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Her lips assaulted his as her tongue joined the battle of passion while his hands slowly unfastened the small delicate buttons of her thin cotton top that was currently blocking his view of her breasts. His hands brushed the toned bare skin of her torso sending shivers down her spine. Pulling breathlessly away from her lips, he glanced down at her semi naked body, the thin black lace of her bra accentuated her breasts, pushing them up and together, making them seem bigger, more sexier, the see through lace of her barely there thong left nothing to his imagination. Both of them breathing heavily he felt her fingernails softly and sensually scrape down his back down to the waistband of his boxers, sneaking inside the offending item she grabbed his ass softly pulling him closer to her sexually aroused body. Lifting her up effortlessly she wrapped her legs around his waist as he lifted her up on to the counter, he pushed himself as close as he could get to her, letting her feel his erection through the thin material of their remaining underwear. Her tongue teased his neck before she kissed up the path her tongue had just made until she back at his mouth, kissing him furiously and passionately.

His hands swept around her back and easily unclasped the bra she was still wearing, easing the straps down over her shoulders her moaned into her mouth as his thumb brushed the side of her breast, her hand was now grasping his cock in her hand, pumping him up and down, making him harder against her.

Once more the need for breath became too intense, pulling away from her, his hands swept under her thighs as he made to lift her to his bedroom.

"Fuck me Linds" he moaned before his lips attacked hers as he carried her through to the bedroom.

"Danny I…."

Rolling over he groaned in frustration as he hit the obtrusive alarm clock harder than was necessary, every night for the last week he had had the same sensual and seductive dream about Lindsay Monroe, his dreams seemed all too real, maybe because he had had her and then had screwed up royally. It was his punishment for breaking her heart, his subconscious telling him that she was the woman he was meant to be with, but he wasn't because he was such a fuck up. She was gone, she had left almost six months ago, no one knew where she was, or if they did they certainly weren't divulging that information with him.

He did love her there was no doubt about it, he just hadn't realized it when it mattered the most, he had pushed her away until she was hurting so bad she snapped, laying her heart on the line, it hadn't really spurned him into taking action and putting his life back on track. It was only when she started pulling away from him that he realized how far he had actually overstepped the mark. He knew he had to confess to his infidelity if there was any chance of getting back to how they were before the whole Ruben tragedy.

Turns out she already knew, Rikki had told her the night they had wrapped the taxi killer case up, she had gone round to his apartment to talk like he suggested, she hadn't known he was still at the lab, so she sat on the floor outside, she was too shy to use her key figuring the distance between them. It was then that Rikki had told her everything, claiming she had the right to know.

Two days later his belongings and his spare key were left with his super and she was gone.

For the first week he sat moping, wallowing in his own self pity, blaming himself for everything that had gone wrong in his life, it was only when Mac laid it out on the line that only Lindsay's life had been truly affected by his actions.

Danny hadn't killed Aiden that had been DJ Pratt, Danny hadn't been the one who had beaten his brother Louie within inches of his life that had been Sonny Sassone, luckily his brother had revived and Sonny was in prison.

Ruben had been shot in a tragic accident during the commission of a robbery, sure the boy was in his care, but what was to say that he wouldn't have been shot if Danny had stayed with him, the boy would still have died, maybe not alone in some scruffy alley in the streets of New York, but he would still have died.

But Lindsay, she had stuck by him through each and every moment of his grief and blame and he had pushed her away and cheated on her, she was heartbroken and alone, with one friend down, that was one hundred percent his fault, it was his fault they didn't know where she was.

Sighing he sat up, ran a hand through his messy bed head hair and padded bare foot across the hallway to the bathroom for yet another cold shower.