DISCLAIMER: anything recognizable isn't mine just borrowed from CSI NY, even some lines from HIMYM, and F.R.I.E.N.D.S. with a million thank yous.

A/N: had fun writing this one, hope it comes off so in the read, oh and the bar in this chapter is a mold of 3 of my favorite bars, names aren't in here, just the atmosphere. If I had a business degree, or knew anything about running a business I'd open this bar if I could. =)

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: : Supermen : :

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Danny walked into the hotel room and noticed Lindsay already there; she was kneeling on the ground by the body. "Tyrell Mann, they called him superman." He said as he set down his case. He watched this guy get drafted yesterday, man did the kid have a future.

"With good reason: 45 college career touchdowns, over 3,000 career rushing yards and he averaged 7.2 yards a carry." Lindsay said looking up at him as he gloved up. That might put him in his place. Yea she knows a little something about football. What up?

"Don't tell me you know a little something about football please." Danny nearly pled; he was shaking his head.

"Why, is that so hard to believe?" Lindsay asked going back to examining the body. She always got the look of disbelief when guys found out she knew a little something about sports. It was so incomprehensible that a girl would know anything about sports.

"No, it's just dangerous." That caught her attention, it wasn't a reply she often got, she looked up and caught Danny's gaze for a second. "I might ask you to marry me." Lindsay couldn't help but smile, yea that would be the day her mind snarked at her. She shook the thought out of her head, it was just a crush, get back on track, dead kid in the room, football star, "Sad, this kid had the best day of his life yesterday."

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Danny kept glancing over at Lindsay, she got so excited when things started to fit, there was no slowing her down now she was in full crime stopper mode. How could she be so beautiful, and not know it, or did she know it. When did this change start, when did she stop being the new girl from Montana, and simply Montana? He turned back to his computer as a means to stop staring, and start working, but as soon as he did, her hand reached out and tapped his lower arm. It tingled.

"Danny. Danny." She said not looking away from the computer. He swiveled and moved closer to her to see what she found. "There was a car accident."

"That explains the knee injury." He said getting up and squatting down next to her. God did she smell good. Wait no football, Tyrell Mann, kids death. Read. Focus Messer.

"Elaine Bradford was killed. She was 17, and an only child. That would been pretty hard on the parents."

"It says Tyrell walked away from the scene of the accident. He didn't call for help. Claimed he was disoriented and confused."

Lindsay tapped at a few more keys, and another article came up. This one had a photo of the couple. "You see the necklace she's wearing? Can you zoom in?" Danny asked as he leaned in closer to the computer and Lindsay. "Boom, she's wearing Tyrell's ring around her neck."

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"So Montana." Danny started. They were in the bullpen with Flack and Adam, just finishing up the day.

"So What Messer?" Lindsay sighed; teenage death was not something she liked to end her day on.

"So, do you only have the brains for football, or can you play as well?"

"Two brothers and a coach for a Dad." Lindsay said looking up. "Why?" The looks on the guys faces could only mean trouble, they all had that knowing look in their eyes and a grin that needed to be wiped off their faces. "There are only four of us no way can you start up a pickup game, especially at…" she glanced at her watch "…10pm,"

"Foosball?" Adam supplied.

"Hardly the same thing Ross, but okay, where?"

"Sports pub a few blocks over: Bubba's Basement." Danny informed. They went there every now and again when Sullivan's got a little to well regular.

"It's in the basement." Adam added

"I got that, Thanks Adam." Lindsay laughed. "So we going?" She asked throwing her messenger bag over her shoulder. She was ready to get out and have a good time. And she could kick these guys asses no problem.

"Dibs." Danny called pointing at Lindsay.

"Dibs, dude, you gonna kill the dream team!" Don exclaimed, "Not to mention leave me with Adam."

"Flack, buddy, I've lost too much money betting against this girl, it ain't happening again." Danny claimed trying to defend himself it was a worthless battle. No matter what he was going to keep losing money to Lindsay Monroe, it was just fact.

