Don Flack turned as he was tapped on the shoulder.
"Oh hey Lindsay."
"Want to dance?" Lindsay inquired.
"Where did you lose Danny to?"
"He's giving his opinion on today gave to the Giant's quarterback."
"Why not?" He shrugged.
"Is everything okay?" Lindsay asked as they waltzed around the dance floor.
"Fine. Why do you ask?"
"You're looking at me strangely."
"I'm not." Flack protested.
"I saw you talking to Clay earlier, what did he tell you?" Lindsay asked.
"It's not important."
"Flack, just tell me." Lindsay insisted.
He couldn't argue with her when she looked at him like that anymore than Danny could.
"He may have mentioned what happened when you were a teenager with your friends."
Lindsay cursed under her breath.
"Don't tell Danny." She requested.
"He doesn't know?" Flack questioned.
"He knows I became a cop because my friends were murdered. He doesn't know I was there. I don't talk about it and I'm still not up to having that conversation yet."
"Okay."
"You have to promise."
"I promise Lindsay, I won't say anything. Neither will Stella if you don't want her to."
When they were finished dancing one of the other who was helping run the evening came over to them.
"Lindsay, I think it's about time to start the auction. I know you wanted to say a few words first."
"Thank you, excuse me." She excused herself to go up onto the stage. "Excuse me, may I have everyone's attention."
The room quietened.
"It's come time for the auction section of our evening but before we get to that I just wanted to say a few words." She paused. "When Jasmine and I were discussing how we could raise some money for children's cancer charities neither ever thought it would snowball into something this big. Both of us have recently had babies so organising something this big took a lot of effort. I wanted to just say thank you to a few people, first my brother Clay who used his connections and I'm told charm to help us get in contact with some of the other people I want to thank." She continued with a list of people who include all the teams, the mayor and the Chief of police. "Before I hand you over to our auctioneer for the evening, Marcus Duchamp, I have one final request. The city of New York is building a memorial fountain in Central Park; it will be built with engraved pebbles bearing the name of every police officer and fire fighter who has died in the line of duty. There are far too many and unfortunately however hard we try the number will only increase. These pebbles will cost ten dollars each, if you can please donate the cost of a pebble each. Enjoy the rest of the evening thank you for coming. I'll hand you over to Marcus now."
"Nice speech." Danny kissed her forehead when she rejoined them as they were preparing for the first lot.
"I have something for you." She handed him a pebble, it wasn't the size of the normal pebbles you'd find on the beach, but smooth and about eight inches wide.
"Whose name is on it?" Stella inquired.
"Aidan Burns." Danny replied.
"I thought she deserved her own. She may have not been a cop when she died, but she died following through on a case that she couldn't let go."
"I think Aidan would have like that." Stella smiled.
"A nice touch." Flack agreed.
"Since when have they been planning a memorial fountain?" Danny asked.
"Since Lindsay talked the mayor into high jacking the fountain they already had planned to build for a good cause." Jasmine said from her seat.
"First lot is coming up." Lindsay changed the subject blushing.
TBC