They were about half way to Montana when the FBI Agents had to start to look at their case.

"Crime scene photos." Quinn passed the file to one of his colleagues.

"Mind if I take a look?" Lindsay asked.

"You want to take a look?"

"I investigate crime scenes for a living." Lindsay reminded them.

"She has bureau clearance." Julie pointed out. "And she was clean when the NSA ran a background check on her when Becky started consulting for them."

"Is she supposed to know they did a background check on her?" Jack asked.

"They did a background check on my whole family." Lindsay. "It's standard procedure. So can I see?"

The file was passed to Lindsay.

Lindsay read through the report and started looking at the pictures.

"Can you take her for a minute?" Lindsay requested, Olivia had woken up once but had since gone back to sleep.

Jack reluctantly took Olivia.

"Is something wrong?" Julie asked.

"Something is off in the pictures." Lindsay got up and moved toward the back of the plane where there was another table so she could spread the pictures out.

"What kind of off?" Julie inquired.

"I know the FBI has supposedly the best crime lab in the country."

"No supposedly about it." Jack protested.

"But their wrong."

"Wrong?" Julie asked.

"See these boot marks. The depth of the impression in the mud is wrong. Given the wear pattern and the stride length. The person who was wearing the boots wasn't their owner."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Depth impressions. I had a case just after I moved to New York where a woman tried to frame a guy for killing her when she actually committed suicide. She wore his shoes to leave prints. There are some other problems here."

Lindsay was able to work for twenty minutes before Olivia woke up. She took one look at Jack and burst out into tears.

"She's hungry." Lindsay walked over and grabbed a jar of baby food from her bag. "And Daddy packed your favourite."

Lindsay picked Olivia up and sat her on her knee so she could feed her.

"Does she talk?" Jack asked.

"She can say Dada and Mama and a few other words but she's only eight months old, she has plenty of time."

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"Dad." Lindsay ran over as fast as she could with a baby in her arms.

"Hey pumpkin. She has gotten big." Lindsay father commented.

"I know."

"How are you doing?"

"I'm getting there."

"Is this all your luggage?" He asked.

"No. I had to change Liv's diaper so one of the Agents was going to bring it for me."

"Lindsay." The Agent came over. "Your luggage."

"Thank you." Lindsay replied.

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"I love you too." Danny said before hanging up.

"Lindsay get there okay?" Flack asked.

"Yes. She also found some problems with an FBI lab report."

"Good for her." Flack said. "How are you doing?"

"My family are a couple thousand miles away, so I'm great."

"Sorry stupid question." Flack apologised.

"It's just going to take some getting used to. I've had Lindsay and Olivia to go home to for so long I don't even remember what it's like to live alone."

"You get to leave beer bottles around and the toilet seat up without anyone yelling at you about it."

"Lindsay doesn't yell, she generally stares at me and waits for me to figure it out myself."

"You're so whipped. We'll go for a drink when you're done."

"I don't get off until midnight." Danny pointed out.

"I know you've been married for a while now buddy, but bars still open after midnight."

TBC