"Too bad Messer, you're gonna have to keep playing with Don, I've got dibs on Adam." Lindsay announced slinging her arm through Adam's. The guy may be a nerdy little tech geek, but he was worth his salt. Those jokers were going down.

"I called dibs first." Danny shot at her.

"Yea, well I've spent too much time with you these last few days, plus I need a supplemental income, best way to get that is to play against you two." She sighed, come on Ross, let's head over. She tugged him towards the door. Adam let out a nervous chuckle and waved Flack and Danny bye before steadying his step with Lindsay's.

"Those two are going to take our shirts aren't they?" Don asked Danny who stood next to him shaking his head. He just got passed over for Adam Ross, that was just wrong. Wrong on so many levels.

"Yea they are." Both men jumped. Stella had come in the side door and scared them out of their pants, "And then Hawkes and I will take whatever's left."

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The pub was very basement like. It was almost as if they were transported into some college kid's basement apartment. There was a large bar boasting 26 beers on tap, several lofts with bar tables, and games. There was foosball, air hockey, pool, shuffleboard, darts, corn hole, a juke box, many flat screen tvs and so much sports memorabilia you could barely tell that the walls were a very attractive exposed red brick. It was dimly lit, and cheers could be heard every now and again for minor games being played, no big games were scheduled for tonight.

"I think I just reentered freshman year." Lindsay muttered taking in her surrounding on the way down the stairs to the bar.

"Just a lumpy futon in the corner, a few STRONG scented candles, and some Phil Collins right?" Stella laughed slinging an arm around Lindsay's shoulder. "Yea I had that reaction the first time I walked in here too."

"Funny how all guys that age set the mood the same way."

"At all ages honey, the guy I dated before Frankie: it was a sandalwood candle and can't stop loving you."

"Let me guess he bought the sandalwood candle because wood was in the name?"

"You know what, he probably did." Stella laughed. "Monroe, let's grab a pint. Then take Messer and Flack for all they're worth."

"Split the winnings?" Lindsay asked, oh they could have fun with this. One mock, the other win and vice versa. "I'll let Adam know."

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Game on:

"You ready to lose Detectives?" Lindsay smirked

"You're little men are going to get scored on more times than your sister." Danny knocked.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa…..which sister?"

"What do you mean which sister?"

"I mean if its Laura, then maybe once, she's been with the same guy since grade school, but if it's Lily…. Nah, you'd never be lucky enough for it to be Lily."

"All your names start with L?" Flack asked skeptically.

"The girls do, you got a problem with that?" Lindsay asked hand on her hip looking semi bad ass.

"Lily, she sounds dirty, all girls whose names in ly are dirty." Adam pondered off to the side.

"Yea, she's a little harlot, I might have to introduce her to you when she visits next." Lindsay said pointing at Adam. "You'd be good for her."

"Uh Montana, what about us?" Danny asked.

"Dude, you have VD." She said waving a hand at Danny and bringing up his battle with the lab techs, "and Flack, you're too tall."

"I do not have THAT Monroe." Danny rebelled. Damn lab techs.

"Since when is that a bad thing?" Flack asked at the same time.

"You gonna start that game already." Hawkes called from the stool at the bar table he and Stella had grabbed next to the Foosball table. The group had their own little loft for the evening, they were going to blow off steam and have a good time tonight. Stella had even bullied Mac into coming for a bit, he was suppose to be there within the hour.

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"How'd they beat us?" Danny asked Flack. All the Irish cop could do was shrug.

"Man, we really gotta stop underestimating them."

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"Messer, is that Cindy?" Lindsay asked craning her head towards the door, and standing on her tiptoes. The entire lab knew it had been a bad break up, well for her. He was glad to be rid of her, and well a little paranoid of running into her.

"What." He spluttered forgetting the game and looking around the entire bar allowing Stella to score.

