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"Lindsay?" Danny asked as he looked over from his paperwork to her.

"Hmmm?" Lindsay replied not paying attention to him. This was his favorite time to mess with her, now was when she would answer his questions but not think about her answer just think about what she was working on.

"What's your favorite thing?" he asked curious as he played with his pen.

"Sleep." Lindsay replied in a dull voice.

"About me." Danny said clarifying the question for her.

"Accent, Eyes." She replied in the same tone. He was actually surprised.

"My accent? A lot of people have an accent, and a lot of people have blue eyes." He retorted more for himself.

"Your eyes aren't always blue." She said and put her pen down and typed something into the computer, now her full attention was back. "Why do you care anyway?"

"You just said you liked my eyes." He said confused by her comment.

"I do…"Lindsay trailed off not getting where all this was coming from.

"Why? If there not always blue? I thought that was your favorite." He said turning his computer off.

"Blue is my favorite color, yes. But your eyes are my favorite because there are certain things that only I could ever know when I look into them." She smirked knowing her own computer off frustrated. She grabbed her coat and waited for him to grab his before they left hand in hand.

"My accent why?" he asked as he sat down on the couch next to her while she flipped through channels.

"Why are you so hell bent on this?" she asked settling on the news then looking up at his serious face.

"Cause any other guy can have an accent you like with pretty eyes." Danny said frustrated.

"Yeah, but Danny I like to think there's more to you then just your eyes and your accent." She laughed at him, snuggling closer at the same time.

"There is." Danny assured her as he ran his hand up and down her spine.

"I know." Lindsay said as her eyes started to get heavy.

"A lot more."

"Danny, why are you so defensive all of the sudden? How would you have liked me to answer that question. I like you because your name is Danny Messer?" she asked amused as she turned and looked at him.

"No." he said shyly, leaning down to kiss her. "I just don't want you running off with the next guy who has a hotter accent and bluer eyes."

"Don't worry Dan, you're stuck with me." She laughed leaning up to kiss him. Finally understanding his obsession with her answer. They pulled away from the kiss in need of air and she smirked at him. "You know I love you."

"Good thing you married me."

"Yeah, good thing."