Danny and Lindsay had been called to a scene at NYU. Lindsay was dusting and picking up pieces of what could be used as evidence. Danny went to take statements from witnesses and was going through the crowd that had formed behind the yellow tape.
"Hey man, can I ask ya a question?" one of the male college students behind the tape said, as Danny began walking away.
Danny turned around to face the younger college kid, "what's that?"
"How do I get a piece of that?" he gestures toward Lindsay.
"She ain't your type," Danny replied, he really didn't want to have to hit the guy, she would kill him if he did.
College Boy cocks his eyebrow, "How the hell do you know my type, bro?"
"She's married, very happily," Danny said pointedly. He absently stroked his wedding ring.
"Damn, who's the lucky bastard that hits that every night?" College boy says absently.
Danny wants to cross the thin piece of plastic separating him and the college boy, and knock him on his ass. "Hey, watch your mouth. That's my wife you're talking about, pal!"
"Danny?" Lindsay questioned when she heard his voice rise.
"Get these people the hell outta here!" Danny shouts, motioning for the uniforms to move the crowd along.
He makes his way back over to Lindsay, clenching his fists and jaw to release the sudden tension that built up.
"You okay?" she looks up at him from her kneeling position on the ground. She smiled that smile that made his world right.
Kneeling down beside her, he pulled her left hand to his mouth and kissed her ring finger lightly.
"It happened again didn't it?" she smirked at him.
He nodded his head and sighed, since they had gotten married a few weeks ago, she had been hit on so much at crime scenes, that Danny had almost been put on suspension and was almost put with a different partner permanently from losing his temper.
"If I'd have known I'd have gotten this much attention just by getting' married, I would done it a long time," she smirked at him.
"Not funny Montana," he said, sullenly.
"You did good, not hittin' the guy," she assured him, squeezing his hand. She knew how he felt about her, how protective he had become.
Leaning into him a little, "Rest assured, you'll be the only cowboy I'll be ridin' for about the next 30 to 40 or more years." She winked at him, knowingly.
"Damn right, I will be," he promised, smirking a bit flushed at the mere thought of her being his for the decades to come.
A/N: This is a one shot fluff piece. I don't plan on elaborating on the wedding or marriage. She is not pregnant.