"DANNY!" Flack yelled. "She's messing with you! She's taking our money without even playing us, Jesus man!"

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"Danno man who you rooting for this round?"

"I don't know man, but Montana and Adam have taken more of our cash."

"So you want Stella and Doc to get it?...They may be easier to beat."

"Flack the man is a math genius!"

"Well than, who can we beat?"

"Who's drunker?"

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"And that's what they call a shut out!" Lindsay exclaimed after Adam flicked the ball into the goal with surprising force. "Hand it over boys."

"You losing to the country girl and the lab tech?" Mac asked announcing his arrival. "That's just sad."

"Mac, nah, they're cheats, all four of them." Flack shouted pointing at each person.

"Yea, and what's there to do in the country, seriously Lindsay, is this the only game you ever played at home?"

"In the winter, and Messer, you've lost to me at pool before…BADLY, so why would you even think I'm a one game girl?"

"And Adam, is just nerdy." Danny continued ignoring Lindsay's explanation entirely, he really didn't want to relive any lost pool games at this moment, it was just salt in the wound.

"My mom wouldn't let me play contact sports, this was the next best thing."

"Dude you play hockey." Lindsay said surprised, she had seen him leaving the lab with his hockey gear on several occasions.

"What Mama don't know won't hurt her." He smirked finishing off his 4th pint, ah the greatness of a $2 pint special.

"Ohhhh, Ross is a rebel."

"Donnie, don't even try to mock my teammate, you're losing." Lindsay defended Adam. They were a damn good team.

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"Have they won a game yet?" Mac leaned over to ask Lindsay.

"Nope, not a single one." Lindsay chuckled watching Danny and Flack attempt to score on Hawkes and Stella. It wasn't happening, and the boys were getting aggravated.

"They just keep coming back for more, its not pretty." She said

"You know I can hear you Monroe." Danny gritted out flipping his bar but missing the goal.

"Yea, what's your point Messer?"

"It's not appreciated."

"Sorry, I'll shut up." She surrendered. Not really. She slumped back in her seat. "I'll just check out your ass from here." She then to a long deep sip of her beer. She could tell Danny grinned at that, then looked back to see her over done stare. Sheldon scored,

"MESSER!"

"What man?"

"Your letting her do it again!"

"What, likes it's any different when Stella leans over across the table! They are manipulative, conniving, little…."

"Messer, that's not how we talk about our coworkers." Mac playfully scolded.

"Not when the boss can hear." Danny muttered.

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"That's it! I can't lose any more money or I won't make rent this month." Danny said pulling out his last $2 and handing it over to Stella, Flack did the same to Sheldon.

"That's a bit extreme, I only took, $8 from you." Stella said flipping through her new wad of singles. "Linds, how did you do?"

"$12." She said flipping out $2 and handing it to Stella, Adam handed his extra $2 to Hawkes. "There ya go." Danny and Flack looked back and forth between the two pairs.

"Wait you guys were in cahoots? Not allowed." Danny exclaimed.

"Says who?" Asked Lindsay, pocketing her $10.

"Mac." Danny shot looking at his boss who was laughing heartily.

"I see no foul play." Mac shrugged, "I'll see you all tomorrow, take some aspirin when you get home, I don't want hung over employees in the morning."

"You lost $20 each tonight." Lindsay mocked. "That must hurt."

"You know Montana, it's gonna come back to bite ya."

"You know Messer, I don't see that happening." She said as seriously as she could muster. "Stel, you want to split a cab?" Lindsay called and jogged after her coworker. They were heading in the same direction.

"Danno, I can see why you tried to call dibs." Flack said patting his friend on the back. "She's a shark."

"Yea she is." Danny said watching her leave the bar. Damn she had seriously dented him; this was nearing a full-blown crush.

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Hope you enjoyed and thank you for reading. Will try to update soon. xoxo Gigi