They stumbled through the barrage of reporters and crowded others in the main entry way. Danny had managed an arm around Lindsay's shoulders and pulled her even closer as they headed out of the room and down the hall, when a second wave of the microphone waving bloodsuckers appeared in front of them, their questions buzzing around them.

"Miss Monroe…"

"How do you feel?"

"…you pleased?"

"…is this…"

"Any Comment…"

"What will you do now?"

Lindsay stopped and looked at the woman who asked that question; a middle aged woman with a hungry look in her eye – clearly a woman who did anything to get the story.

Lindsay felt Danny jolt at her sudden stop and lean into her ear – careless of the flashing lights and constant barrage of questions.

"Montana?"

Lindsay looked at the man who had come and smiled gently, before speaking in a loud voice – never breaking contact with his blue eyes.

"I'm going back to my life in New York. That's it. No more questions."

Danny grinned charmingly at her and pulled on her shoulders once again to free them from the crowd of cameras and microphones.

Having gotten their sound byte, the reporters pulled back and left the couple alone to continue on their way, but the woman who's question had been answered stopped the couple once more.

"And your friend's name? For the photos…"

Lindsay glanced at Danny who only smiled and shrugged, already thinking of the flack from a certain detective be the same name. Grinning again, Danny spoke in his loudest and most clear voice – unashamed by the thick accent that accompanied it.

"Daniel Messer, NYPD."

CSI: NY

Five minuets later, found Danny pulling his rental truck into a large B&B barely a block from the courthouse. The couple sat quietly for a moment, before Lindsay yawned and the two broke out into giggles and chuckles.

"Good at least I'm not the only one tired," Danny teased and proceeded to get out and come around to her side, "You know I could find my own hotel for the night… if you wanted I could take you to your parent's place…they must be…"

"They weren't there and I'm not staying there," Lindsay interrupted, "my mom died when I was 10 and my step-mother said when I left for New York, that if I really did get on that plane I shouldn't bother coming back to the house," she let him help her out of the Ford, "my aunt and uncle own this place, I'm staying here."

"What about your dad?" Danny said nodding to her and grabbing the medium sized duffle bag out of the back seat.

"We don't talk much," Lindsay admitted and Danny nodded again, "did you just buy that?" Danny cleared his throat nervously.

"Why would you ask that?"

"The tag is still on it," she answered pulling the said piece of plastic from its dangling point on the bag.

"Oh, yeah, didn't leave my apartment with much," Danny blushed and his cleared his throat, "or anything but my keys and wallet…" Lindsay was wide eyed and shocked.

"You…just…came," she stumbled out.

"Yeah," Danny whispered while rubbing the back of his neck. They were quiet for a second before Lindsay through her arms around Danny's neck – causing him to stumble.

"You wonderful, caring, wonderful man," Lindsay mumbled into his neck, "what ever did I do..?"

"You found my DNA on a cigarette butt, and brought it to me first," Danny whispered honestly and hugging her tightly, "you trusted me then and I trust you now."

"I'm sorry…" Lindsay started.

"Don't…" Danny interrupted, "let's just push that little blip on an otherwise really great time, to the side for a while – at least until I have gotten some sleep… I want to make a convincing argument and can't do that with out any sleep."

"Alright then," Lindsay said pulling back to look him in the eye, keeping her arms tightly around his neck, "sleep and then talk…"

"No, no," Danny shook his head, "sleep, eat, sleep a little more, do something cournty-ish – because I came all this way and want to think about something other than crazy killers and terrifying times from ten years ago -- eat more, sleep again, fly back to civilization, go on a real date, and then maybe talk about it…"

"Baring any calls from dispatch, Mac, and various other real life issues," Lindsay laughed and Danny laughed too.

"Right," he nodded, "but first before any and all that…" Danny drifted the last few centimeters between them, kissing her softly and then a touch harder – increasing passion.

Lindsay responded in kind giving back everything he gave with her own fervor. Dear God he was good at this!

Breaking apart, the couple touched foreheads and breathed heavily, but all the while smiling. This time it was Danny's yawn that caused a small bout of mirth to be released from their bodies.

"Okay now that that was taken care of – at least for now – lets get some sleep, cowboy," Lindsay said as she draped an arm around his waist and started heading towards the house. Danny grinned and hoisted his bag higher on his shoulder.

"Think your aunt's got a room for me," Danny said just to keep conversation going and him awake.

"Well I'll give you a choice," Lindsay said mysteriously. Danny grinned and played along.

"I'm listening."

"We can get you a room, or," Lindsay smiled at him and stopped before they reached the B&B's front porch, "you can stay in a room with another occupant."

"I see," Danny said, starting up the steps, "and this other occupant will be okay with that? With me staying in their room?" It was Lindsay's turn to blush.

"I can guarantee it."

"Okay then, I'll take option number two, please," Danny said sweetly, even opening the door for her, but then stopped short of going in behind her, "they aren't going to come after me with a posse and shotguns, are they?"

Lindsay laughed and pulled him into the house.