Lindsay rolled over in the warm circle of Danny's arms so that she could face her lover. "Morning," he smiled one of those heart melting smiles of his, as he stifled a yawn.

"Good morning," she replied, kissing him sweetly on the lips.

He groaned. "I don't wanna get up," he complained.

"Me neither," Lindsay agreed, resting her head on his strong chest, "But we have to."

Danny growled in response, and nuzzled her neck, causing her to giggle. "Danny," she sighed, "we really should tell everybody. We've been dating for nearly three months."

He kissed her to stall for time. "We will," he said finally.

Lindsay sighed, exasperated, and pulled away. "You've been saying that for three months, Danny," she said crossly.

"Lindsay…." He reached out to her and pulled her against his chest once again. "Don't be like that."

"Don't be like what?" Tears brimmed in her eyes and they threatened to spill onto her cheeks. "Are you embarrassed of me? Ashamed? What is it?" She turned her face away from him so that he wouldn't see the tears streaming down her cheeks.

Danny felt his heart breaking. "Baby, no…. I love you, you know that."

"Do I?" She wiped her eyes furiously with the back of her hand, determined to stop the tears from flowing.

"Yes, you do," he said almost fiercely, turning her back to face him. His deep blue eyes stared intently into her chocolate brown ones. "I love you, Lindsay. We'll tell everybody today, if you want."

Lindsay's lip began to tremble again, but this time it was a good thing. She kissed him lovingly on the lips. "Thank you, Danny," she whispered.

"You're welcome," he murmured into her ear, pulling her tight against his chest and holding on for dear life.

Danny and Lindsay arrived at work together, just as they always did. Nobody ever paid any mind to this, assuming that it was just a coincidence, and sometimes not even noticing at all. They went to the locker room together, just like always, and put their things in their lockers.

"After lunch," Danny murmured into Lindsay's ear as he brushed past her, and she knew exactly what he meant. He turned around just before he reached the door and she nodded, and offered him a smile. 'Love you,' he mouthed, and left the room.

Lindsay couldn't help but smile to herself as she finished putting her things away. He loved her. He loved her. Lindsay Ann Monroe, country bumpkin slash new kid on the block. She'd been attracted to him from the start, but she now realized that it was love. Their quarrel (that had been a result of her own insecurities and overreactions) was forgotten as she reported to duty.

Lindsay sighed as she snapped pictures of a pretty young woman lying sprawled across a linoleum floor, blood pooled everywhere.

"You ok?" Danny asked, sensing her discomfort.

"Yeah," Lindsay half lied. It was the cases with younger women that really hit home for her, for obvious reasons. This was the fourth in series of murders, obviously committed by one man. The M.O was always the same – a young, petite, brown haired woman reported missing and then found dead several days later in a random apartment.

"Y'know Linds, I've been thinkin' while workin' on this case," Danny began.

"Thinking? How, Danny, that's really a step up for you!" she teased affectionately.

"Ha ha, Montana," he said sarcastically, "Anyway," he continued, "As I was saying before you so rudely interrupted me, these girls that have been bein' killed look kinda like you."

Lindsay had been thinking that same thing in the last few weeks, but hearing Danny say it out loud scared her a bit. "Oh that's just great," she snipped, "Tell me I look like a bunch of girls who've been kidnapped and killed, why don't you? It's really a comforting thought, Danny." She tried to keep her tone light and cool, but she couldn't help the catch that worked its way into her voice.

Danny heard the fear that she had tried so hard to mask and instantly felt bad for bringing it up. "Aw, don't worry, baby, you know I'd never let anything happen you."

"I know," she said, but Danny still saw fear in her eyes. "I've just been noticing the same thing, that's all," she shrugged, "It's stupid for me to be scared. I mean, there are a ton of short brunettes in New York." She smiled weakly.

Danny crossed the spacious bathroom and pulled her to her feet and into his arms. He placed a tender kiss on the top of her head, and left his face there for a moment, inhaling her unique Montana scent. Placing a finger underneath her chin he tipped her face up and kissed her gently on the lips.

"Mmm…" Lindsay sighed. "What was that for?" For reasons unknown, Danny's soft tender kisses left her just as breathless and her heart beating just as fast as his urgent more passionate ones.

"Just because I love you," was his reply.

"And I love you," she replied almost defensively, as though she had something to prove. She stayed enveloped in his arms for several minutes until he pulled away suddenly. "What?" she asked.

"Dead body," Danny said, pointing, "Big turn off."

She laughed. "Yeah, I'm with you on that one. We should be getting back to work anyway."

"You're right."

"Of course I am," she said, smiling mischievously

"Montana…." He warned.

"What?" she smiled innocently.

He rolled his eyes at her and went back to searching the crime scene for evidence.

A/N It's a small, slightly boring, start, but hey, it's a start. I've been SOO blocked recently, so I'm sorry for my inactivity. Tell me if you like it, and I'll continue soon.

xoxo

Lia