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Messin' With Montana
Chapter 1: Monday Morning
Beep! Beep! Beep! Danny Messer groaned loudly and roller over, slapping wildly at his bedside table, hoping
to destroy the hateful clock that had violated his REM cycle.
He'd only gone to sleep 4 hours ago. The team had been called to a scene the night before and after
processing, he and Hawkes had stopped for a couple of beers. They'd invited Lindsay along, but she'd declined
and he'd dropped her off.
The thought of the young woman set his mind off and running. Not that thinking about the goody two shoes
from Montana was a new thing.
His feet made no sound as he padded to the bathroom, his mind still turning the concept of Lindsay over in his
mind.
Historically speaking, women like Lindsay Monroe didn't fall for guys like Danny Messer. They came from 2
different worlds. She was the perfect, faultless girl from Montana and he was the screwed up boy from the bad
streets of Staten Island. Girls like her barely ever looked his way.
At his last thought, Danny lifted his head from rinsing the toothpaste out of his mouth and met his eyes in the
mirror. He couldn't help but feel that his perception of her was a bit off, like it didn't entirely fit.
"Forget it. Not like she'd ever be interested in you anyways. Besides you have a girlfriend, one much better
suited to you than Lindsay Monroe." He reminded himself as he stared at his reflection in the mirror.
So, why exactly did his thoughts constantly turn to the unsuitable brunette from Montana when he had a leggy
blonde from the old neighborhood a phone call away?
Hawkes words from the night before washed over him. "Because you want what you think you can't have.
Dan, you aren't in the old neighborhood anymore. You always talk about wanting to get as far away as possible,
yet you date a girl from there and you hide behind it whenever life gets tough. Lindsay doesn't care about your
past Danny. She cares about you." Danny had brushed the conversation off, changing subjects. The wise ME
knew when to take a hint and knew that Danny would come around when he was ready, but not a minute
sooner.
Danny sighed loudly and hunted through his closet. He considered himself to be a decent dresser, though he
didn't put as much concern into his work attire, being that it was only work. But lately, he'd had the urge to
dedicate a bit more time on his wardrobe. He decided on his normal jeans, opting for a blue button down and
black jacket over it. He knew why he did it, but he figured as long as he kept his reason quiet, then no one else
would know, or at least that's what he told himself.
With one last glance in the mirror, he grabbed his keys and headed to the garage and off to work. Traffic was
with him this morning and he got to work 20 minutes before his shift started. He liked being early, it gave him
time to collect his thoughts and get in the right frame of mind. He parked his truck and strode through the lobby,
catching the elevator just as the doors were about to close. Another Monday….
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Lindsay Monroe surveyed her closet with a critical eye. She'd gotten up much earlier than normal, over an
hour early in fact.
She'd slept poorly the previous night. She'd been called to a scene yesterday evening and processing wasn't
over until 10:30 pm. Danny had asked her if she wanted to get a beer, but she'd been exhausted and instead,
he'd taken her home.
FLASHBACK
Lindsay blew a strew piece of hair off her face as she loaded the last piece of equipment into the lab truck.
Mac came around the back. "Head out Lindsay. Stella and I will take it back. You and Danny can start
processing tomorrow." He told her. She nodded mutely. She was exhausted.
She watched as the truck pulled away. She moved to grab her jacket from the post it was on but another hand
grabbed it before she did. "You look beat Montana." Danny. She turned to look up into the blue eyes of the
coat thief. He held her coat open as she pulled it on.
"You sure know how to make a girl feel special." She muttered.
"Aw, well Montana, you don't need me to tell you that you're special. You know you are." He told her softly.
His hand was on the back of her neck, his fingers tangled in her hair. She wasn't sure if it was his kind words or
if it was his hand, but her heart was slamming against her rib cage and butterflies were waging war in her
stomach.
Before she could form a coherent response, he pushed on. "Wanna grab a beer with me and Hawkes?" he
asked. She contemplated it for a moment. As much as she wanted to go, she was exhausted. Besides, it's not
like he'd even pay attention to her if Hawkes was there.
"Raincheck?" She asked quietly.
He smiled at her. "You got it. In the mean time, I'm taking you home." He told her as his hand slid from her
neck to her back as he told Hawkes he was taking her home and he'd meet him at the bar.
They'd walked to the car in relative silence. He pulled open the passenger door for her, then climbed in and
started to her apartment.
Say something Lindsay! She silently commanded herself. "Thanks for taking me, I could have walked
though." She told him. Nice, way to say something meaningful.
He grinned at her independence. "It's 11 pm. This is New York, not Montana. Girl like you wouldn't last the
15 minute walk to your apartment." He told her. "Besides, what kind of guy would I be if I let you walk home?"
He continued.
She smiled her appreciation and turned her head to the buildings going by outside. He made her incredibly
nervous when they were this close, so she tended to clam up a bit.
"End of the road kiddo." He announced, snapping her out of her trance. She grabbed her purse and coat.
"Thanks Danny." She said, tentatively putting her hand on his arm.
"No problem. Flash me when you get upstairs." He told her.
Her eyes involuntarily popped out of her head as her jaw dropped.
He laughed at her shocked expression. "I mean, flash your lights at me, ya know, turn the lights on and off a
few times." He explained through his laughter.
She turned a bright shade of red. Of course that's what he meant! Way to look like a ditz from the
Midwest! She mentally chided herself.
She smiled, embarrassed. "Ok, I get it, sorry, language barrier." She said, attempting a joke.
He obliged her attempt with a smile. "Lock up when you get in. I'll see you tomorrow." He instructed.
She'd ascended her stairs, a grin plastered on her face. She dutifully unlocked the door and clicked her lights
on and off twice. She strode to the window and watched as he drove away.
END FLASHBACK
She pried her mind away from the previous night's events and focused them on her closet. Normally, she
didn't concern herself too much with what she wore, it hadn't taken her too long to figure out that nice clothes
messy crime scene. It was a law of nature really. But it didn't stop her from wanting to feel pretty. So she passed
over her comfortable khakis and sensible shirts and pulled on a pair of fitted tan pants, a snug fitting white V-
neck t-shirt and a tailored denim blazer over the shirt completed the look. It wasn't too far off what she normally
wore, but she felt a tad bit sexier in it.
A trip to the bathroom and a go around with a hair straightner and makeup completed her look. He probably
won't even notice. Plus this outfit isn't even remotely practical. Her conscious chided her. She pushed the
voice away. "It's not for him." She muttered to herself. Yeah, right.
Lindsay arrived at work with almost 20 minutes to spare. She'd made a habit of being early, it allowed her to
get 'centered' so to speak and gather herself. She stepped off the elevator at her floor and strode towards her
office.
He saw her before she saw him. That's how he liked it. He hated being caught off guard. It was a control
issue. His gaze had drifted to the door and had landed on her slender figure striding towards their office.
Something was different. Not sure what, but whatever it was, he definitely liked it.
She stopped short when she entered their shared office. She'd been surprised to see him, no doubt. Usually,
when he was early he spent the time by himself or pestering Flack.
"You're in early." She commented, trying to keep her voice at a normal octive.
"So are you. How early did you have to get up to look like that?" He asked softly as he passed by her desk
onhis way to their table in the corner, where the coffee was.
She had the audacity to blush, like she'd never been complimented before. He cocked an eyebrow at her.
"What? I can't say something? You look different today, that's all. It's a good different. Relax Montana." He
told her as he stirred his coffee.
"Thanks." She managed to choke out.
He smiled to himself as he headed back to his desk. He wouldn't lie, teasing Montana, getting the reactions he
did, it made it worth it. It was all in good, harmless fun, right?
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