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A/N: This will become a possible two shot if enough people like it.
It was still early morning, and she couldn't sleep. She looked to the left and saw a sleeping form next to her, Danny. Thinking about all of the good times they had together, and how last week he had messed with her mind, sending her dirty messages at work. And it just happened to be on a day when she was working with Mac.
It was so hard for to concentrate when Danny kept on sending like:
L,
I'm sitting here at home waiting for you
so I can take you to our favorite club
lead you to the middle of the dance floor
and start fucking you right in front of everyone
D
The messages were like that all day, with no way to satisfy herself. It was complete torture. So to get back at him, and with an hour or so before Danny got up for work, Lindsay began to think of revenge. First, she snuck over to his phone and changed his ring tone for her, but that was only part one. And she thanked god that she had the day off today.
4 hours later
"Victim is a 34 year old female, bruising on her palms and wrist, and a clear cut stab wound to the heart and right lung," Hawkes explained to Danny and Stella. He was about to continue when "You Look Good in My Shirt" by Keith Urban filled the silent morning air.
Everyone stared at Danny, who got this mortified look on his face. When he realized that it was his Montana calling, the grimace turned into a smirk, answering with a hello, all he got in return was a "check you're your phone in two minutes" then the dial tone.
"Well that was weird" He thought as he motioned for Hawkes to continue his summary of what happened to the victim. Unfortunately before Hawkes could get into to much further detail, Danny's phone vibrated. Reaching into his pocket he found he had about 10 new pictures sent to him, all of Lindsay in Lingerie, and boy did it hit him hard.
Even on a 2 inch screen she looked extremely sexy. He was about to let out a moan of pleasure he felt going all the way down to his cock, before he realized he was in the morgue. With Stella and Hawkes looking at him with curious faces. Danny trying to calm himself down, gave a low grunt and motioned for Hawkes to continue.
No matter how hard Danny tried he failed to calm himself, eventually he had to go to the men's room to jerk himself off using the pictures Lindsay had sent him an hour ago. After this his pants felt a little looser and never had the urge to be home at that very moment been so strong, knowing that his Montana was waiting for him in all her Lingerie covered-hopefully not covered for long-glory.