Lindsay walked into Stella's office and landed on a chair before the table

Lindsay walked into Stella's office and landed on a chair before the table. Stella raised her eyes from the documents she was reading.

"So what's bugging you? You should be in seventh heaven, because you have a date with Flack tonight."

Lindsay smirked, she should have known, "I think I check every room in the lab, I suspect that Danny has everything wired."

"Why to you think it is Danny?"

"Because, he is the biggest gossiper you can find."

"You're right again. Back to the topic in hand, what's bothering you?"

"I don't have anything to wear to night."

"Every woman's eternal problem. You haven't been on a date since you moved into the big apple?"

"I only went once to opera, but that was cut short when Danny found that body in subway."

Stella stud up, "So you need my help." Lindsay nodded, "Ok, our sift ends in four hours, ask Flack if you should dress formally, casually or between. Then we look through your closet and if you don't have anything wear, of what I doubt, then we're going shopping. We have three hours so everything will be under control."

"Okay." Lindsay crabbed her cell and sent a message to Flack.


Don looked around, Danny and Mac had dragged him out to lunch into "Grambely".

"So tell me guys why are we here?"

"Fellows at the department have talked about this place for months now, so I thought that we should check it out." Mac took a piece of bread out of the basket what was bought on to the table.

Danny grinned "Seems like, Grambely, Sullivan's and Ray's are making fortune, feeding starving cops."

"And on cops who need alcohol." Flack nodded, he looked at the bar and saw Victor Mast who was cleaning glasses, and nodded greeting to him.

"So that is Mast?" Danny looked the man at bar.

"Yeah, he's a good lad, but bad circumstances put him to jail, life isn't easy. So would you guys tell me, what is going on?"

Danny and Mac exchanged smirks, "Wait a little, our food is coming." Flack frowned and looked the roost beef he had ordered, he hadn't had beef so long, but something inside of him was against the food. He knew he had to eat, because if Danny and Mac were in the mood like that, he should be careful. He looked when his tortures took last bite he asked, "So let me have it, what to you two want!"

"First of all, the darker themes," Mac looked firmly at him, "We need to look deeper into your acquaintances, I need a list, make it two lists, one for those who hate you."

"I'm going to make you happy and say, the list of those who hate me is longer than route 66."

"It seems like you have had a very busy life."

"Don't mention it. I give you the list tomorrow's eve or day after tomorrow. And now the lighter theme!" at that both Danny and Mac sat right beside him, "So you're going out with Lindsay tonight." Don had suspected that. "Danny I ought to kill you, reading my letter to Lindsay, that's low, bro."

"You shouldn't have left it so openly on her table; I just recognized your handwriting."

"I need to ask, didn't your mother ever teach you that reading others letters isn't polite?"

"She did, but in the university I was taught that it was important to read every letter you found."

"Damn CSI's," Flack muttered under his breath, "So what to you want?" Don looked at Mac, "Here's the cliché, Donny, if you hurt her we send you to soprano's choir."

"Don't worry, if it happens, she will kill me before you even got there, and she will hide the evidence so well that even you, Stella and Sheldon don't find them."

"Then it's settled, but remember, if she doesn't get you first, we will." Flack smirked; he needed to watch his back.


"What did Flack say?" Stella asked when they walked to Lindsay's apartment.

"Between." Stella smirked; she should have guessed that Flack will to something romantical. Lindsay threw her bag on the cupboard, "Do you want something to drink?"

"Yes, coffee would be nice, where is your closet?"

"In my bedroom,­ it's down the corridor first door to left." Stella left from the kitchen where they in some point had stepped in.

When Lindsay followed her into the bedroom 20 minutes later Stella had looked through all of her clothes and had made four piles on her bed.

"You know, I would die to have clothes like this. I don't understand why to you say that you don't have anything to wear?"

"Maybe it is so because I'm use to having these clothes. So what did you find?"

