A/N: This fic is Kinda like the episode 'Boom' from CSI. Lindsay Monroe is Not a CSI in this Fic, just to let you know.

Danny Messer was a street wise, smart ass had just clocked in when his Boss Mac Taylor asked him to come into his office.

"Danny, can you come here for a second please?"

"Sure Mac." Danny walked into Mac's office "Whats up?"

"Another Hooker has been found dead."

"Damn it! Mac we need to catch this guy."

"I know. That is why I am sending you over to talk to the rest of the Ladies, to see if they have seen anyone who is always picking up girls."

"Why me?"

"Danny, A girl is not gonna want to talk to an older guy like me, I mean come on" Danny smiled.

"You have a point there. I mean I do have the Messer charm."

"Well get that Messer charm outta here and go and get information from these girls."

"Ok, see ya boss."

Danny left the Lab. When he found a group of the girls he went up to them.

"Hello ladies."

"Hey handsome" said a tall dark haired girl "Wanna have some fun?"

"Actually I was wondering if you could tell me anything about this girl?" said Danny pulling out a picture of the Dead vic.

"Oh, my gosh! That's Dakota!" said a girl with honey colourd hair.

"And your name is?" asked Danny

"She's Montana." said the dark haired girl.

"Real name please?" asked Danny

"Lindsay. I'm Lindsay Monroe. Thats Linda, Linda Wilson. She's my best friend." said Lindsay with tears in her eyes.

"Do you wanna go somewhere private, where you could answer a couple of questions for me."

"Yeah, there's a little coffee shop round the cornor."

"Ok, lets go."

Danny and Lindsay walked round the cornor and entered the coffee shop. They sat down at a table near a window.

"I can't believe she's dead." said Lindsay with silent tears running down her face.

"How long have you known Linda" asked Danny

"Since I came to this city which was 6 years ago. I'm origonally from Montana, thats how we get our nick names. Linda was from North Dakota."

"I'm really sorry for your loss. I know how it feels to lose your best friend. My best friend was killed by a rappist, she died so that we could lock him up for good."

"I'm sorry for your loss."

"Have you seen anyone who has been coming up to you ladies a lot."

"No, and thank you for calling us ladies. Most peopls call us hookers or sluts. You make me feel as if you care about whats happining."

"I do care about what is happening. You guy's are just like any other person. You have families, friends and a life out with your job. I don't judge people by what the do. I try to get to know them first."

"You're not like the other cops, are you?"

"No."

Danny and Lindsay got caught up in a conversation and were talking for hours. When Danny relised the time hed had to go, much to his disliking.

"Listen Lindsay I gotta go. My boss will be wonderin where I am."

"Oh, ok."

Danny took out a pen and a NYPD card. He wrote something on the back and handed it to her.

"Thats the number for the lab. And the number on the back is my personal line, just call me if you need anything...even if its just a friend you need to talk "

"Bye" Danny headed out

'Crap! Mac's gonna flip if he finds out that I just done that'