Danny was joking with Flack when Lindsay walked up to him wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
Flack smirked.
"Not that I'm complaining Montana but what was that for?"
"You can be very sweet sometimes." Lindsay replied catching her breath.
"Did I do something I don't know about?" Danny asked.
"Maybe I should leave you both too it." Flack suggested.
"No it was actually you I was looking for." Lindsay told him. "And my friend in the DA's office called and told me what you said about me in your deposition."
"That was only yesterday and how does she know?" Danny asked.
"I didn't ask, but it was very sweet."
"What did you need me for?" Flack inquired.
"You're 6'2 right?" Lindsay said.
"Yeah."
"Do you have an hour or so to spare I need some help with an experiment?"
"We were on our way to lunch." Flack stated.
"I'll buy you lunch if you help out." She offered.
"Why Flack anyway?" Danny asked.
"Our suspect is 6'2 and roughly the same build so I need to see if he is capable of doing something."
"I just had this suit dry-cleaned." Flack pointed out.
"Don't worry Stella and I have some overalls you can change into."
"You're not going to let go until I agree are you?"
"No." Lindsay replied.
"She does pay up." Danny advised Flack.
"Fine." Flack conceded.
"I'm coming to watch." Danny told her.
"Shouldn't be a problem."
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"Why did I agree to this again?" Flack asked as he was suspending upside down in the air from a rope.
"Because Lindsay offered you free food?" Danny suggested.
"And you have an overwhelming desire to make sure that justice is done." Stella added.
"That's ebbing away by the minute while my blood hits my head."
"The quicker you stopped moaning the quicker we'll get you back the right way up." Lindsay told him.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Hook your feet over the edge and shoot straight ahead with the laser." Lindsay instructed. "Actually Danny why don't you stand over this side with your back to him, you're about the same height as our vic." Lindsay pointed out a spot. "Aim for the back of his head."
"That's nice I'm the dead guy." Danny stepped into position.
"Girl." Stella corrected.
"Okay." Lindsay made a cross on the glass which was set up to be the same size as the window. She measured from the bottom of the frame up to where the cross was. "It's an exact."
"Do I want to know why Flack is doing a Mission Impossible impersonation?" Mac appeared in the doorway.
"Just testing a theory." Stella replied. "It was how our vic was killed."
"He was dangling off the roof; he used the grips on the front of his boots to hold onto the window ledge above. We have evidence of the scratch marks he left and rope fibers from the roof and the window ledge. The cross is where he shot through the window with a handgun which hit our vic straight through the back of the head."
"It's an elaborate way to kill someone." Mac stated.
"You can't leave evidence in some ones apartment if you were never in it." Stella stated.
"We collected the glass from around where it shattered, the glass was inside not outside. The shot had to come from outside." Lindsay continued.
"The bullet was from a handgun not a rifle or a sniper."
"Um guys Flack's turning a little red here, can I let him down?" Danny requested.
"Sorry Don." Lindsay apologised. "Lift you feet off and we'll get you the right way up."
Flack rubbed his forehead when his feet touched the ground.
"You'd better be buying me a decent lunch Monroe." He stated.
"Danny buy him lunch." Lindsay told her husband.
"You're the one who offered." Danny reminded her. "Why do I have to pay?"
"Our pay checks get paid into a joint bank account, who is to say whose dollar is whose?" Lindsay questioned.
"She has a point." Stella remarked.
"Flack change if you want lunch." Danny stated. "It looks like I'm buying."
TBC