The lab was slow today. Danny was stuck in it. Mac, Stella, Hawkes, and Flack were out on a case. It was just him and Montana today. In trace, he quickly glanced at Lindsay who was checking out a substance under the microscope. Her hair tucked gently behind her ear. She looked up. Her eyebrows scrunched. She looked to Danny, who was smiling. She blushed and quickly looked back down into the microscope.
Danny looked through the window, into the rest of the lab; it was empty. Lunch break, he remembered. He walked over to Lindsay, and stood up against her, hoping for a peek—into the microscope of course. She turned her head to look at him, and when their eyes met, everything froze. Their lips met an instant later as Danny began to take Lindsay's lab coat off—just as Lindsay was doing to his.
They went down to the hall and found the nearest broom closet, and threw themselves in it. Danny slammed Lindsay against the wall as the pleasure began to fill both of their bodies and minds. They didn't know how long they were in that closet, but when they stopped, they gasped for air like they were two fish out of water. Lindsay smiled at Danny, flipped her hair and walked out the door. Danny went to follow, but as the door opened, there was darkness.
Danny, lying in his bed, got up and walked over to his mirror. He looked into and said, "I've gotta make Montana mine."
--End.