"Oh I found all kind of beautiful things. I think we can find the right thing you to wear." In next hour they browsed through all those cloths. Skirts, blouses, pants, dresses, at last they found a black culotte and green collar and half sleeved shirt.

"That's perfect, now we only need to find you a jacket and shoes. You go now and get a shower I'm going to put cloths and look for the things you need." Lindsay only nodded when Stella was in fashion mode, no one wanted to argue with her.

Another hour later, Lindsay stood before her long mirror.

"You look beautiful; Flack would be a Neanderthal, if he didn't think that." Lindsay grinned, Stella was right, under her instructions, she had become beautiful. She wore black high heels, culotte, green shirt and black jacket, Stella had made her light make up and she had little curls in her hear.

"I'm going to go now; he will be here about a quarter of an hour." Stella looked once more at Lindsay, "You know I feel like a mother whose daughter is going on her first date." Lindsay started laughing, that was little disturbing picture, but fun, "So tell me mother, how old you were when you had me?"

"Stop your mocking, now I really going. Tomorrow you will tell me everything."


Exactly at seven o'clock Lindsay opened her door to Flack. He stared at Lindsay, he felt like his jaw hanged opened, "You look beautiful."

"Thank you," she stepped out and stood next to him, "Seems like you aren't Neanderthal."

"What?"

"Sorry, inside joke," Don took her hand and guided her to the cab and gave the driver the address, what Lindsay didn't recognize.

"So were we going?"

"It's a surprise, you'll see."

Cab stopped in front of a little cozy Greeks restaurant, Flack took Lindsay under her hand again and showed her inside to the restaurant.

"Donny, my boy." Came a joyful exclamation and 60 year old man, with black grayish hair came to them and crab Flack into a bear hug.

"Uncle Ralf, it's good to see you again."

"How's you mother?"

"She is doing well, but she complained, that she hasn't heard from her older brother for a long time."

"That's not a nice older brother then, if I was him I run for my life, your mothers anger is so horrible that even Napoleon would have run before it hit him."

"I don't see you running, uncle."

"I have business to run here, Donny, and not even your mother's anger would stop me." That exchange was held with serious faces, but the seriousness was cut with two similar laughs, "I promise I call her, in few days. But how is that beautiful young lady with you?"

"Uncle I like you to meet Lindsay Monroe, Lindsay this is my uncle Raffaele Gallucci."

"It's pleasure to meet you Ms Monroe; what are you doing with a man like my nephew?"

"Pleasure is all mine Mr. Gallucci. I just had to come; he begged on knees, I felt sorry for him, so I'm here." Mr. Gallucci started laugh again, "Donny I like the girl she's got fire in her."

"I know, uncle, I know." Don and Lindsay changed amused glances.

"I kept the table you asked, come with me." Uncle Ralf leaded them through the cozy restaurant to a little table under the window. "Here're the menus, I'll be right back."

When uncle Ralf left, Lindsay looked at Don, "So tell me now, he is an Italian, but owns Greeks restaurant?"

"He has a strange logic. Stranger than any I have heard before."

"So I'm here to listen."

"Well, he has a theory that Greeks foods are better than Italian, because Italian food are descend from Greek. Because when Roman added it to empire, they took over their gods and why not even their foods. But like Roman gods were bad duplicates of Greek gods, so the foods are to." Lindsay's left lip corner started twitching and then she was out openly laughing.

"I told you it was strange logic." Lindsay stopped laughing when Ralf came back to their tablet. "So here are the menus."

"Thanks uncle Ralf."

"Donny, I'm sorry I haven't talked to you lately, I just wanted to say to you that I'm sorry about Melody and Olivia."

"Thanks uncle, but don't let it all ruin our evening. What to you recommend us to order?"

"Today's specials are Gyro and Pastitsio. For the young lady to know Gyro is thin slices of barbecued meat specially seasoned with herbs and spices, served with tomatoes and onions on pita bread, and topped with tzadziki. And Pastitsio is Greek "lasagna" combining macaroni, ground meat, cheese and covered with béchamel sauce."

