Spoilers: references to 'Oedipus Hex' and probably following episodes on later chapters.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters. I wish… sighs Mrs. Mallory though, is mine – an elderly sweet woman.

A/N: This is a sequel to Let It Go. Thank you so much for the reviews on that one. I really appreciated all of them. :)

I'm trying to build up Lindsay's past. I've changed my mind dozens of times about it, so I'm not actually sure how this is gonna turn. I'll have some more chapters on this fanfic (I hope you like it enough for that), probably with more action. Read it, tell me what you think, what you want to happen… All the reviews are highly welcome. Thanks a lot.

Awakenings

Danny pulled slowly apart, just enough to make eye contact with her. He could never get enough of her eyes.

"So," his voice was low and she could feel the slight fear hided "are we okay?"

"We've never been other way Danny… I know I'm acting weird, I-I just…" her voice trembled and she took a deep breath, trying to not break down.

"I told you, you don't have to tell me anything." his hands were making small circles on her back, hoping she relaxed a little.

He lied… He did want to know what was happening to her. He wanted to help her. He wanted her to trust him. That would mean a lot for him. He wanted a chance to show he wouldn't screw this up – he would love her like she deserve it, he would love her like he had loved no one else (hell, he had never been in love before!). She was one of a kind and he didn't mind spend the rest of his life proving her that.

"I know you didn't… God! What have I done to deserve you? You shouldn't be close to someone so complicated---"

"Don't." Danny cut her off, soft but firmly "Where is that women so self-assured? So confident on her skills that actually made me have to prove myself to her…"

Lindsay smiled, remembering theirs labs competitions "I don't know if that woman ever existed…"

"Oh, she did and she stills…" Danny smirked his charming smile, leaning his back against the wall and bringing her with him "I'm the living proof of that." he hold her tighter, one hand caressing her hair, while she leaned her head again in his strong chest. His other hand was in her waist, gently touching the small amount of skin exposed between her top and the waistband of her pants.

Lindsay sighed, adjusting herself between his arms. She could lay there forever and forget everything else, just focusing on what he made her feel: the shivers, the trembling legs, the pounding heart and the incredible desire of kissing him and touch him senseless. She gave in a little more and the hands she had around his waist slid under his shirt, founding his back. She let them rest there, where it belonged.

Danny gulped silently at the feeling of her small hands in his back, but he continued to talk, caressing her hair, arm around her shoulders, his chin on her head.

"Ya know, that woman arrived here about a year ago and I was so determined to make her life a living hell. She was replacin' my best friend after all. But then she…" Danny struggled to find the right words "she revealed herself such a talented professional, willin' to learn, never turning her back on anythin', tackling down suspects, no matter how tiny she was." Danny felt Lindsay laugh quietly and he smiled openly "And she has this amazin' ability of strongly focus on her work, shutting down everythin' else. At the same time she puts so much passion on what she does that she just made me wish I could feel her passion too."

Lindsay lifted her head to talk, but Danny gently leaned it on his chest, so he could proceed. His voice was now lower, trembling a little bit "She's not only smart, funny, sweet or beautiful, she's the only one that puts me in my place when I deserve it, she's the only one that can tease as good as I… And she's the only one that has this loving soul, that after seeing so many trash on duty line stills believin', stills wantin' to have faith on mankind. And to that takes a lot." Danny took Lindsay's right hand, putting it right where she could feel his heart "And she's definitely the only one that makes my heart beat like this…"

Lindsay eyes were now locked on Danny's and free tears were running down her face. She didn't even bother on clean them. No one had ever told her something like that.

"She's so special and she doesn't even have a clue how unique she is. And nothin', absolutely nothin' is gonna make me think less of her or change the way I feel." Danny was wiping her tears, his own sparkling on his eyes as he continued "Do you know her name?"

Lindsay shook her head no. She couldn't spell a word.

"Lindsay Monroe… Montana forever…" he whispered looking straight into her eyes. The emotions he saw there overwhelmed him – he saw fear, some sadness and anxiety, but he also saw a confidence he didn't capture in a while, determination and yes… it was there. He didn't make that up. He could feel it on the way she trembled under his touch, he could see it on her bright brown eyes, damn, he could even sense it on her silence. It was love.

Lindsay moved closer… She had nothing to loose. He opened to her. She knew she could trust him. She didn't want to involve him in her mess, but she didn't have the strength to keep him away. She would just take what he was willing to give. And what she desperately wanted to accept and give him back.

She put her hand on his face touching it gently and Danny felt his heart pound harder (if that was possible!). No one had ever touched him with such tenderness… If Lindsay continued to look at him like that, touching him so softly and so close to him, he wouldn't resist. He was going to kiss her. He leaned his head against the wall, expecting to regain some self-control. He didn't want to push or rush anything, even if needed it and wanted it desperately. He closed his eyes.

"Don't…" Lindsay said on a delicate tone, while her hand stilled on his cheek and the other one was caressing his neck, pulling his head off the wall and closer to her. She had already made her decision. No turning back.

"What?" Danny asked. He could barely speak. He was lost on her touch, he was lost on her skin. The same skin he hadn't stop caressing at all.

"Don't close your eyes. I love them. I could lost myself on those blue eyes…" they locked their gaze again and Lindsay's thumb moved to Danny's lips.

His hands were stroking her back, under her top, close to her waist. He pulled her to him and felt her shiver in anticipation. He smiled lightly and started to lean his head towards her. She licked her lips and he was lost.

The moment their lips touched, the whole world disappeared and they tasted each other slowly. Danny's tongue started to lick Lindsay's low lip, demanding entrance. And she parted her lips sighing. Danny didn't hesitate and they both started to kiss passionately.

One of Lindsay's hands was touching his nape with her fingernails, making him quiver and moan into her mouth. Danny grabbed Lindsay's waist tightly and one of his hands started to trace the line of her spine. She trembled and kissed him harder in response.

"Cough, cough"

They suddenly pulled apart when they heard someone coughing.

"Detective Monroe." an elderly woman greeted Lindsay.

"Mrs. Mallory." Lindsay was blushing furiously and thanked it was dark night and her neighbor wasn't able to see how embarrassed she was. Danny was looking down, his hand stroking his hair, as he tried to regain his posture and slow down his breath.

"Are you going in dear? It's a little cold out here. Although I think you don't feel it at all."

Lindsay never wanted more to hide herself in a hole "I'll get in… hum… soon."

"Okay then." Mrs. Mallory unlocked the entrance door and got in, not before saying "That's a handsome man you got there Detective."

They both started to giggle, like kids caught up doing some nonsense. Lindsay grabbed Danny's jacket and buried her head on his neck.

"I can't believe this. Looks like I'm on High-School again" Danny's arms encircled Lindsay "See what you do to me Montana?"

She smiled. She missed him calling her that. She liked when he called her Lindsay with his deep, soft tone. But Montana was… ah, it was Montana!

"I make a great hot chocolate. Wanna come in?"