This is not my first story but it is my first CSI: NY piece. I am a huge fan of the Danny/Lindsay pairing and am very excited about this. Hopefully people read, enjoy, and review! I am aware that this is a very short chapter. Please keep in mind though that this is in a way the prologue, or if you will the kicker of the story, so it is rightfully short.
The good ol' disclaimer: Sadly I do not own anything having to do with CSI: NY and I am currently in tears because of it.
To say he was good-looking would be an understatement. The man was a God! Even while clad in the natural lab overcoat he was able to bring something sexy to the item. Something about him wearing the white attire, the same thing every other guy in the CSI wore for precaution, brought an edge to it. Leave it to Danny Messer to bring sexy to the department and have me hooked on it. I couldn't keep my eyes off him. While supposed to be focused on pulling prints from burned and decayed material my mind could only wonder to Danny. Regardless of fighting myself endlessly, setting my eyes on the frayed paper before me, they seemed to have a mind of their own straying to him while he picked about his items. Obvious frustration was etched upon his features on his inability to find anything in his set items. In some moments I'd find him rubbing at the rim of his glasses, other times I'd find him rubbing his lids, and if I was lucky enough I'd catch him biting at his succulent bottom lip. Although not purposefully the action sent my mind reeling.
"You guys get anything?" The unexpected voice pulled a leap and yell from me causing Danny and Stella's eyes to set in on me. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," Stella immediately apologized with a slow pat on my shoulders which I nodded at.
"Yeah it's fine," I murmured as my heart race settled in mentally kicking myself for being distracted so easily. "I'm fine."
"Ya' sure Montana? You've been spacing out for a bit nowadays." My eyes narrowed into slits while I tried to understand what he was saying. Was he trying to put me on the spot?
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nuthin', you just don't seem focused I'm just worried about you."
"I'm fine," I snapped with a roll of my eyes, the action came before I could stop it.
"Well then. So you got me anything." I guessed Stella was trying to play mediator in the situation divvying out the tension I built and I was thankful for it. Ultimately Danny was right and snapping at him for my mistakes was wrong.
"Umm, I don't know about this one. The pieces are burnt to the core I can't pull any prints to run through," Danny replied with a shrug of his shoulders pulling his glasses from his eyes to rub his lids shortly once more. I could tell he was annoyed with the lack of information he could form. "You get anything Montana?"
"I couldn't find anything either." I ran my fingers through the particles in dismay releasing a heavy sigh. "I don't know how we're supposed to though I mean we're working with charcoal here."
"Aye not exactly, what's that?" I heard footsteps approaching my area and lifted my eyes to find Danny standing directly behind me. His right hand reached for the glass containing the pieces and for a moment he sifted through the glass until pulled at a piece.
"You see something?" Stella moved to the left of me to keep an eye on Danny's movements.
"Let's hope so," He mumbled in reply lightly dusting off extracts before reaching for my brush. "You mind?" With a short nod I handed over my brush watching along with Stella as he pulled a partial print from the decay.
"Wow!"
"Good a'nough?" Stella nodded opening a palm so grab the item.
"Definitely good enough, I'll run this print through immediately. I guess you guys should team up and see if you can pick out anything else?" Nodding once more I dropped my head into the glass scanning and picking though with my forefinger as Stella retreated.
"Danny you can't stand like that," I complained twenty minutes later unable to focus with him directly behind me. He was too close. His scent, his breath, it was all becoming intoxicating.
"What's wrong with where I am?"
"You're too close that's what's wrong. Can you just….move to the side or something?" I took a sigh of relief when he fulfilled my request ignoring the furrow in his eyebrows. He had no clue what his presence was doing to me.
"Sure ya' feeling okay Montana." I flinched when he grabbed my shoulder stroking it as a sign of comfort. It failed and instead sent my senses haywire. With a heavy sigh I nodded my head once more pulling my arm away from his grip. Two years of working with Danny Messer and I couldn't help but admit I was losing my mind. Somewhere between hello and now I'd developed something unexplainable that made his touch, any close encounter deadly to me. I couldn't begin to explain what it was about him but it needed to stop. "Ya' find anything?" I shook my head turning slightly to catch his blue orbs. "Yeah me either, guess we're all out." Danny shuffled through the glass but I could tell he was no longer on a mission for evidence. Silence loomed between us but from his fidgeting I guessed he had something so say, I was unsure about what. "Hey Montana?" I turned my head to catch his eyes.
"Yeah?"
"Nothing….never mind," Danny shook his head in what was denial but left me curious. With a risen eyebrow I watched him as he worked robotically for the remainder of our time together wondering what he kept to himself.