Disclaimer: All characters belong to someone other than me. Unfortunately. Godamnit.

Paring: D/L.. just reminding you in case you were not sure.

Spoilers: None at the moment. Might change. Might not.

Season: None. I never really have a season, well obviously it's set after S1. We do after all have Lindsay. ;)

AN: This fic was not planned. I apologize to all waiting for updates for other fics, I've been having a slight-- no, very strong writers block. One of my best friends ever, Brittney; she helped me SO much, and I owe her forever... she got me back into gear. So you can all thank her for the updates I'll have soon. If you haven't read her amazingly wonderful CSI fics have a look. They rock. As does she. Brittney AKA.. - Teliko. x3 - Mwuah. Love ya Britt.

Read and Review. I love to know everyone's thoughts. I write for ya'll. Kay. Unplanned.. and random D/L fic this way...

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Unaware Choices.

By Lila Wills.

Shoving her hands deeper into her pockets Lindsay trudged her way toward the lab. Even though her apartment was nearly 20 blocks away. She figured she needed the exercise. Not to mention; in the cold weather that New York was getting... she needed more importantly to keep herself warm.

"Moooontaaaaaannnaaaaa!" Brought her right out of her thoughts of warm fire places and hot chocolate which she was using as a motivator so she would get to the Lab and not freeze to death trying to make it there. She lifted her head up and curiously looked across the road... of course she knew that only one person in-fact called her by her native state. And said person stood on the opposite side of the road with his hands buried into his jeans much like her and a satisfied smirk that he caught her attention on his face. Although she knew it was hard to miss her... damn she hated her hat. Bright ugly thing with a pom-pom on it... present from her four-year old niece... she promised to wear it - only now regretting that decision.

Choosing to ignore him as long as she could, she kept walking. Even though she was walking at a sort of slow pace. She felt a presence beside her and glanced over before looking straight ahead of her at the pavement.. mainly because it had been snowing for the last three days and she didn't want to slip.. and he was adding himself onto that list of things that could could keep her warm. It wasn't that she didn't like his company. But it was bugging her that he could cause such thoughts and feelings. She wasn't a control freak.. well, not necessarily. She did hate losing control. But with him - it was as if she could do nothing but sit back and watch her feelings decide things without her.. and for Daniel Messer of all people.

"I'm invisible obviously. Or ya' are ignoring me," the Staten Island Detective said moving over to the other side of her, with a idiotic grin plastered on his face. Maybe she wasn't the only one with a certain list. He had been miserable since he had got off the subway... he had been having the worst morning. Worst luck maybe...

His coffee machine broke. Most of his t-shirts had shrunk... some new tenant in the building had broken the dryer in the buildings laundry room; after a tiring long shift he wasn't paying too much attention to what condition the dryer was in, so in return... he had about ten t-shirts the size of a dwarf. He broke the front of his shoe tripping on a broken pavement stone on his way to the subway. Then, once out of the cold and on the subway.. the driver announces that there are delays due to construction - and also that the train was terminating at that particular stop for engineering reasons.

So.. he grumbled under his breath about tax payers money going down the drain slowly by slowly seeing as it definitely wasn't going into the public transport system and walked back out into the harsh January weather.. and snow. He had been thinking of taking the forensics conference that Mac had offered to any of the team. It would be a probably well needed vacation, he had been so stressed out. Maybe it would be good.. and where did Mac mention it was again... San Diego, Seattle.. no... somewhere southern he remembered. Since he had joked to Montana; Lindsay, that he would be surrounded by southerners, and why Mac would do that to him... country people were enough torture. It only earned eye rolls from most of them and a unconvinced look from Stella. Lindsay didn't say anything, she did nothing but smile at him. Obviously.. everyone was unconvinced that he found being around the country girl anything but torturous. When had everyone known how he felt, when he half the time was always coming to forks in the road with her and his feelings toward her.

He wasn't much of a person for denial - being a CSI taught you the truth, and denial was about ignoring the truth in-front of you. But in his own personal life.. that was a different story there. He had lied, maybe more so in his love life; even though he had never considered it lying... as it wasn't his love life, the word was a very unconnected emotion to him. All the girls he ever knew were more like acquaintances, any other word to describe them was just hurtful, degrading and ended up making him look like the bad guy. Which he never wanted to feel like, he got away from that and grew up different to his family. He was the good guy, he worked in law enforcement - the side of law enforcement that proved peoples guilt in crimes and murders, or in the very rare and not so true times, peoples innocence. But that never happened. Everybody had something to hide. And everybody lied. Lies that became complicated. He knew this, he did lie. Maybe not on choices he liked.. but he did it to protect himself, and in the end the women he slept with. He knew that he was just trying to secure everything, make it so everything always went along smoothly. Nothing ever stayed so good and with so very few bumps.

He had thought that, now though; he was beginning to see another side to things, life in general. Lindsay Monroe. Who knew, one person could teach him so much on things that he though both impossible for him, and so reachable. Now, of course. He didn't realize his feelings. Yet. So, maybe... he was in denial. Denial because love was never something that he had learnt... she was showing him what it was. Without her even knowing it either. Love, they say it blinds you. But for them, maybe it was blinding them for the better.. Lindsay would never think such thoughts that she could fall for a staten island guy who was, from the rumors and such gossip she had heard.. a player that had family connected to the Tanglewood Boys, a known mob-like gang. Her, Lindsay Monroe from Montana.. and him, she would never think such a thing. And Danny, he didn't even dream that her and him was a slightest possibly, after all.. not only was she a country girl. She was just too perfect, he deep down loved that about her.. but for him, he wouldn't want to damage that perfectness with his dark past and his lifestyle. After all, she was so kind; nice, lovely, caring, strong, passionate. He could make a long list of the things she was.. all the things that made her so special without even blinking. Hell, he could most probably write it in his sleep, no sweat. But such qualities mixed with his... would make a bad recipe. It was dangerous. And... he just wasn't about to put her through that.

But what he wasn't aware of. Was that it was happening. Love. Love for her. Loving her. It had started happening the day he met her.. and as time grew. So did his feelings. It had happened right in-front of his eyes. And he hadn't even seen it. Not that Lindsay was any better. So, both unaware. Of what was there maybe all along. Denial... they were in it together.. sharing it.

Now... only one thing. They needed to realize it all.

Easier said then done.

TBC.

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Un-beta'd. So blame me all you want for grammar, spelling mistakes.. etc etc.

Hope you all like it. And I plan on continuing it.. that is if ya'll want me to. :)

Love. Hugs. Moo.

Lila.