Author's Note: Ok, so I am sooooo missing DL lately...!!!! I have only seen the first 4 episodes of season 3, seeing as I live in the UK, but I WANT SOME DL!!!!!! lol so this story is dedicated for all of those who need some DL :D Also, this was intended to be a 'oneshot', but i jus got carried away lol I'm sorry if anything offends u .. Dont forget to Read and Review!! XX

Disclaimer: I own nothing, except for the idea... although the thought of owning Danny Messer / Carmine Giovinazzo jus keeps me in gutterville 24/7 :D ( this is the only disclaimer I shall write, but it goes for every chapter. Please don't sue.)

"... If there's anything you need from me, just let me know, ok?"

Standing outside interrogation room 2, Danny couldn't do anything but watch Lindsay leave. He had half admitted that he had feelings, and he couldn't believe she was just walking away. Flack came out of the interrogation room, and patted Danny on the back.

"You OK, Messer?" He asked

"Huh?... Oh, er.. yeah. Jus' thinking, that's all." Danny replied, startled as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Thinkin' of poppin' out to Cozy's after shift.. Fancy a beer?" Flack called as he walked off down the corridor.

"Not tonight, Flack, not in the mood." Danny said as he started to walk in the opposite direction to Flack, and headed towards the locker room.

He was in a world of his own - all Danny could hear was noise and didn't aknowledge Stella and Mac talking to him . His ears hurt from the chattering of colleagues, the ringing of telephones and the beeps of the computers. He couldn't wait to leave work and be on his own at home to figure out what had happened this evening.

The locker room was quiet, as if it was a totally different world, locked away from prying eyes. Danny sighed as he sat down on the bench and hung his head in his hands. He was so confused - why was Lindsay being so... so icy towards him... yet she likes him. It obviously made sense to her somehow, but Danny just didn't get it. Maybe it was just a girl thing.

"I'll never understand women." He mumbled to himself as he stood up. He rubbed his eyes, pushing up his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose.

As he pulled his jacket on, his cell phone beeped. Unclipping it from his belt, he straightened out the collar on his jacket and flipped his cell open, surprised to see "lindsay monroe" displayed across the screen. He placed his thumb on top of the 'open' button, and hesitated. His tongue nervously darted between his dry lips, and flicked across them. He took a deep breath and pressed the button.

'Danny, I'm sorry... I jus need time. Please dont be mad at me. I meant every word I said... Can we talk about it? Montana XX'

Danny sighed hard as he leant back against the lockers, thumping it with his head. "Why do you do this to me Montana..." Danny breathed as he shut his phone. He pushed himself off of the lockers, and exited the room.

It was 10:30PM before Danny walked through the door to his apartment with a pizza and a 6 pack of beer. He placed them on the coffee table, threw his jacket on the armchair, and flopped down on to the couch. From the corner of his eye, he could see his answer machine flashing. I'm not in the mood for those right now, he thought as he switched on the tv, flicking to the baseball highlights. He leant forward and grabbed a slice of his fully loaded with extra pepperoni pizza.

Danny finished 3 slices of his pizza, washed down with 2 beers. He flicked off the tv and made his way to the bathroom, turning on the shower. He took his glasses off and placed them on the counter, as he stripped off and stepped under the hot water. He stayed under the spray until the water had turned luke warm. It felt like he had been under there for hours, when in fact it had only been 20 minutes. He wrapped a towel around his lower half, brushed his teeth and picked his glasses up as he went into the bedroom He pulled on a pair of sweats from his drawer, and climbed into bed, knowing that he wouldn't fall to sleep straight away.

"You ..look...so..beautiful..." Danny whispered, out of breath as he looked up at the female that was straddled across his hips, sweat glistening across her forehead.

"Oh...G-od..." she cried as she leant down and let her mouth take hold of his. Dannys hands tangled themselves in her damp hair, and as they moved together he whispered her name, with an urge he couldnt hold back.

"Montana..."

Danny tossed and turned in his restless sleep, his arms flying out across his pillow. He managed to knock his alarm clock straight to the floor from his bedside cabinet, the sound jolting him from his dream. With his breathing heavy he sat upright, sweat dripping from his face. He bent over the side of the bed and picked up his alarm clock. It was 4:15AM.

"Shit!" he exclaimed. In another 4 and a half hours he would have to be leaving for work. With that thought, he threw himself back down on the bed, resting his arms under his head.

He stared at the ceiling, watching the lights flash by from the passing traffic. It was the third time this week that he had dreamt the same dream of him and Lindsay and it was breaking his heart that it was just that - a dream.

There was a soft rapping at the front door. If it wasnt for the quietness in Dannys bedroom he would have dismissed it as his brain doing overtime. He swung his legs out of bed an made his way to the hallway just in time to hear the knock again, only this time it was a little louder.