Title: Out of the Closet

Rating: PG-13 for language

Disclaimer: Danny Messer, Lindsay Monroe, and Don Flack are characters of CSI:NY and are owned by CBS.

A/N: First CSI:NY fanfic, pointless and just a bit plotless romantic little piece. Spoilers for "Trapped".

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Click.

"Oh! We're locked in!"

Crash.

"Ow! You've got a hard head, Montana."

"Stop calling me that! And sorry. Not really."

Pause.

"Nice job, Monroe. You just HAD to let the door slide shut."

"I didn't know it was going to lock. Besides, I thought you needed help."

"Well thanks for the concern. But now we both need help. Where's that officer who was keeping post?"

"Officer Greenwich went downstairs with Detective Flack. He should be coming back soon."

"I really hate these situations. I always get stuck with the piles of shit."

Chuckle.

"Stella told me about that."

"Yeah. Being stuck with a decomposin' body for several hours definitely ain't peaches and cream."

"At least you're not stuck with one this time."

"I'll take Mr. Stinky over you any day, Monroe."

Thunk.

"Ouch! What the hell was that for?"

"For being an incorrigible ass, Messer."

"And since when is that a crime?"

"It isn't. But you deserved it."

Silence.

"So…ah…where exactly in Montana did you come from?"

"Why do you care?"

"Hey, just makin' some friendly conversation. Can't a guy be friendly?"

"Apparently not you."

"You wound me, you really do, Linds."

"So you do know my name after all."

"Course I do. Just more fun to annoy you, that's all."

Sigh.

"Real mature, Messer."

Shuffle.

"What's the matter with you?"

Swallow.

"I'm a little claustrophobic. Fear of small spaces and all that."

"Ah. So the great Lindsay Monroe hates being stuck in boxes and closets."

"Shut up, Messer. It's not funny."

"You're right, it's not. I know a good way to help you."

"Oh? And that would be-"

Kiss.

"How's that?"

"Good enough."

"Good enough? That's all you gotta say?"

"Got anything better?"

"Hell yeah."

Danny held his arms out against the wall of the closet, effectively trapping Lindsay between him and the wall. Leaning down, he captured her lips with his, her all too willing to savor the moment. Their arms beginning to snake their way around each other, they stood like that for a while.

It was only until Don opened the door that they sprung apart, guilty expressions written across their faces. The detective's shit-eating grin said that he heard it all.

"Well now. Better than a porn show, don't ya think?"

Smack.

"Ow! Watch the hair!"