A/N: Hello, my dears! I got the idea for this one a looong time ago when I saw a Victoria's Secret commercial on TV, and I've been putting it off for a while. But I finally finished it, and I decided that it's about time it's posted. So, here you go. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Haven't we been through this already? Santa didn't quite come through this year, so I don't own them. Maybe next Christmas. *crosses fingers*

She had been trying for weeks to get him to notice her; she wore lower cut tops that accented her curves and tighter pants that showed off her legs, not to mention her ass. But nothing seemed to work. That was until she saw an ad on TV for a new push-up bra from Victoria's Secret that supposedly added two cup sizes. Why not give it a try? she thought.

The store only had one left in her size, and it just happened to be green--Danny's favorite color. She tried it on and was surprised to find that it actually did add two cup sizes.

Once her purchase was made, she set out to find the rest of this certain-to-be mind-blowing outfit. She settled on an emerald green v-neck shirt that left just enough to the imagination without being inappropriate for work and a pair of khaki pants that hugged her hips.

She walked into work the next day and found that her alluring attire did just that: it allured. It seemed as if the male species had lost all sense of chivalry. Those that she talked to had a hard time keeping eye contact.

Maybe this wasn't a such good idea, she thought. She hadn't seen Danny all day since he was working a different case. She had seen Hawkes, who was working the same case as Danny, but not Danny himself. As the end of her shift grew nearer, the more depressed she became.

Once she clocked out, she headed down to the locker room to change before she left--she didn't want any extra attention from the men on the subway, especially at this time of night. There was no one else in the locker room, so she started to change. But as soon as she got her shirt over her head, a low whiper echoed in her ear.

"Damn, Montana." Her breath caught in her throat and her heart rate nearly tripled.

"Danny," she breathed.

"Are you trying to kill me?"

"I--something like that."

"Well, it's working." He spun her around and pinned her against the lockers. "But what a way to go."

Their longing for one another was finally made clear as he fused his lips to hers. The kiss was filled with passion and desperation.

Lindsay broke the kiss when the need for oxygen became too great to ignore. She rested her head against his while they tried to calm their ragged breathing and racing hearts.

"Finally." She closed her eyes as the word left her lips.

Danny laughed. "Whaddya say we blow this popsicle stand and head back to my place?"

She smiled. "Sounds good to me," she whispered against his lips.

Then she grabbed her previously discarded shirt and pulled it back over her head. She wouldn't have to worry about those men on the subway tonight.

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