His Lobster
Just a little drabble that popped into my head as I was watching Friends: "The One with the Prom Video". Danny realizes how much he loves Lindsay.
CSI: NY
It was another lazy Sunday afternoon that was spent with Lindsay in his arms and the two sitting in his apartment watching old Friends reruns.
Danny had loved the past few months he'd spent with Lindsay more than any other time in his entire life. She had this affect on him that he felt all the time but the words to explain it were always lost.
He'd never thought that he'd end up with her, Lindsay Monroe, Montana CSI.
His taste in women had changed drastically since he met her. He lost the attraction for tall, beautiful model-looking women with an IQ the same size as their shoes. Instead, he turned his attention to the petite brunette that worked beside him.
On her first day, conversations around the water cooler revolved around her. Most people called her cute, even Flack. Danny didn't really say anything; he was still pissed at mostly her because she'd replaced his best friend. But he had to admit that she wasn't horrible to look at and his little trick he'd played on her hadn't affected her the way he'd hoped.
Over time, that hatred was lost and replaced by what began as a small crush and grew into almost an obsession. He embraced the moments when he and Lindsay crossed paths even when they weren't working the same case and loved it even more when they were working the same case; preferably alone.
After two years of flirting, complications, and teasing, they finally ended up where he wanted them to be from the beginning: in a relationship.
When he was with her, his 'commitment issues' disappeared. She wasn't like his other needy 'girlfriends' and sometimes even called him too clingy! After a month or two of dating, he even asked her to move in with him.
She was strong and independent; she could stand on her own two feet but sometimes still needed his support. He was needed, just like he needed her.
He found her habits of hogging the remote, stealing his blankets at night, and spending forever in the bathroom in the morning somewhat endearing. Now, he couldn't imagine his life without having to wait in the mornings to use the shower or spend his nights freezing his butt off.
Danny hadn't ever been a man who liked public displays of affection. But it seemed that Flack had unfortunately become a victim of many of these cases whenever he and Lindsay bumped into each other in the lab. He didn't care how many times his friend told them to "Get a room!" or roll his eyes. Lindsay was what he cared about.
He used to want a lot of things: a new Harley Davidson, tickets to see the Yankees, or a promotion. Now, he still wanted a lot of things, but different things: he wanted to see his Montana walking down the aisle in a white dress, cradling their first (of maybe two or three) kids in the delivery room, growing old with her, loving her and only her for the rest of his life.
It was at that moment that he knew that he was in love. So madly and deeply in love with Lindsay Monroe that he hadn't even realized it.
Without his brain registering properly, Danny blurted out his thoughts, "You're my lobster, Montana."