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It was 6 o'clock in the morning, and very chilly out. The sun was just rising over the city skyline, and fortunately the two youngest CSI's had a front row seat to the gorgeous event.

Unfortunately, there was nothing romantic about it at all. They weren't waking up to watch the event. It wasn't going to be the last thing they saw before they went to bed after a nice long 18 hour shift.

They were on top of a Manhattan rooftop, which had been converted into an outside studio for a high fashion swimsuit shoot. A swimsuit model had been found dead in her tent dressing room.

Tall amazon-esque models wearing nothing but floss and cloth pranced around, looking like popsicles.

"Why can't I look that good at 6am?" Lindsay wondered out loud, trying to warm up her hand and take pictures at the same time.

"Trust me Montana," he said, before coming up behind her and whispering softly her ear, "YOU look better than that."

She blushed ferociously. Her and Danny's relationship wasn't common knowledge to everybody, unless you knew them well. They flirted like normal but nothing overtly sexual, or over the top.

"Especially this mornin', your hair all sex tosseled, your lips swollen from me kissin' you, your skin glowin' from your orgasms," he continued breathing huskily into her ear.

Her breathing had become ragged and her heart started thumping hard in her chest. She licked her lips and tried swallowing to make the sudden dryness in her throat go away.

"You know why I think you look better?" he asked softly.

She gently shook her head 'no'.

"Cause I made you look like that, and I'm gonna keep on makin' you look like that for as long as ya let me," he finished, then casually walked away.

Then she blinked her eyes a few times remembering where she was. Damn him.

"Dammit Messer, now you made me forget what I was doing!" she yelled after him.

He just turned around, and smirked his cocky ass smirk at her.

Damn him!

A/N: Thanks daytimedrama!