AN: Oneshot in the One Up Series.
Summary: Danny surprises Lindsay in Central Park.
Disclaimer: Characters aren't mine. I just enjoy putting them into awkward situations.
In Central Park
She stopped on the pathway of Central Park, kneeling to tie her Nike. She stood, bringing the back of her hand across her forehead, which had just started to moisten with sweat. Lindsay had been running for almost two miles, and still had three to go before completing her workout.
Having stopped, though, Lindsay glanced about her surroundings, adjusting her iPod. Through the park, she could see others enjoying the day: a family having a picnic, guys playing some football, and other joggers.
Lindsay made her way to a vacant bench and began to stretch her aching legs. She'd been pushing herself pretty hard to try to forget all the horrific scenes from work. Lifting her right leg to the back of the bench, she leaned down to touch her foot stretching her hamstring.
Danny didn't usually jog in Central Park. This week, however, he needed a change of scenery. This week's cases had really gotten to him. He picked up the pace, sprinting past the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and turning into the Park on 79th. He pushed until his lungs were about to burst, his leg muscles burning, until he couldn't push it anymore. He slowed to a trot and glanced around, spotting a woman stretching. Oh yeah. THAT'S why I run. Wait. She looks vaguely familiar. It looks like… No. It can't be. Montana. Damn, she really ought to wear those shorts to work.
Slowing to a walk, he approached cautiously. He stepped up behind her, moving his hand to her waist. His fingers found her iPod, pausing the current song. This action caused a flurry of activity.
Lindsay's right elbow jerked back, into his ribs. Danny buckled forward, and Lindsay brought her leg off of the bench. In another attempt to disarm who she thought was an attacker, she swung her right arm around to hit him, but he anticipated this, and caught it.
She did not look at his face, instead, dropped to a squat and kicked her leg around behind his ankles, slamming Danny to the ground on his back. She lunged forward, with the intent of slamming her knee into his chest to disable him, but he caught it, and instead, brought her knee down on the other side of him.
Only then did she notice who the 'attacker' was, and she relaxed, sitting on his stomach. She breathed a sigh of relief, and dropped her hands to the grass above Danny's shoulders.
"Montana," Danny's voice betrayed his amusement. "At least I know you can take care of yourself." She met his twinkling eyes, and only then did she realize their situation. She was straddling him in the middle of Central Park. He had gripped her by the waist as she settled on his stomach, his forearms resting along her bare thighs, with his thumbs pressured on her hipbones, and fingers splayed across the softness of her hips.
The tension in the air was noticeable, and Lindsay responded in the only way she felt comfortable. She smacked him on the chest. Hard. Five times.
"Danny! You son-of-a-bitch! You scared the living shit out of me!"
Danny took the abuse very well. After all, Lindsay was still perched on top of him.
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