Disclaimer: Own nothing. Want to. Really want to. But still don't.

AN: Not set in a particular season, as I just write what comes to me. So let's say end of season two kinda. Shrug. Hope you like.

And on another note. Yes, I know, I have too many unfinished and fics I've left hanging. But I'll try my best to update them when I can. I'm scared I'm losing my writing ability. LOL. Read and Review as you please. (;

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Both Sides

Danny leant back on the wall of the precinct. After just having a interrogation like he was banging his head against a brick wall he decided to call it for now and take a break. Watching the steam rise from the coffee in his hand, the weather was colder, not to the point where people seemed to notice and wear decent clothing, he noted, after watching a twenty something blonde walk by in a mini skirt, short vest top, topped with red heels. As any red blooded male, he watched her pass with slight interest. But soon the moment was gone and he went back to staring, and some what losing himself in the coffee liquid before him.

A mix of laughter and friendly banter of cops with fellow cops caught his attention and he looked over toward the entrance doors. Flack with a few other detectives Danny was familiar with from cases were in conversation, or what looked like debate over something. Most likely non-work related.

"Danno," Flack called him over with a nod of his head.

Here we go. What's he going to get me into this time. He thought, inwardly sighing to the fact that his peaceful time to think over things was now over, and when Flack had that bubbly excitement while still on the clock, if it was nothing to do with work - he knew he was in for something, most definitely something he wasn't going to like. You name it, over the years, before anything that he dreaded to remember, it always started the same. Flack; with goofy grin and bubbly excitement. A trip down memory lane that matched those situations, he still regretted most. Tequila too many times to count. Dares. It seemed that Flack had yet still to grow up from high school pranking. But the thing that had Danny wanting to rub his head in the effect that he could just put all his worrying down to a headache. Was, in one word, women.

"I was just chatting with Mitchell, and Lee here. I was tellin' them about that club we went to. We're thinking of heading there tomorrow night since most of us are on call, and when I mentioned that club. I remembered that you're quite the popular one there..." Flack smirked in amusement.

Danny tried his best not to wince. There it was. His reputation. Biting him in the ass once again. Not to say it was untrue or that it was but a rumor and nothing more. But it did have the faint hint of truth to it. It had been true, he just wondered if that was true now.

"So. Messer, big player eh," the cop, who Flack motioned as Lee, commented.

"Understatement of the year my friend. Messer here. Changes girls more times than I do. And that's saying a lot, now isn't it, Messer." Flack nudged him with his elbow. Not noticing the look on Danny's face.

Danny stopped for a minute. Wondering if it was true. Did he do that. Was he that disregard-less of women? Like they were just a old sports page he could just throw away when he had read all the baseball news he had wanted from it. He hated to think that it was that harsh as a reality. What sickened him, was if that's what he indeed was. Then that meant everyone he knew, could see that. Well, that made him feel like he may as just drive his car off the Manhattan bridge.

He blinked and let the world around him come back into consciousness. Looking over at Flack he tried to block out all the tales he had gone on to tell the two other cops. Nice going Flack, thanks a lot.

Somehow he managed to excuse himself away from them. 'I gotta' get back to work. Mac'll have my head.'... if ever that were true.

He found himself in his standard issue crime lab Denali. Fiddling with the radio stations he wondered why he bothered with useless time fillers when he was in fact just avoiding doing something. It was friday, and he had nothing better to do, then sit in his empty apartment, that had a inconvenient leak in the kitchen that was slowly by slowly filling out into the adjoining lounge... and entertain ideas of things he could do, clubs. Drinking. Girls. All the things he was supposedly doing according to everyone else.

He could always sit with a pizza and beer, and watch the long list of games he had taped during the last couple of months. For some reason, one unknown to him, he had been throwing himself into work. He just put it up to that he wanted to put more scum where they belong. But he knew it was because in all honestly, he had no life. It was work. More work. And oh, more work. There might have been another reason, he could feel that nagging feeling he felt when he forgot his car keys, that there was another reason for his constant wanting to work more. But then, right when he thought he knew what it was. He lost his trail of thought.

Finally after useless rummaging through his car, finding mostly trash, receipts, some empty evidence bags. A old cell phone. Now broken. How, he couldn't quite remember, he only remembered losing it once on a case with Aiden. Then it turned up again, broken. Some parking tickets. He decided to put them back where he found them. If he didn't know they existed, then no harm done. After all that he ended up driving to the Lab. Knowing that it was either make himself go home. Or sit in his car all night listening to some weird talk show that made him feel like he was the stupid one. So boring in fact, he honestly couldn't remember anything he had done the entire day. He made a mental note to never listen to anything like that ever again, he might forget his forensic science degrees next. Then that would most certainly doom him to having the life of a loner. All that was missing was a pet, a dog. That he would end up talking to.

Walking into the crime lab he frowned in annoyance at himself, so much for positive thinking, like he had awoken to that morning. When the sun had been shining brightly and warm rays flooding in through the bedroom window. Now closing in on eleven at night, the weather was going down the drain, water included. It was storm weather out there, or at least hints of it. Wind, clouds, and rain being thrown everywhere by the harsh cold wind.

Counting the numbers as he stood in the elevator he trudged out of it once it hit thirty-five. As his hearing dulled on the echoing of his footsteps on the lab floor, he looked around aimlessly, seeing it pretty much empty. Most Lab Techs having gone home an hour before as most shifts ended around then. Stella had that day off, Sheldon wasn't working until early in the morning. And Mac, well... Danny figured Mac was in his office. As usual. Either that or for one in one billion times, Mac had gone home on time. Rare, but not unthinkable. He was human after all. At least contrary to certain rumors by hyper and over active imaginative Lab Techs. As he neared his shared office he slowed down his pace, letting his feet drag on the flooring. The sight in front of him pretty much lighted all his lines of thinking. He let himself relax as a smile spread onto his face.

Lindsay, well what could be seen of her, behind the paper work she had surrounded herself in at this point, for the last hour and a half she had decided that after all the cleaning she had done to her apartment in the past week. That she may as well start on the office she shared with Danny. Mainly because if she cleaned her apartment any more. She may end up rubbing it all out like on some sci-fi movie. Magical rubber. So now she was on to the unsorted paper work. Filing it, putting it in the right order. She lost track of time really. Probably why she didn't manage to notice Danny out in the hall, even if she could over the piles of paper work.

Danny opened his mouth to say something. Hey Montana. Hey Monroe. Something - but his mouth opened nothing came and it closed again. He let his eyes just stare at her. The smile still on his face as he watched her, with the paper work, her hair in a messy pony-tail, a pencil gripped in her mouth as she flicked through a file. He licked his lips along with a sigh that rippled through him. He felt the want to touch her, be close to her, something. It was true, he wanted her. But in what way. He still didn't see.

Stepping one foot forward he bit his lip, then he shook his head. Turned around and went to walk away, looking back over his shoulder he closed his eyes and for just a second was willing to give into temptation. Just go with it.

But then what. What next.

The unknown?

The unknown scared the living shit out of him. The unknown with Lindsay. Well you may just ask him to pick out his coffin right there and then.

"You've got me in binds girl." He shook his head and walked away.

TBC