Danny swirled Lindsay around the dance floor.

"I'm not going to lose you to Dancing with the Stars am I?" Lindsay questioned.

"One I'm not a star."

"You are the man who scored the home run that beat the Yankees." Lindsay reminded.

"And two." He continued. "You wouldn't catch me dead in sequins."

"I guess that means I get you all to myself."

"I guess it does." Danny kissed her before he spun her.

As the song finished and new one began, someone tapped Danny on the shoulder.

"Mind if I cut in?"

"Oh my god what are you guys doing here?" Lindsay gasped as Danny turned around to see the two men towering over him.

"We were in town and we heard that you organised a party, so we thought we'd drop by." The man who had tapped Danny on the shoulder replied.

"Danny this is..."

"Jeff Dunleave and Craig Holland, who used to play for the 49ers." Danny finished the introduction for her.

"And you're Danny Messer the man who scored the home run that beat the Yankees yesterday." Craig said.

"Told you you were famous." Lindsay smiled.

"So can I cut in?" Jeff inquired.

"You'll have to ask the lady."

"I'd be honoured." Lindsay blushed slightly.

"Is Linsday dancing with who I think she's dancing with?" Stella asked Flack as she sipped her orange juice. She was on second call.

"I think that is Jeff Dunleave." Flack agreed.

"Of course it is." Clay came up behind him. "Great guy and you should meet his wife. She's a wedding planner."

"Sometimes I forget Lindsay knows all these people."

"Jeff was the first person to make her laugh after everything."

"Everything?" Stella questioned.

"Being the only survivor." He expanded. But when he saw the blank look on his sister's co-workers faces he knew that she had never mentioned it. "Never mind."

"Start spilling." Stella prompted.

"And remember we interrogate people for a living." Flack added.

Clay knew he was going to have to tell them.

"When Lindsay was a teenager, she and three of her best friends were at cafe, it was the last day before they all went their separate ways for the summer. Lindsay went to the bathroom and a guy with a shotgun came in and shot her friends and the waitress. Lindsay was the only witness."

"Did they catch the guy?" Flack asked.

"Not yet." Clay replied.

"God." Stella exclaimed. "She was just a kid, how do you get through something like that?"

"She didn't come out of her room for three weeks. She couldn't stand people ask her if she was okay. Then one day she got up, got dressed and walked straight out the house and caught the bus to library. She read every book they had on forensics and cops. I guess that's when she decided she was going to be a cop. She wanted answers on how they were going to catch the guy. I managed to convince my parents to let her come back to San Francisco with me for a couple weeks just to get away. I'd only been with the 49ers a couple of months. She's never quite been the same, but since she's moved here she's a lot more like the Lindsay I grew up with. That's thanks to you guys and Danny."

"Does Danny know?" Flack inquired.

"I don't know." Clay admitted honestly. "She doesn't talk about it much, if at all. We spent years trying to protect her, I guess she's just trying to give people the answers to why bad things happen that she never got."

"It explains a lot."

"Just don't tell her I told you."

TBC