A/N: This was going to be a silly fluffy one shot. However, the last line just begs another chapter, so maybe... lol! Is it just me or is Danny kinda like Joey off Friends? The whole food thing, because in season 2/3 most scenes with Danny in involved food lol.

Lindsay always let Danny cook. Maybe it was because she couldn't trust herself with cooking, because she always burnt things. Even when she tried her hardest. One night, she had arrived home early and she wanted to surprise Danny with a nice romantic candlelit dinner. She had prepared his favourite food-spaghetti with chilli shrimp. Danny had helped her cook it one evening, and it turned out gorgeous. The whole night turned out to be gorgeous because they went on the roof and watched the city go by in each other's arms. She was organised, set out her ingredients in the order that she would use them. She pinned the recipe Danny had written for her on the blackboard so she wouldn't go wrong. Things were going alright until the shrimp turned black and the pasta went crispy. She couldn't even restart her cooking because Danny had walked through the door. She quickly stood infront of the stove and placed a large smile on her face, trying her hardest not to make it look fake. However, she knew Danny would see through her, and she couldn't exactly hide the smell of burnt fish.

"Hey hunni I'm home." He laughed. Unceasingly she laughed too, just to hide her nerves. He walked over to her and she moved backwards to cover the cooker even more. She smiled and tried to convince him that she was just leaning against the stove, placing her hand either side of her for support.

"Hey." She replied, smiling at him as he leaned in and kissed her, hungrily but not a deep kiss.

"Why' it so dark in here? You not believing in the whole saving electricity hoo-hah thing are ya?" He said, looking around. It was dark because she had turned the lights down because she had set the table a couple of minutes before he had walked through the door. He looked at the table and smiled. Set in the middle stood two large candles, which lit up that side of his apartment. Wine was poured in two glasses and plates were set. Lindsay turned too but she didn't smile. There was no food to put on the plates. She was a failure. Danny didn't deserve someone who burned everything she cooked. No matter how hard she tried not to.

"I wasn't expecting this when I got home Montana." He turned back to her and smiled widely at her, causing her to blush. Wanting to stall him for as long as possible, knowing that he may go in the shower, buying her time to…panic.

"What were you expecting Mr Messer." She said in a seductive tone, causing him to growl deep in his throat. She giggled at his reaction. He couldn't think of a reply. Lindsay's giggle turned into a full on laugh and it took her all her strength not to lean over in a fit of laughter, and revealing her pathetic excuse for food.

"You're finally gob smacked." She said in-between giggles. He blushed slightly and just nodded along, embarrassed. She controlled herself and looked up, returning her sweet smile on her face.

"So what we got for food then chef." He said trying to see behind her. She shifted herself to block him.

"It's a surprise. Now go clean yourself up, you look a mess and you stiiiiiiink." She laughed when he feigned hurt.

"I do not stink Montana." He defended himself.

"Well it's sure not me." she said.

He smiled and leaned closer to her. "I know." He kissed her and walked towards their bedroom closing the door behind him.

She let out a large sigh of relief, and turned back to her 'masterpiece'.

"What to do what to do what to do." She mumbled to herself frantically looking around the kitchen for anything to replace the food. She looked in the fridge but there was nothing to pawn Danny's favourite meal. She felt like crying. Why was she a bad cook? Her mother was a fantastic cook, her sweet dishes were the best and all the kids in Montana loved her cookies. And whenever she cooked with Danny the food was always fantastic and right. Maybe that was because Danny would stand behind her, wrap his hands over her hands and show her how to cook things and help her the whole way through. So Danny was the one who did the cooking really. She was just his little helper. She grinned at her thoughts. She heard him turn on the shower, which bought her extra time. Time to dispose of the food. Without thinking, she closed her eyes and threw the contents in the bin, returning the pan to the sink. She opened her eyes again and sighed, placing her head in her hands. Grabbing her cell, she flopped down the side of the cabinets. Maybe she should have just given up on the idea of surprising him. Or maybe she could have done something that she was good at.

She dialled the first number that came into her head.

"Hey Linds, what's up?" Stella's friendly voice lifted Lindsay's dampened spirit.

"Erm…you're a good cook right?" Lindsay nervously questioned.

"I know my way around a kitchen I suppose yes why do you ask?"

Lindsay sighed. "I burnt my surprise dinner for Danny and now he's home and in the shower and the table is set all lovely and he saw it and is expecting food but I burnt it because I'm a lousy girlfriend and I'm a lousy cook!" she rambled, putting herself down with her words. Lindsay heard Stella clear her throat and could even see her frown. Here goes… a lecture saying that she shouldn't put herself down like that.

"Linds, you're not a lousy girlfriend, Danny talks about you all the time. Seriously, sometimes I need to hit him to make him concentrate at work." Lindsay laughed at Stella's remark.

"Yeh well…that wont un-burn the prawns and pasta that are in the bin. What do I do? He'll be out in minutes. I have no time!" Lindsay whined.

"Did you make anything else?" Stella asked, knowing the answer. She knew that her best friend couldn't cook and she wasn't very creative and organised when it came to cooking either.

