Stella wraps an arm around Lindsay's shoulders and smiles down at her, eyes twinkling.
"So????"

Lindsay laughs, shrugging Stella's arm off, and stopping, an eyebrow cocked upwards.
"So what? You really think I will give it up that easily? Man, I am no country bumpkin from Montana, ya know?" She laughs.

Stella sighs, rolling her eyes dramatically, and points to the car. "Get in, I know how to bribe ya, I will be right back."

Legs quickly eating up the distance to Mac & Sheldon, she looks at Sheldon and asks "Can I have your keys? Lindsay & I need some liquid rewards for this stress."

Sheldon fishes out the keys, and hands them over, a confused look crossing his face, but knowing better than to question Stella. Mac laughs and looks over at Lindsay, settling into the passenger seat.

"Interrogation over a Starbucks? Sneaky, Stella. Go, but you guys still have your own work to do, so don't take too long."

Nodding, Stella tosses the keys up and catches them, strolling back to the car, snickering to herself, thinking to herself "Don's got no chance,Chanterelle here we come. I can almost taste the food now. Of course, Don will have to save up, but I'm a patient woman."

Lindsay sat in the car, mind racing, trying to decide what, if anything, she would tell Stella, and knowing she is a goner. Stella would get something out of her. Wondering if she gave her the BARE bones of it, if she'd leave her alone, then shakes her head. No way, she won't be satisfied with that. Stella opens her door and settles into the drivers' seat, startling Lindsay.

"Hey, ready for some coffee, maybe an insanely decadent pastry?" Stella smiles sweetly at Lindsay, knowing she had to be plotting some kind of a way out of this conversation.

Lindsay nods, and settles back for a ride with Stella, double-checking her seatbelt is on, Stella is a good driver but her Greek roots get the best of her sometimes.

Stella finds one far enough from work, they'd be unlikely to be interrupted by any nosy co-workers, but not too far from office. She gets their drinks and a very rich looking treat, and meets Lindsay at a table, removed from the main path of customers. She hands Lindsay her drink and a fork, then settles in.

"So how is my god-daughter, Stel? Getting bigger every day?" Lindsay smiles, hoping her trick to distract her works, even if it's for a minute or two.

Laughing, she nods. "Yes, she is, and looking more like she will be a heartbreaker when she gets older. Don keeps mentioning private school, nunnery, or maybe a girls' only boarding school. But, we're not here to discuss that, are we?" Affixing Lindsay with her patented stare, she waits patiently for Lindsay to fold and give her the skinny on what happened at the scene with Danny.

Taking a bite of food then a sip of her drink, Lindsay squirms a teeny bit under her sharp eye, and then looks up, and her eyes fill with tears.

"Stella, I-I'm pregnant." She sits, trembling slightly, worried because even though they are friends, Danny was in Stella's life first, and she hasn't even told Danny.

Eyes widening, Stella puts her coffee down abruptly. "Oh my……oh my goodness!! Lindsay!!! That's GREAT!!!" She gets up and envelops Lindsay in a huge hug, then holds her at an arms length. "Right?" She searches her face for Lindsay's feeling on this, noting that she has some hollows under her eyes, vowing to feed her more, especially if Danny did not take the initiative.

"Yes, I am happy about it. But Stella, I haven't told Danny. I mean, after the Rueben incident, I think he has decided he won't have kids. We broke up, he pushed me away, didn't trust me enough to help him get through that whole thing. Now he is wants to mend those damaged bridges, and I'm scared, Stella. Really scared."

Nodding, Stella sits back down, thinking quickly, and turns on a (hopefully) reassuring smile, and grasps her hand, "Linds, he will be happy, I mean, it will be a surprise, but he will warm to it quick. I am positive! That man's over the moon about you. Now let's talk shopping, you will need new clothes!! You know you can't leave me behind for that!" She smiles, hoping to distract Lindsay from worrying. Lindsay chuckles and they start talking clothes, her worries allayed for the moment.

Don looks over at Danny, talking animatedly with IAB, knowing they are probably giving him shit for the shoot. He turns back to the Detective interviewing him, and nods.

"Yes. He stated he would shoot us, that even if he wasn't killed during the confrontation, he'd never be free. The suspect must have known we'd found enough evidence to arrest him. We stopped, and attempted to calm him down, and keep his focus on us, allowing back-up the chance to get into place."

Detective Johansson looked up, and raised an eyebrow, "And your wife's display after? A bit inappropriate, don't you think?"

Don pushes back the growl that comes to his throat, and smiles, raising an eyebrow.

"Smart of you to wait until she leaves to mention that. We'll forget you asked that, since it's neither relevant nor is it appropriate to mention it. BUT since you did, she is my wife & a MOTHER; of course she was worried about me. End of story. Understood?"

Detective Johansson nods; rolling his eyes, and closes his book.

"You are on administrative leave until we clear this as a good shoot, same with Messer, ok? Turn your badge & gun into your Captain within the hour. You are free to go, Detective."

Don turns and walks away, walking towards Danny who is obviously getting the same news, his shoulders tightening, then loosening as he nods, and walks away, even as the IAB Detective is finishing his sentence.

"Hey, Don, can I catch a ride back to the Lab? Gotta turn my gun & badge in, just like you do until IAB clears us."

Don nods and indicates with his head towards the car, and stops by Mac, nods to him, "Stel and Lindsay ride back together?"

Mac nods, and leans in, and speaks softly, "They needed some 'girl' time, I'm presuming. Lindsay has had some rough times recently, with Danny, and all."

Sighing, he nods, running his hand through his hair. "I know, and I wish I knew where Danny's head has been. I'm running back to the Lab to drop him off, he needs to turn his badge & gun into you, & then I need to go to the Precinct & do the same. See you later, all right?" Don heads towards the car, wondering how to get Danny to talk.

Danny scuffs his shoe on the cement, trying to decide what to tell Don, not wanting to get too ahead of himself, not really knowing what's going to happen tonight.

Don unlocks the doors and Danny settles in, and looks out the window, lost in his own thoughts.

"Hey, Messer? What's goin' with you & Lindsay? I thought you guys weren't together anymore? Y'all looked pretty cozy a little bit ago?"

Danny chuckles wryly, looking at Don, and nods, "Something like that, man. I don't know. She is all I really think about, ya know? No matter where I am, or what's going on. I think about her, or how'd she like something I'm watching or eating. I don't know if I have a right to ask her to take me back, not after how I treated her. B-but I can't not try."

Don stops, and turns to him, and sighs. "Look, I get that. But she's Stella's best friend, and you're mine. I swear, though, you hurt her again, & I will beat you to a pulp, understand? You cannot keep messing with her emotions."

Nodding, Danny looks away, and sighs quietly.

"I know, I'd let you, man."

Don faces forward, and continues on towards the Lab & his Precinct.