Chapter 3

Lindsay rolled over and threw the covers over her head as the sun shone in her eyes. Casey was walking out of the bathroom and laughed at Lindsay.

"Did you have a rough night?" Lindsay's head popped up and she glared at Casey.

"Why does this happen every time we're together?" Lindsay asked half of her face buried in the pillow.

"Because I bring out the best in you, remember?" Casey sat down on the edge of the bed with a glass of water in one hand and three aspirin in the other. "Take these. It might help."

Lindsay sat up and took the pills. "So, what happened with you and Flack?"

"We just talked."

"That's it?"

"Lindsay, we were on the street what did you expect me to do? Have sex with him right then and there?" Casey laughed and made Lindsay laugh.

"Oh, don't make me laugh. My head is killing me."

"Danny called by the way. He asked how you were doing. I told him you were dead, or at least I was sure that's how you were feeling. Lindsay, you didn't even drink that much. I remember when you could shoot 'em back with the best of 'em." Casey set Lindsay's glass on the night stand.

Lindsay sunk back down into the bed. "That was like five years ago. I drink one beer when I go out now, and I'm good."

"Well, I'll remember that next time."

"So, what do you think of Danny? Do you approve?"

Casey laid down on the bed next to Lindsay. "I like him. I actually would've never pictured the two of you together, but I like him. He kind of brings out a little of the same side of you that I do. Or at least he tries." She laughed. "But really, Lindsay, I like him. He treats you good and that's all that matters to me." She put her hand on Lindsay's.

"We'll find you some great guy some day." Lindsay said. "Maybe Flack." She smiled at her friend.

"I barely know the guy, besides I have to go back to Montana some time. I have my own life there. I don't think either of us would want to give up our lives and pick up and move for the other one."

"You never know," Lindsay said and closed her eyes.

Don and Danny were standing at a crime scene in Central Park. Danny was photographing the scene.

"So, I kinda like Casey. She brings out Lindsay's wild side." Danny smiled making Don laugh.

"I thought you liked that Lindsay wasn't wild."

"Well, every good girl's got her wild side and that's nice to see every once in a while too." Danny bent down to examine something. "How about Casey, huh? She's pretty cool."

Don smirked. "Yeah she's cool."

"That's it?"

"What do you want me to say? She's good-looking, she's got a good personality. Danny, she lives in Montana. Where do expect this could go?"

"I wasn't talking about marriage. I was just talking about having some fun."

"Man, I don't know how Lindsay puts up with you. Is that all you think about?"

"I think about it all the time, but I only talk to you about it." Both men laughed.

"Let's just focus on this crime scene." They both went on with their jobs, but Don knew the conversation would probably be continued later.