A/N: Oh my god! What in the heck is wrong with me? I've already got two stories going and here I am writing a third! Ugh! Okay, this story is basically, well, not really a story at all. It's just a collective a Danny and Lindsay one shots, set to songs. Song fics. Each chapter is a news story set to a different song. Each story is completely different, unless noted other wise.
This song is not mine. It belongs to Howie Day.
Chapter one-She says
Sweet is the sight, of a room, window open by candle light. How would you know?
Danny Messer stepped out of the locker room and began making his way to the break room when something caught his eye. He stopped and turned to look at the man that was standing extremely close to Lindsay. His arms were wrapped tightly around her waist and he was muttering something only she could hear. He watched them for a moment as he began to wonder about what he had let get away.
Cold winter on the shore chills the dress she wore.
It's on the floor. Still, it feels so warm today.
Danny sat up on the bed as he looked down and watched her sleep. She looked so peaceful. As if the hardships that came with their jobs didn't even affect her. He knew otherwise, though. The case Mac had her working on would be trying on anyone. She was working on a triple homicide. A mans three children were killed when his store was robbed. The father suffered sever gun shot wounds, but would be okay after a few weeks at the hospital. He was still alive while his children were dead. Mac had told them of the man's suicide a few days later.
Danny reached over and brushed a piece of fallen hair away from her eyes. He tucked the soft strand of hair securely behind her ear lobe. "Stop staring at me." He heard her mutter as Danny chuckled. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. "What are we doing?" she asked in all seriousness. His hand fell to her shoulder, then her hip.
He swiftly ran his tongue over his lips as he looked her in the eye. The truth was, he didn't know what the hell he was doing. He never slept with co-workers. His work was extremely important to him and he would never have thought of jeopardizing that by sleeping with Lindsay. But this time it was different. He didn't know why, it just seemed like he couldn't stop with her. "I don't know." He finally answered after a long, awkward silence filled the room.
The previous night, Lindsay hadn't said much to anyone. She was filling out paperwork that would seal the case and Mac hadn't put her on any new cases just yet. Danny had offered to take her out, to relieve the stress that the case had caused. After a few minutes of coaxing, she finally gave in. When the two left the bar, Lindsay had wanted to go back to his place. He hated being alone and apparently, so did she. When she asked, Danny happily obliged and things didn't stop there.
I swing into flight, over hills, over her hills.
It's twilight.
Danny cleared his throat quietly as he glanced down at the floor. He shuffled toward the break room, hoping that Lindsay didn't catch him staring. That was the last thing he needed. Danny opened the door to the room as images of him and Lindsay together assailed him. That night was only the first of many that they would spend together.
And while we're here, tell me why it's so funny, that you're so funny when you're mad.
Danny collapsed on her as Lindsay wrapped her arms around his broad shoulder. His breath was ragged as he leaned up and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. Danny rolled off of her and pulled her into his arms. He pressed his lips to her temple.
They laid there in silence for a while as Lindsay took their fingers and intertwined them. "When are we going to let other people know about us?" she asked softly. She turned to look up at him as she waited for an answer.
"What's there to say?" he asked seriously as he looked down at her. She dropped his hand and her body tensed up. Danny had the feeling that he said the wrong thing.
She shook her head and sat up, pulling the sheets to cover her body, from him. "So, what was this Danny?" she asked harshly as she turned to look at him. "Just something to do in your spare time? Did-no-do we have a relationship?"
Danny sat up and looked at her as she sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for an answer. He noted the way her facial expressions changed when she was mad. Her jaw was set and her lips were pursed. "You know," he spoke gently. "You're cute when you're angry."
She shook her head again as she stood and began picking up her clothes. "I don't want to be just a convenience to you, Danny." She told me as she began getting dressed in a haste.
"I didn't say that." He argued softly.
"You didn't have to." She replied as she caught her bottom lip in between her teeth as she finished getting dressed. This was a nervous habit that Danny had found extremely sexy. "It's just, you're not looking for commitment, and I am. I don't want my whole life to be filled with different people and different flings. She was fully dressed now as she made her way to the door. "I guess we can chalk this up to a bad experience."
"Lindsay, wait." He tried calling out to her, tried stopping her, but it was too late. Once he was dressed, or decent, anyway, she was gone.
And that's why I'm wondering why you had to tell me what's going on in your head.
Danny told himself that he was over her. That it didn't matter that he was rejected by her. He had even started dating again. But he always found himself comparing them to Lindsay. They were never smart enough, or pretty enough. Either way, it never lasted more then one date. Things had gotten back to normal between them. There wasn't any playful banter or small talk. Just work. It even got him thinking that maybe he wanted more. Maybe he didn't want a life where everyone blended into one another everything was just a short fling. Then today. He saw her with someone else. Someone who could offer her more than him.
And when she says she wants somebody else, I hope you know that she doesn't mean you.
Please let me know what you think.R&R. I'll be updating Forces of Nautre tomorrow!