"What to you think Lindsay?"

"I trust your taste, it seems like you know better Greeks foods than me."

"Well, then Uncle bring us today's specials. I have Gyro and Pastitsio for Lindsay."

"You have very good taste nephew." When uncle Ralf walked back into the kitchen Don and Lindsay exchanged smiles.

"He is a strange fellow."

"I told you. You know Danny and Mac cornered me at lunch. They told me if I hurt you, I will sing in the soprano's choir tomorrow."

"I can understand their worry, considering your reputation."

"What's wrong with my reputation?"

Lindsay smiled mischievously, "Oh I don't know, maybe that there is a rumor in the lab and department that you date every new female police officer and lab tech." Flacks eyes went big and he started waiving his hand in front of him, "No, no, no that's not true. Danny is that one, not me."

"Well, well I thought I never see again how Donald Flack tries to talk himself out of trouble." Don turn to around to the place where the laughing voice had come from, a smirk formed on his lips, "And I thought I never see the day when Patrick Douglas comes free willingly to a restaurant for dinner."

"You wouldn't, if she hadn't held a gun against my head and told me choose my life or dinner, so we left the children to your parents and here we are." Flack crabbed the brown haired man into a brotherly hug.

"Donny I did not, that man is lying." A beautiful woman stepped close, just one look and Lindsay could tell she was Camille Flack-Douglas Don sister.

"Remember Pat, that it was me who taught her to shoot, how are you, baby sister of mine?"

"That is scary you know." Flack hit him and then hugged her lovingly and gently.

"Well, oh older brother of mine, and how are you."

"Let's not disturb the mood, Camille. Now let me introduce you two to Lindsay Monroe my collage and my date tonight. Lindsay, this beautiful and wonderful lady is my sister Camille Douglas, and this gentleman is my brother-in-law and one of my partners in crime Patrick Douglas."

"It is pleasure to meet you. I have heard so much about you." Lindsay smiled to the married couple.

"And so have we, April haven't stopped talking about you, from the day she met you." Lindsay blushed; Flack started to save her from the embarrassment, but was stopped by Patrick.

"A date, Flack?"

"A brick for a brain, Pat?" Lindsay and Camille changed looks and burst out laughing, "They are always like that you get use to it."

"Yeah I know Flack and Danny are like that all the time."

"Oh then you haven't seen the worst of it, when Don, Col, and Pat got together there are impossible, but if you add Danny into that mix you get five year olds."

"Only five?"

"Yeah you're right their more like three." And they cracked up again.

"Hey, Flack, your sister and date are making fun of us."

"Oh, and know their both are mine? Well Douglas it's seems like you are going home alone tonight, because I'm going to entertain Both of my girls."

"You wouldn't be that cruel, I take my words back." He smiled his cutest smile, what made everyone's heart melt, even the juries and judges, but not Flacks. "You know, I fell for that smile last time in the forth grade, hell look at where it got me, so yeah, but nice try."

"Honey, I think it's time to go back to our table, because your brother is bitching and the food is coming."

Camille turned to Lindsay, "It was very nice to meet you Lindsay."

"Same here Camille."

"So big brother of mine," Camille hugged him and whispered, "She is a nice girl, don't let her go. And take care yourself."

"I will, don't worry about it."

"If it's you I always worry, and don't forget this Sunday April is all yours, maybe we bring Sean also."

"Right sis." Patrick tabbed on his shoulder.

"Don't forget how to be a gentlemen, take the girl home after the date," Flack hit him back to his head, "and we must go play hockey soon."

"I call Colin and we see what time we could match together." When Patrick and Camille had gone back to their table, Lindsay looked at Flack, "So you play hokey?"

"Yeah all three of us, we love football, soccer, basketball and baseball, but hey hokey was the game for us."

