A/N: I do not claim any rights to anything that is copy-righted, patented, otherwise legally owned; I'm just borrowing them to satisfy the plot-bunnies running through my head. Please read and review, but most of all enjoy. The song is "One" By U2. Thanks to NeverMindDream for not only being my beta, but also for helping me come up with a title… Please read and review, but most of all enjoy.

"Mac," Danny stated calmly, "Send someone else. I'm not going to some back woods hick town, where the sheriff chews tobacco, calls me son, is in with the town crook and there's only one bathroom. Send Monroe, send Hawkes, or send Hammerback for all I care. I'm not going. "

Danny sat down in the chair across from his boss, his mentor, waiting for a response.

Mac grimaced, he was afraid that this was going to happen, Danny hated going on cases out of town. He thought for a moment on how the best way to handle it.

"Danny," Mac said slowly and evenly, "My hands are tied. You're the only one available and they need someone as soon as possible. It'll be the weekend at most; you'll be back before you know it."

Danny frowned, lines furrowing his forehead but he said nothing. Instead, he rose from his chair and took the train ticket and case folder off Mac's desk. He looked Mac in the eyes once more and walked to the door.

"Danny," Mac said, stopping him, "Trilton has two bathrooms." He smiled at the younger man.

Danny shook his head in disbelief at his boss' joke, but cracked a small smile and was gone from the office.

He walked into the locker room and caught Lindsay in a state of semi undress. He paused slightly, taking in the sight. She was wearing a thin, ribbed tank top and a pair of well fitting jeans. He coughed softly to alert her to his presence.

She whipped around, and blushed slightly, while grabbing her shirt from her locker.

"Danny." She said flustered, "I didn't hear you come in."

Danny couldn't think of anything to say so he walked over to his locker, and opened it. He pulled out his bag and started tossing random things in.

"I hear that you're going on a trip." Lindsay said, trying to engage him in conversation.

They had become friends over the last couple of weeks, and had started talking more. However there were still times that Lindsay didn't get him.

Danny merely grunted in response and continued to collect his things.

"I wish Mac trusted me enough to go on a trip, alone." Lindsay said, trying again. "I mean I'd love the opportunity. Kinda makes me wish I wasn't on a case."

"Ya wanna switch?" Danny snapped, looking at her with one of those faces. "Cause I sure as hell don't wanna go."

"Sorry," Lindsay said defensively, her face riddled with hurt, "I guess this means that instead of having a sure thing, you'll actually have to work to get laid this weekend." She slammed her locker shut and stalked out of the room.

"Lindsay." He called out to her but it was too late, she was gone. The swinging door was the only sign that she had once been there.

Danny beat his head against the locker next to his. He hadn't meant to snap at her, he hadn't meant to take anything out on her but she was just so damn persistent at times. He snatched up his bag and left the locker room. His train left at 8 tonight, and from the paperwork Mac had given him, it looked like a four hour trip and the sheriff was going to meet him at the station, then drive him to the hotel in town. He would start processing in the morning. Oh joy. Hopefully after packing, he'd have a chance to grab a small dinner and a nap before leaving. Somehow, he had a feeling that the hotel the lab had him in wasn't going to be the Hilton.

He left the lab, walked out to the parking garage, and got in his vehicle. He started it, and gave it a chance to warm up. He played around with the radio, switching from station to station until a song caught his attention.

Have you come here for forgiveness
Have you come to raise the dead
Have you come here to play Jesus
To the lepers in your head

It caused his mind to go back to Lindsay and what happened in the locker room, again. He felt horrible, but for some reason he couldn't bring himself to pick up his phone and call her. Her comment had hurt him. Is that all she thought of him? That he was just a player whose only goal was getting into someone's pants? He knew that there were rumors flying around that lab that he was a player, that he had a different girl every week, but he hadn't paid attention to them that closely, and granted he hadn't bothered to correct anyone either, but it was because he hadn't cared what people thought about him. Until now. What made Lindsay and her opinion so different? The thought bothered him a bit. She was a friend, and a coworker. Sure, when she smiled, he smiled. And he found her enthusiasm refreshing, and her laugh was intoxicating. But she wasn't his type, right?

The truth was that he hadn't had a girlfriend since Cindy, and they had been over for a couple of weeks. Granted, he had met that girl on the subway, but she was only a freshman in college, and he wasn't going there. Other than that, his weekends had been filled with television, hanging out with Flack, and working.

He backed his vehicle out of his spot and drove out of the parking garage. He noticed that Lindsay's car was still there, even though her shift had ended.

"Probably went back to the evidence." He said to himself, shaking his head. He knew that if she was frustrated, she would go do something that she could concentrate on to get her mind off whatever the irritation was. Guilt immediately flooded back into him, knowing that he was the source of the irritation this time. He shook his head and stopped his truck behind her car.

Grabbing a pen and ripping a piece of paper out of a notebook he had with him, he wrote "I'm sorry -- D", and folded it. He got out, and put the piece of paper under one of her wiper blades, got back in his truck and drove home.