A/N: I really couldn't think of a better title... Sorry
This isn't beta'd so if there are mistakes they're mine. You can call my English teacher if you want to. No wait, you can't, she was fired after everyone complained about her lessons. Well, at least it explains my mistakes :-)
Disclaimer: Yes! They're mine! I bought them! I own Danny, Lindsay and the rest of CSI NY. Obviously not. Yet.
House search
"So where do we start?" Lindsay asked. Danny just shrugged and looked around.
"You start with the bathroom, I'll start here."
He put down his kit and opened it to get some gloves. They were standing in the living room of their prime suspect in a murder case, who was standing outside with Flack, mad because of the search warrant.
"Okay. Just shout when you find something."
Lindsay walked through the small bedroom and opened the door to the bathroom. The bathroom was very small also, but it was stuffed with thousands of tubes, bottles, make-up, shampoos, soap, and who knows what else. Lindsay put down her kit and started searching.
She was just about to open the medicine cabinet when she heard Danny curse loudly. It then was silent.
"You okay there?" she called, hoping he was.
"Yeah, sure, hurt my thumb is all," Danny shouted back.
Lindsay chuckled. "Baby," she mumbled.
"I heard that!"
"You were supposed to."
"Great. I love you too," Danny mocked.
Lindsay just grinned. She loved this kind of conversations they often had, and she knew Danny did, too. She let herself think about the hot smart-ass for a minute, then shook her head, trying to get rid of that thoughts and go back to work.
She had just finished in the bathroom when the same hot smart-ass who was occupying her mind entered the bathroom. He was wearing his tight green shirt again, she noticed. She loved that shirt; it showed off his strong muscles, letting her think about how it would feel to be in his arms. She smiled at the thought and looked up to his face. Danny grinned, knowing how she loved his shirt. That was the only reason he wore this shirt at all.
"How's your thumb?" Lindsay asked, standing up.
"Fine, though maybe a kiss would take the remaining pain away," he teased.
"Well that's something I can take care of," Lindsay said, stepping closer to Danny.
His eyes widened. Was she really going to…? Then she moved around him, and he looked at her, confused.
"Flack!"
Damn her. He quickly put a hand over her mouth and told Flack to stay where he was. Then he turned his attention back to the grinning girl in front of him.
"Now, that wasn't very nice, Montana."
"I know."
He raised his eyebrows.
"Aren't you gonna say you're sorry?"
Lindsay pretended to think very hard.
"Nope," she finally said. Danny pouted, then shrugged.
"Oh well, I can think of better ways for you to make it up to me anyway."
"Like?"
"Keeping me company tonight. We can watch a movie, order takeout…"
"Sure."
He blinked. He hadn't really expected her to agree, but hey, he wasn't going to complain!
"Good. 7 PM, my place."
She nodded. He looked around the bathroom.
"So, are you done here?"
"Yup. Didn't find anything though."
"Yeah, me neither.
"Too bad."
He shrugged. "Let's mess up the bedroom together," he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Lindsay first blushed, then smacked his arm and chuckled.
"Better save that idea for tonight, Messer."
She laughed at Danny's expression and headed to the kitchen.
"Have fun messing up! I'll take the kitchen."
"Messing up the kitchen, now that's an idea I've gotta save for tonight," he said to himself.
"I heard that!"
"Good, help me remember in case I forget, then."
"Sure will," her laughing voice sounded from the kitchen.
Danny smiled and looked up, mouthing 'thank-you' to the ceiling, for sending him such a wonderful woman.
A/N: I love reviews, please tell me what you think! I might write a second chapter about their 'date', but I'm not going higher than T, so there won't be smut in my fics. Just add whatever you want in your fantasies, though.