"So what position you play?"

"I'm the goalie?"

"Let me guess, Jim Craig is your idol?"

"How did you know? Yeah he was and still is. I think my first memory is the Olympic of 80, I know I was only two years old then, but I swear that was my first memory. The words "to you believe in miracles?" etch indelibly in to my mind. Every time when I step on the ice I hear them. I almost went to collage and played pro, but in the last minute I decide to become a cop."

"A pro, then you were very good?" He started to answer when Ralf came.

"Your food will be ready in a minute, here is the wine chart." Flack and Lindsay looked at it; all the wines there were Greeks, as should be.

"So what to you wish?"

"What to you think Lindsay Cava Athanassiadi White, is good with you?"

"Is it good?"

"Trust Donny in that Ms Monroe, he has good taste in wines, as he has in woman and food."

"Okay, it's fine with me."

"Uncle Ralf Cava Athanassiadi White it is then."

"I'll be back in a minute." And he was true to his word.

"Here you go Donny." He gave the glass to Flack, who smelled it and tasted it. "Still as good as I remember," He turned to Lindsay, "It is combination of Savatiano and Asyrtiko, they aged this wine for two years in barrel and bottle."

"How to you know so much about this wine?"

"My dear, he knows lot about wines because he comes from Gallucci family."

"Lindsay, my family loves wines even if I prefer a good cold bear, the love towards wines will stay in my blood." At that moment their food arrived. They stayed quiet for a while.

"Yeah, I was good; I got stipendium into the Boston University, Pat and Colin got it also, but I made a different decision, so did Colin and Patrick, Colin got an injury and Pat had Camille, we all turned over back to the professional hokey, but we still play."

"Boston University if you had gone there you'll have been the mortal enemy to the Minnesota University."

"Yeah, that would have been."

Hour later Ralf crabbed Don into a big bear hug, "Don't let that one go, she is a jewel."

"I know that uncle, and I won't." Ralf went and hugged Lindsay gently, "Keep an Eye on him, won't you."

"I will Mr. Gallucci."

Don Helped Lindsay into the cab, "So what to you think?"

"You have nice family at least the part I have met. "

"Some they you meet all of them." Silence took over the car.

"So your idol is a man who stopped 36 out of 39 shots that night against the Russians. He could play like that even after his mother's death, what was horrible to him."

"How the hell to you know all of that?"

"Could tell you that I watched the move, but know, my older brother likes hokey, He himself was three on 80's Olympic Games, but he has always told that he remembers them. He plays football, but hokey is his baby."

"Let me guess, you know hell of a lot about hokey then."

"Your right." Cab stopped before Lindsay's apartment house. Flack accompanied her to the door. "I had wonderful evening, thank you Don."

"So had I." Then Flack kissed her, Lindsay felt how her knees got weaker, she never had been kissed that way. When it ended Lindsay hold her eyes closed so that the feeling wouldn't go away, when she opened them again she saw Flack blue eyes looked her interestingly.

"You know that kind of a kiss should be punished by the law."

"Well then we both should be bearing life time for years know." Flack smiled, Lindsay was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, but he had to leave her know.

"I should go know."

"Yeah you should." But either of them didn't make a move. Finally Don kissed her again, it was the kiss what robed every sense from your head, then he backed of. "It was the best evening I ever had, but know I'm really going, see you tomorrow:" Then he ran to the cab. Lindsay looked after him, and then to the sky, was it an illusion or real, but she saw stars in the sky. Where they outcome of Flack kisses or it was one of the perfect night in her life. She didn't know but she thought about it when she closed the door.


N/A: Finally I'm finished with this chapter, I know it's almost two months so I'm a ass, yes I know that. But hear me out, I am been really busy and a monster called writer's block sat on me. I got rid of him after I beat him up and threw out of the window. So I hope you enjoy the chapter, I myself am little doubtful about it, but please tell me what to you think about it.