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AGAIN YOU GUYS ALAWAYS MAKE MY DAY!!
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Two weeks had passed and there had been homicides.
Two weeks had passed and there had been suicides.
Two weeks had passed and there had been rapes.
Two weeks had passed and the earth had moved on.
Two weeks had passed and Danny Messer wasn't in New York anymore.
The team missed him but they came along with it. Lindsay thought about him everyday but she made her job. Don had barely talked to anyone especially not to Lindsay.
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Mac went through the Lab, looking for Lindsay. Finally he found her sitting in her office.
Mac: I'm glad I found you! I've got a case for you. Two dead bodies were found under the Brooklyn Bridge. Pick up Flack and go.
Lindsay just nodded.
Lindsay: Great working with Flack! I haven't seen him for two weeks. He still owes me a date.
She grinned and got up to look for Flack.
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Lindsay had been everywhere but Flack wasn't there. Ben, a NYPD officer, told her that Flack was on call but not in the office. So Lindsay drove to his apartment.
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While driving she heard "love song".
Lindsay: Again this song! I think it follows me! No wait that's paranoid. Anyway I miss him. I hope the one from Miami is nice. Wait today is Wednesday, he'll arrive today!
Lindsay thought about how he would be and if he was nice and she still did when she went up the stairs to Flack's apartment.
Lindsay knocked. No answer.
She knocked again. No answer.
After knocking a third time again with no respond, she began to worry.
Lindsay: Don? Are you home? It's me Lindsay? Everything okay?
Still, no answer.
Lindsay: Maybe, he is under the shower or he is shopping and not at home.
Just when she wanted to walk away the door opened.
A tired looking Don Flack was standing in front of her just with a towel around his hips. When he saw Lindsay his face turned bright red just as Lindsay's did.
Lindsay: Hey Don. Oh Lord, he looks good! Wait what's that? Oh my god a scar! Lindsay, he got blown up of course he has a scar.
Don noticed her staring at his scar which made him feel much more uncomfortable.
Don: Great she is scared because of the scar. What if she had been in there? Then she'd have to live with it! And her lovely Danny wouldn't want to kiss or hug her! Donald! Don't you think of things like that!
He felt like an angel and a devil were sitting on his shoulders, just like in "Tom and Jerry".
Don: Lindsay, how can I help you?
Lindsay: Well there are a lot of things. We have a case, we should make a "welcome in New York" banner for the Miami-guy and you owe me a date!
She smiled, he didn't.
Don: Maybe Danny could go on a date with you! Sure. Come in I'll just get dressed.
They walked into his apartment. The kitchen and the living room were one room. His kitchen had wooden cupboards and counters but his floor was white. His couch was orange. Almost everything was either orange or red or yellow or white. And all the cupboards were wooden.
Lindsay: Wow! He really made something out of his place! Nice place Don!
But he didn't hear her. He was in his bedroom getting dressed.
When he had finished he made his way back to Lindsay.
Lindsay: Hey, Mac just called that our case is already solved. So we have the rest of the day for making a banner and/ or going on a date.
Again she smiled, he didn't.
Don: I guess we need a big piece of paper, don't we? And colors?
Lindsay: Yeah, but I don't think you such things, right?
This time he smiled.
Don: That's where you are wrong! I have both!
Lindsay: You are an artist?
Don: No, but my nephew loves drawing and so we do it all the time.
Lindsay grinned.
Lindsay: You have a nephew? How old? What's his name? Is he cute? I love kids.
Don: I can see that. His name's Owen and he's 5. Of course he's cute, he's my nephew!
This time both smiled.
Don: Oh lord, I can't be mad at her. I just can't. That smile and her personality. And actually I have no right to be mad, she doesn't know how much I like her.
Lindsay: A penny for your thoughts! Are you going to get the paper?
Don shook his head and looked at her.
Don: Sure wait a minute.
After some time he came back with colors and the paper. He put it onto the table.
Don: What are we going to write onto it? Just "Welcome to New York"? That's boring.
Lindsay: Right. We could draw a big apple and then write welcome.
Don: Great idea, but I don't think he has the cleverness to get that.
She just rolled her eyes.
Lindsay: So?
Don: I have another great idea! You do your apple and write welcome and I draw the skyline of New York.
Lindsay: GREAT! You can the skyline of New York?
Don: No. But it would have been a great idea!
They both laughed.
Don: To be serious again, we'll do your idea.
Lindsay: Really? Okay. I know your handwriting so you are going to paint the apple, I'm going to write.
Don smiled and did what he was told.
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After some time she finished the last "e" in "welcome" and began to draw some flowers and hearts. Some time later she was finished with that too but Don was still drawing his apple.
Lindsay: Do you need some help? He has worked on it for 2 hours! Even his nephew would be quicker than him!
Don: I don't know but I just can't draw this fu….., sorry, I just can't draw this stem!
She walked over to him and pushed him aside. Then she took the pencil and began to draw.
He watched her.
Don: If she wasn't a CSI, she'd be a kindergarten teacher! No! Linds you just make it worse! There should be a leave on the stem!
She turned round and looked at him in disbelieve.
Lindsay: You draw like a 4-year old and criticize my apple?
He put his hand to his heart.
Don: That hurt aunt Lindsay!
Lindsay: Very funny. How do you want me to draw your apple?
He went behind her and put his head onto her shoulder his hands were put onto hers.
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