Disclaimer: I am not connected in any way with the creators of any of the CSI shows. (Although based on the spoilers for S4, I am really happy with them right now.) These are just my mind's version of the show.

This picks up where the last chapter left off. Stella and Hawkes just found out about Danny's trip to Montana and his plan to pick Lindsay up. What do they do with this information?

"Peace and quiet, my ass!" Stella exclaimed.

There, on the front page, of the Bozeman Daily News was a picture of Danny and Lindsay, about to kiss.

"Sweet Jesus," Hawkes breathed still staring at the picture. "I wonder if Danny knows about this."

Stella glanced around quickly to make sure that Danny was nowhere around. "I don't think so, Hawkes, but this is great." She started pacing behind Hawkes' desk. "So here's what we've got. Danny went to Montana to watch the trial and," she said triumphantly, coming to a sudden stop, "they almost kiss. My guess is, they're probably going to start seeing each other now, but they'll keep it quiet." Her eyes narrowed, "They think they're so slick, huh, trying to keep this from us."

Hawkes eyed her warily, "You are a scary woman, Stella Bonasera. But then, you're also always right about these things." He leaned back and raised his brow at her, "So what do you want to do with this?"

"What do you want to do with what?" Flack demanded, overhearing Hawkes' statement as he entered the office, plopping down onto a vacant chair, while munching on an apple he had grabbed earlier from the CSI break room.

"Are you eating our food again, Flack?" Stella asked with a smirk.

Flack shrugged defensively, "Hey, I didn't get to grab breakfast. You wouldn't be so selfish with an apple, would you, Stel?" He finished the statement by gazing up at Stella with wide, blue, puppy-dog eyes.

Stella just rolled her green eyes at him. "Does that actually work on women, Flack?"

Flack smirked, "Usually does."

Stella waved her hand dismissively, returning to the issue they were discussing prior to Flack's arrival. "Never mind that, we've got bigger fish to fry."

Flack perked up at that, "Bigger fish? What are we up to?"

Hawkes laughed and asked Flack, "Have you talked to Danny already?"

"Nope," Flack responded, taking another big bite of his stolen apple. "I tried to call him yesterday, but his phone was switched off. I figured he was vegging out at home, and he's been working too much and moping the past few weeks since Lindsay left, so I left him alone. Where is he, by the way?" he finished, tossing the apple core into the trash.

Hawkes motioned for Flack to come closer. "Get a load of this."

Flack walked around the table and crouched down to peer at the screen. "Hot damn." He laughed, "So that's why he wasn't picking up."

Impatiently, Stella tried to get their attention, "Okay, so here's the plan."

Hawkes and Flack looked warily at each other. "Plan?" Hawkes asked carefully.

"Uh-huh!" Stella exclaimed. "This is what we're going to do. They're trying to keep this from us, but we don't want them to do that now, do we? But then again, under regular circumstances, it won't be easy trying to keep something like this from a team of detectives. Imagine how difficult it will be trying to keep it from a bunch of detectives who already know!" she finished with a triumphant grin.

Again, the two men exchanged glances. Then Flack shrugged and said, "Hell, I'm in."

"Great!" Stella crowed and looked expectantly at Hawkes. "What about you?"

He debated internally for a moment and then said, "Agh. Why not? Alright, I'm in, too."

Stella beamed at her two new accomplices and pulled their heads down. "Okay, so this is what we're going to do."

Again, a short chapter. Next up, Lindsay arrives in NYC. Thanks so much for reading this story and stay tuned for the next installment! Don't forget to review!