Title: Love, Fate
Summary: Takes place after Love Run Cold.
Rating: T
A/N: A huge thank you to my betas love token and somehearts. You guys have been a huge, huge help to me. This is my first DL fic and it goes out to all the lovely ZBs at You guys are all awesome! XOXO!
Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing.
CHAPTER 1
Danny Messer walked to the locker room after finishing his 18 hours shift. He was exhausted, tired, and extremely pissed off. Dealing with stupid fuckin' perps will do that to him. All he wanted right now is to go home and sleep and pretend that the world he's living in is so damn peaceful that the word 'murder' doesn't even exist. Ever.
He sat on the long bench in the locker room and stared at his closed locker. He didn't know how long he was staring at it until he saw a hand waving back and forth in front of his face. Startled, he turned around and came face to face with Lindsay Monroe, who looked just as crappy as he was but nevertheless beautiful.
"Danny, you okay?" she asked.
"Yeah, yeah I'm good. Thanks."
He stood up, opened his locker and started to gather his stuff. He looked at Lindsay from the corner of his eyes. She too was ready to head on home.
He hardly got to see her these days. The last time they had worked on a case together was…Oh,God, he couldn't even remember when that was. It had been that long. Sometimes he wondered why Mac never paired the two of them together anymore.
Did she ask Mac not to pair her with him anymore? He thought to himself.
After she stood him up on their date and he cornered her about it, things hadn't gone so smoothly between them ever since. They greeted each other good morning, exchanged a few 'hi's and 'hey's but that's it. The flirting, the bantering; all gone.
He missed that. He missed her. And he knew in order to make things right again, he had to make the first move. Right now.
He took a deep breath, shut his locker, and cleared his throat. Lindsay, who was putting on her jacket, turned around to look at him with her eyebrows raised.
"Going home?", he asked.
Well,duh. Stupid question,Messer.
"Yeah. You?"
"Same here."
She nodded and smiled. "Well, goodnight then,Danny. I'll see you tomorrow," she said and started walking towards the door.
"Lindsay,wait."
She stopped dead in her tracks but didn't turn around. Her head was bowed down, shoulders hunched. He could hear her sigh.
He walked and stood in front of her. After a few seconds, although to him it felt like hours, she finally lifted her head to look at him.
Exhaustion was evident on her face. He felt like a first class insensitive bastard for doing this now, but he had to. He just had to.
"Are you going to stand here, block the door, and stare and at my not-so-very-flattering face all night or are you going to say something so that once you're done you could step aside and let me walk out of this room and go home?" she said jokingly but there was no trace of humour in her voice.
Well, that's something…I think. At least she didn't shove me down on my ass and stormed out but not before she stomped me in the face. Okay, here goes nothing.
"Have a drink with me."