Lindsay snuck down to the dugout at the bottom of the ninth. The scores were now level so it was NYPD's game to lose. NYPD currently had one out.
"Hey." Lindsay said to Danny.
"What are you doing here?" Danny asked.
"I came to wish you good luck."
"You wished me good luck before the game started Montana." Danny reminded her.
"Matt wanted me to tell you something."
"Matt?" He questioned.
"He and Becky are here. He's been scribbling in his notebook."
"What's Matt say?"
"Don't swing at slider." Lindsay explained. "He says you keep doing it and it's what keeps getting you out. Curve balls are better."
"Hey Messer you're up next." The dugout coach called.
"I gotta go play ball." Danny smiled at her.
"Go get 'em cowboy." Lindsay gave him a quick kiss and a pat on the butt.
Danny shook his head before going to take his place on the field.
Lindsay went and stood next to Flack to watch.
"Should you even be down here?" He asked.
"All access pass." Lindsay replied. "The head honcho likes me."
"He needs to keep his eye on the ball."
"He just needs not to swing at sliders."
"What?"
"Matt. He's been figuring it out all afternoon. Apparently you swing half a second too fast."
"Now you tell me."!
"I'm not the one who has been consorting with a mathematician behind their wives backs."
"Firstly most of the major league teams have a statistician on their payrolls and secondly I'm not married." Flack pointed out.
"Strike one." The umpire called.
"Come on, come on." Lindsay muttered.
"A tie isn't a bad outcome." Flack pointed out.
"Bite your tongue." Lindsay warned him.
"I haven't had anyone say that to me since I was ten and cursed in front of a priest."
"I think ten hail marys spinning around spitting on the ground should cover it."
"Strike two."
"I can't watch." Lindsay turned and hid her eyes in Flack's shirt.
TBC
A/N: Sorry I thought I'd posted this at the weekend, but then I remember I'd had it half written when my computer crashed and never got round to finishing it. I will hopefully have time to post more at the weekend.