So this is dedicated to ... lets go back and see... afrozenheart412 (who does a great job writing these shorts-and these are as short as I could get them!) who asked to see what the people said or thought! I hesitate to put this up because I don't get in the head well of the other characters. Not looking for comments on that, particularly, but I would love to hear them if you have them. and I can fix anything if you have a suggestion. Its about growth, right? Also NothatRose who also does a great job with shorts.

Fits in between Their Announcement (happens at the sending of the picture) and I think Their Office Space, overlapping Their Goodbyes by accident. I couldn't help it! Somethings have to be done. :p.

Hope you enjoy. Not mine. At all.

Don was grinning when Angell pushed through the doors into the bullpen, not at her, but at the photo on his cell. She knew it was a photo as the beep of her phone had made her pause long enough to check it before she entered the station.

She walked through the buzz, felt the sense of celebration from some of the officers around her. A case, she thought, that had been closed. One more success. There was a spark to the talk, laughter in he air.

And in the midst of it all, her friends were happy.

"Look at those two," he said as she came up, without looking up from the picture. "Messer finally got Monroe."

"Messer got Monroe. I like that," she leaned on his arm, looked at the photo and smiled.

It meant that Lindsay had learned to believe in them again, and it had been hard on her to not believe. She looked settled now. So it was a statement for both of them.

"They look happy."

"Yeah. Look at that goofy mug of his," he shook his head. "You should have seen this place a few minutes ago. Half the phones here went off at the same time. I swear there was money that changed hands."

He cleared the message, started to hit send. Jessica reached over, closed the phone. "Don't you dare."

"Don't what?"

"Call them."

"They sent a picture."

"Not just to us. They just got married, Don," she said succinctly. "That would make this their wedding night. You can't call him. Either of them."

"Their wed ... She's having his baby, Jess. It's not like ... man, she's leaving tomorrow," Don shoved the phone in his pocket. "He's going to be insufferable now."

Angell grinned. Don so rarely pouted, she couldn't help be amused. And he was right. Danny was going to drive them all a little crazy until Lindsay returned, if only because he was just a little off his game. But Angell liked that, and loved the idea that Danny had fallen so hard.

He was a good guy.

"Come on ... we should celebrate for them."

"Celebrate. How?"

She slid her arm through his. "I've got a few ideas."

"Can you tell me in French?"

She laughed. "Maybe. RSVP is French."

"We don't have to think of them while we're celebrating."

"No."

.ny.

Sheldon Hawkes was with Sid in autopsy, looking at the strange markings that had come in on a corpse that morning. Sid had already figured out the answers, and it showed how much he needed a life that Hawkes had been drawn down to the morgue to take a look.

He knew it, and even thought it, but he couldn't help but take that look.

Their phones went off within seconds of each other. Hawkes pulled his out, grinned when he saw the picture.

"Well, its about time," Sid said, who was looking at his own phone.

"Yeah. Messer and Monroe got married." He shook his head. "Didn't ever think I'd see this day."

"Oh, it was bound to happen. He just needed to wear her down," Sid shut his phone.

"But Messer? Seems to me she wore a little of the edge off of him."

"Not so much her doing. I don't think Lindsay's ever expected him to be anything other than himself. And that's what attracted him I think." Sid shrugged. "Danny's always been searching for something. That was the restlessness, a lot of it, that kept him from settling down. He found her, he stopped searching."

Hawkes couldn't argue with his logic, but frowned as he looked at the corpse.

"You've stopped searching." This was from Sid to him.

Hawkes looked up, though he shouldn't have been surprised that Sid had known what he was thinking. They'd known each other for a long time. And Sid Hammerbeck was ... Sid Hammerbeck after all.

Sid laughed at the look on Sheldon's face as he slid the phone in his picket, then tugged his glasses apart. "You could use a little unsettling, Dr. Hawkes, if you don't mind me saying. You settled. You should start looking again, find you a girl and get yourself out of the morgue."

When Sid's phone buzzed, he pulled it from his pocket, a smile on his face. "That would be mine. Lindsay probably sent her a picture too."

As Hammerbeck fell into the conversation with his wife, Hawkes shook his head and turned from the table to leave. Sid was right. He needed to get out of the morgue, start moving on. Maybe he had settled.

There had been a girl ... and now ...

As he hung up his lab coat, Hawkes pulled his phone back out and brought up the picture again. He hoped Lindsay knew what she'd gotten herself into. Still, it didn't really worry him, the fact that those two were together. She could handle it, and handle him.

That she'd already proven.

.ny.

Mac was crouched down by a body at a crime scene when his phone went off. He pulled it out, grinned at the picture—held it so Stella could see, so they could look together. She slid her phone in her pocket, and simply looked at his.

"Its good to see them both so happy," she murmured. "And with the Empire State Building in the back."

"You know he'd asked her to marry him the first time the day we went up on the top of that," Mac said. "He was unsettled. She'd turned him down. He'd already taken one leap that day. Being up there..." Mac laughed. "You could just see him—he couldn't hide his thoughts from any of us."

"Not from you."

"Lindsay's pretty good at reading him. She'll get better."

Stella chuckled. "It's going to be a long two weeks, Mac."

"I think I'm going to enjoy them."

"That's only because you see yourself as tthe matchmaker."

Mac only laughed, and returned to his corpse.

.ny.

Melba Grace, receptionist for the crime lab had stopped to get a few groceries. When she got Lindsay's picture, she couldn't help but show it to three other people and tell them about the day Lindsay Monroe walked into the crime lab and got her first assignment, and how she'd known Danny was going to get a good kick in the pants.

Danny's mother had just finished putting supper on the table. She pulled out her phone and grinned, showing it to her husband. He frowned over it, confused as to why it was blocking his view of the news.

"They got married."

His eyebrows lifted. "Danny?"

"You knew he was going to ask her."

"He didn't say anything to me."

She muttered something in Italian. He grinned. She shook her head.

"I'm just glad he told us this time."

And when Lindsay's mother got the picture, she immediately picked up the phone to call her daughter. Instead, she got her new son-in-law's voicemail and sighed. Men.

She had enough of them in her house.

Hi. You've reached Lindsay Messer's phone. She won't be answering your call tonight as tonight is our wedding night. Leave her a message. She'll have plenty of time to return your call once she's in Montana...

She closed the phone with a smile on her lips. Her baby girl was coming home. She could get the details later.

Eventually she would get the son-in-law to visit as well.

Lindsay's brothers got the picture. None of them were happy. And they weren't happy that they got his greeting on her phone. So they left a message. All three of them.

.ny.

Only Adam, who had been up half the night playing on his Playstation, was able to congratulate Danny as soon as he found out. They were standing in trace, side by side, waiting on the computer to toss out results. Danny was in a mood, but everyone in the lab had been prepared for it.

Since he couldn't get Danny to have a conversation, Adam pulled out his phone to call for something else entirely, and saw that he had a half dozen texts.

"Hey, congratulations, man," he said as he looked at the picture.

"Yeah," Danny murmured.

When Adam looked up, Danny's eyes were on the picture. He looked a little lost.

Adam simply handed him the phone, let him stay lost in his thoughts.

As he walked out of the room he ran into Mac.

"Have you seen Danny?"

"Ah yeah. He's about to call Lindsay."

"Really."

Some things were obvious enough that even the socially awkward scientist could just know.

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