Lindsay: (At a crime scene where presents for a little girl's birthday are scattered on the ground) Do you know what day it is tomorrow?
Hawkes: Yes, and you don't need to be thinking about that right now.
Lindsay: I can't help it. Tomorrow, Lucy's gonna be opening her presents with that ridiculously cute smile on her ridiculously cute face, I'll be thinking about this.
Hawkes: Uh... get lost. I got this.
Lindsay: No, it's fine. I've seen a lot worse. I'm good.
Hawkes: And I'm great, but it's... you know, it's a little cramped in here, and I can't do three things at once, and you know, Danny's got the street, and the shooter's escape route. So, somebody needs to go talk to the wife. You. Go.