I don't own CSI, Danny, Lindsay of Flack. If I did D/L would definitely still be together.

His trifecta

She sat at her desk across from him, watching him work. She found herself doing it more and more these days. She just had to wait for her brain to think of something to say. All she wanted was to see those eyes.

"What you doing for dinner?" Great Lindsay, that doesn't sound desperate! But it worked; he looked at her in that way he did, not moving his head, just lifting his eyes. Oh those eyes. How could he not know what they did to her? She was sure she blushed every time.

"Nothing Montana. Why? Are you trying to seduce me?" he replied with a wry smile. Not the smirk. That made everything worse, that sarcastic little "half smile" he did. She could feel her heart beating faster and faster, she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. She instinctively put her head down so he wouldn't be able to see the red rising in her face.

"Very funny city boy. Was just thinking it was about time we all went out again." And then he did it, the trifecta, not only had he done the eyes, the smile, but also the thing that not only makes her heart jump, but every single inch of her body. He leant back in his chair, locked his fingers together, put his hands on the back of his head and stretched his arms back. He stretched them for her, she knew it, he was showing her his biceps as if saying "look at these, imagine these around you", at least that what she heard him say.

"What are you thinking then Montana?" Oh god, he knows. She sat up, confident in the fact that her cheeks had returned to their usual colour.

"About what Messer?" she tried to say coyly, like she wasn't quaking in her boots that he knew what she was thinking, that she wanted to rip his clothes off there and then.

"About us all going out, you know, your excuse for asking me out for dinner." There it was again, that smile, but this time she held back her emotions, she could manage it sometimes, but when he used it with the eyes and the arms she couldn't control herself.

"Oh yeah, that, er, I was thinking we could all go out, to that Chinese everyone likes, maybe a few drinks after" she said, returning her gaze back to the papers on her desk. Great save Lindsay.

"Sounds good, you asked the others yet." He was still sat with his hands behind his head, watching her, watching her frantically go through her paperwork so she didn't have to look back at him.

"No, the idea just came to me whilst I was doing this. I'm done now anyway so I'll go and find everyone, see what they think". As she said it she was hastily clearing her paperwork and was almost out of the door when she turned back. He was still watching her, his eyes hadn't left her since she first asked him about dinner. She wanted to ask what time he was off, but all she could manage was a smile, but that was enough for him because what she didn't know was that he wasn't the only one with a smile to make another person's heart skip a beat, she did it to him too.



Lindsay left the room, still smiling, still thinking of his trifecta. She almost walked straight into Flack as she left the office. Left in the room alone, Danny couldn't help but watch her as she talked to Flack and then walked down the hall, not even staring at her butt, like he did most of the girls he liked, just watched her. He leaned back in his chair to see more of her, as she stepped just out of sight he leaned his chair back even further. Just then Flack walked into the office and Danny's chair gave in, leaving Danny in a pile on the floor, his legs still hooked over his chair, his head propped up against the filing cabinet behind him.

"What the HELL are you doing Messer?"Flack asked with a smile on his face, tying to contain his laughter, as he shut the door behind him

"What am I doing? What are YOU doing, you scared the crap out of me!" replied Danny as he struggled to his feet, standing his chair back into its usual position and sitting down.

"Well, if you weren't leaning back on your chair checking out Lindsay's ass you wouldn't have fallen off now would you?" Flack said with a sarcastic undertone, still laughing at the position Danny had just been in and sitting in Lindsay's chair.

"Thanks for that, DAD, what did you want anyway?"

"Lindsay just asked if I was free tonight for a CSI night out, just seeing if you were going. But judging by what you were just doing I'll assume that that's ... a yes" Flack replied, that smile still refusing to leave his face.

"Well your assumption is correct, Donald ..." Danny accentuated Flack's name and had to duck to dodge the magazine which was soon hurtling his way "... but your reason is not, how many times do I have to tell you, I don't have a thing for Mon ... Lindsay?" Danny refused to give Flack any ammo by using the nickname he'd refused to stop using since the first time he and Lindsay met. He also told himself on many occasions that the nickname meant nothing; he gave all the new recruits nicknames, even if they usually wore off after a few months, Montana was a good one. It means NOTHING.

"Yeah, Yeah Messer..." Flack said as the two stood up to leave, "...Keep telling yourself that". Flack gave Danny a smirk and patted him on the shoulder as they left, but Danny barely noticed, he was lost in his thoughts.

I'm sure it means nothing

This is my first FanFic so apologies if it's rubbish. Please review/give ideas, I welcome all comments and criticisms!