." Danny muttered.
"Not the best thing to say in front of a homicide detective buddy." Flack told him.
"It's fine."
"So you and Lindsay weren't doing something kinky and that's how you ended up with a bruised butt?"
"No." Danny sighed. "I rolled off the couch and hit my butt on the edge of the coffee table, after I fell asleep waiting for Lindsay to get home."
"Stick to that story."
"What are you doing here anyway?"
"After hours of searching we came up with some id's for Mac and Lindsay's bodies under the floorboards."
"We?" Danny questioned.
"Okay, I wasn't involved in it, but I was heading this way."
"That sounds more likely."
"So did they tell you where they were going?" Flack asked.
"No." Danny replied.
"You didn't ask?"
"I stopped asking, although they did mentioned hunting you down if you even thought about using their cell phone GPS chips to track them down."
"I hadn't thought of that." Flack said. Danny could see the cogs turning in his head.
"Let them do what ever it is they are going to do. Stella assured me they aren't leaving the country or the state for that matter, so they'll be fine."
"Stella, Claire and New Mexico." Flack recalled. "You're not the least bit curious?"
"Yes, but it's her party. Let them enjoy it."
TBC