When they had done singing Danny and Flack grabbed their beers and retired to the bar to avoid all the oestrogen.
Danny smiled and hummed along as Lindsay and Becky sang.
"You know this song?" Flack asked.
"Don, when you've been to our apartment at all since I moved in and the TV wasn't on, when have you not heard country music in the background, even when it's on low?"
"Your point being?"
"When you marry a girl from the country you need to learn to appreciate country music." Danny explained. "She says it helps drown out the city noise. The radio is tuned into the only country frequency in the city and I've listened to more songs about broken hearts and tractors than I ever thought I would but some of it's not bad."
"You're admitting to liking country music?" Flack questioned.
"Just don't tell Lindsay." Danny sipped his beer.
"Who is this anyway?" Flack asked.
"Carrie Underwood normally. She won American Idol last year."
"Speaking of American Idol winners, Kelly Clarkson is hot."
"No arguments from me."
Danny's cell phone rang.
"Messer." He answered. "No Stella invited Flack and I to Lindsay party…. She forced us to sing karaoke… we're at…." Danny gave him the location at the bar before hanging up. "Hawkes is coming to join us."
"More the merrier."
Later Becky walked over to them.
"So Detective do you rumba?" Becky asked Flack.
"Er..no…" Flack replied.
"What do they teach you city guys?"
"Does the Math Professor rumba?"
"He can tell you all the mathematical aspects of dance but he has two left feet." Becky admitted.
"I can rumba." Hawkes told her.
"Then you'll do." Becky led Hawkes onto the dance floor, as the music played while they took a break from karaoke.
"How come my math teacher never looked like that?" Flack asked. "I may have paid more attention."
"She's still my little sister Don." Lindsay commented having walked over and heard his remark.
"Sorry."
"And we learnt a long time ago how to be nice and smart at the same time."
"And to rumba I see." Flack commented.
"It's surprising where ballroom dancing will get you." Lindsay smiled. "Speaking of dancing." She looked at Danny.
"I don't rumba."
"I didn't ask you too. Just dance with me."
"Okay." Danny downed the rest of his beer before following her.
"Having fun?" Stella walked over and asked Flack.
"Yeah." He replied. "You usually invite Mac to group activities. Or more like drag."
"He has a date." Stella replied.
"Are we talking about the same Mac Taylor?"
"Yes."
"Do we know who she is?" Flack inquired.
"Do you know Peyton the new medical examiner?"
"Mac and the medical examiner? When did this happen?"
"This is what their fifth or sixth date."
"How did I not know about this?" Flack asked.
"I knew, Lindsay knew actually I think most of the women at the lab knew."
"Is this where you tell me women talk?" Flack inquired.
"No this is where I say are you going to ask me to dance or do I have to stand here talking?"
"I don't rumba." Flack told her.
"I'm sure we can work around that."
He held out his hand to her.
TBC