"Wine." Lindsay said flatly, not even joining in with Stella laughing.

"Well get drunk and have fun then Kiddo. I'm sure Danny won't even notice that he was hungry after a few glasses. Plus…knowing him, he'll be more interested in you." Stella said, and for once, Lindsay smiled.

"You know what, that sounds like a fab plan. Thanks Hun. Love ya." Lindsay giggled. Stella was the bestest best friend any girl could have.

"Your more than welcome, Love you too. Enjoy." And after they shared a giggle or two, Stella hung up, and with that, the door to the bedroom opened and Danny walked out, wearing an open stripped shirt showing his wife beater and some dark jeans. His hair was still wet and spiky. He cocked his head at her and pulled a confused face at her, she couldn't contain a little giggle. He walked over to her and stood above her, looking down at her, causing droplets to fall from his hair and fall on her. She shielded herself with her hands.

"Hey watch it!" her words lost in the laughter. He held out a hand and she grabbed it, he pulled her up so that she was standing. She threw her cell on the sofa that was a couple feet away and it landed on the floor.

"Great shot Montana." Danny sarcastically praised. She rolled her eyes at him, her famous reaction that Danny loved.

Danny looked behind her hoping to see some delicious food, but instead he saw an empty stove. He looked to that table through the archway and there was no food on the plates set. He looked back at Lindsay who was avoiding eye contact with him. He placed his hand on her cheek and gently forced her to look at him. She bit her lip.

"Didn't you cook anything?" he whispered.

"I did. It's just…" she began but Danny knew the rest. He sighed and couldn't help but smile.

"Why are you smiling?" she grunted at him. His smile grew wider and he placed his hands on her hips and moved closer to her, if that was possible, there was not enough room for air between them.

"It's sweet that you do something like this even though we both know you can't cook." Danny confessed.

"Gee thanks Danny. I love being praised about my lack of skills in cooking." Her face remained sad and Danny didn't smile anymore, just pouted at her. Her sad face didn't remain long, because one look at Danny's childlike face triggered a laughing fit. He pulled her into a hug and wrapped his arms around her tightly as she rested her head on his chest. While in the hug, he looked at the table to see the wine. He was more of a beer drinker, but considering the situation, wine was the perfect beverage.

"Plus…wine will fill us up." he brushed her hair through his fingers and whispered in her ear. She giggled in his chest and closed her eyes.

"You had a good day?" Lindsay asked. She hadn't seen him that much, just at lunch when they decided to get some food and have a mini picnic in their office. However, they had had different cases so the rest of the day felt lonely and everlasting.

"It was tiring. And lasted way too long. I'm glad im home, with you." He kissed the top of her head and sent warmth through her. She felt like she could melt into him, and she smiled.

"How was your day?" he replied the question.

She sighed. "I burnt the food. I messed up at work; I was too tired and couldn't be bothered so Stella covered for me while I slept for an hour in the office. But lunch cheered me up." She looked up and placed a finger on his nose, tracing his features on his face, before ending on his lips. He kissed her finger and enveloped her hands in his, and she let him guide her to the table. Pulling a chair out for her, he gestured for her to sit down, and she smiled and obeyed. He tucked her under the table and sat opposite her. he held up his glass and so did she and they said 'cheers'. It wasn't long before Danny was refilling both Lindsay's and his glass up. They didn't talk about food for a while. The conversation mainly revolved around how their day went and random little things, such as a funny thing Don said to Lindsay about Danny about his snoring, which actually made Danny laugh. But then the topic changed back to food again.

"Why don't you like cooking Montana?" Danny asked finishing his second glass of red wine.

She shrugged and copied him, finishing her glass. She didn't really want anymore wine. Neither did Danny, so their glasses remained empty.

"Probably because I find it boring. And you have to wait ages for things to be ready. Plus, onions hurt my eyes and sometimes the look of things puts me off eating them. So in the end it turns out that it was a waste of time cooking because it just ends up in the fridge uneaten. That is, if I don't ruin it which I always do." She said laughing. Danny smiled sweetly. His smile lasted for ages and it was turning suspicious.

"what is it now Messer?" she said leaning back in her chair and folding her arms.

He shrugged. "You're just unbelievably adorable." He truthfully said. She blushed.

"Even if I didn't cook you a dinner?" she said.

He laughed. "that's not why I love you. I love you because…you are who you are." He blushed slightly considering that was the most romantic thing he had said in a while.

She smiled sweetly and felt like throwing herself at him and hugging him till he was squished.

"Plus, I can do the cooking. You can provide…dessert." He wiggled his eyebrows at her and spoke in a seductive way.

"well." She began, her words failing to get out because her heart was racing and she was fighting the urge of sweeping everything off the table, even the candles. "You could have some dessert early…" she got up and slowly walked to him, grabbed his hand and walked backwards to the couch, not wanting to break eye contact with his gorgeous blue eyes. he gently pushed her down and hovered over her, kissing her neck. She ran her fingers through his damp hair as he moved down her neck to her chest. He looked up and smiled at her, smiling widely back at him. They just hoped that Lindsay's cell on the floor wouldn't interrupt "dessert."