Lindsay's POV

"Stupid jerk," I grumbled, stomping down the corridor looking down at my now coffee stained shirt.

Who did that jackass think he was? Every since I turned him down, he had been a jackass. I have every right to turn anybody down, especially since I am already in a relationship with someone. We are very happy together, and we have a great life outside of this place. We don't make it public knowledge; we do have a right to some privacy in this fishbowl of an office.

"Montana," I hear Danny calling after me, as I charge down the hall towards the locker room. I ignore him, pushing my way through the door, beginning to unbutton my shirt as I cross the threshold.

I feel wind from the door as Danny comes in after me. "Lindsay," he says, "What's wrong?"

He's worried about me, he doesn't use my given name unless he is worried, trying to be professional or to really get my attention.

I'm so frustrated I can't even open my own locker, so he helps me as I take my shirt off. "Tell me what happened," he probes, as I practically wad up and throw my shirt in my locker.

"That new guy from DNA, the guy I turned down after he asked me out because, well you know," gesturing to the fact that they had been together for a year with no problems before.

"Yeah," he encouraged, already not liking were this conversation was going.

"Well he's been a real jerk since," I say finishing buttoning up my shirt, "He practically ran me over just a minute ago, dumped his coffee all over me, didn't apologize or anything, then just pushed me aside and kept walking."

"You want me to talk to him?" he asks, like he is my own personal bodyguard or something. Like I can't fend for myself. Like I haven't taken care of myself for years before I met and started dating him. But surprisingly, that doesn't upset me. He was my boyfriend, significant other, roommate at times, so he was supposed to worry right?

I lean in to kiss his lips softly, all we allow ourselves, if that, at work. "No, I'm fine. Promise."

Danny's POV after

After Lindsay goes back to our office, I take a little journey down to the DNA lab. Seeing the jerk in question I make my way over to him.

He looks up in time to see me walking towards him, he smiles a stupid smile I wanna wipe off his face permanently. "Hello, Detective," he greets me, "Something I can do ya for?"

"Ya seen Det. Monroe recently?" I ask as casually as possible.

"You share an office with her, she hasn't checked in with you today or something?" he asks, with a smart ass attitude.

"We share more than that," I say pointedly, he wants to play, I'm a detective, I deal with smart ass attitudes every day.

The guy raises his eyebrows, as if I just shocked the hell out of him, which I'm pretty sure I did. "Really?" he barely squeaks out.

"We understand each other then?" I ask, luckily for reason I make the other lab geeks nervous, so sometimes I can use that to my advantage.

"Yeah," he says, looking everywhere but at me now.

"Good," I say, mission completed, message sent.

Now I just have to hope the jerk doesn't go all girly and start spreadin' gossip. If Montana finds out I did this, I won't be getting' laid for a month. But that's a chance I'm willing to take for my girl.

A/N: For theatricalmuse prompt 'Mad.' I'm only supposed to do Lindsay's POV but Danny's just begged to be done too 