A/N: Hey! Me again, back with another two-shot. And before you start, let me explain. I know I am supposed to be working on High School Daze… and my other new story (as yet untitled) but my muse and my plot monkeys have teamed up against me yet again.

This story popped into my head a few days ago and I just haven't been able to shake it. Every time I try to write something else, it just keeps coming back to this. *Sigh* It's complete and utter fluff. Absolutely ridiculous, and probably crap. But hopefully it will make you smile, maybe even laugh.

This is set a few months after Snow Day… let's say early Season 4, shall we?

Summary: In every relationship, both halves of a couple must choose a side. What happens when Danny and Lindsay both choose the same side?

Disclaimer: I have said it before and I will say it again… if I owned these characters, CSI NY would be a very different show… probably on HBO or some other channel that allows lots of nudity. Because really? Danny and Lindsay in clothes = a waste of fabric.

Rating: M

Note: Sorry to be Captain Obvious again here, but just in case... Italic text indicates a flash back.

Lindsay felt the mattress shift beside her as Danny got up out of bed. She cracked open one eye and peered blearily at the clock on his bedside table as she listened to him in the bathroom. It was 3 am. Heaving an exhausted sigh, she rolled over onto his side of the bed, burying her face in his pillow and inhaling the delicious scent that was the essence of him. Traces of him - his aftershave, his shampoo, his cologne - tickled her olfactory senses and she couldn't help but smile.

After only a few months together, she already hated sleeping without him. She missed his comforting presence and the knowledge that, should she need him in the middle of the night, she could simply roll over and he would be right there to comfort her. On the nights that work kept him from coming home to her, she would nestle into his side of the bed, letting the scent of him ease the worst of the loneliness that overtook her when she had to sleep alone.

She smiled to herself as she remembered the first time the subject of "sides" had come up. During the first few weeks of their relationship, they were simply too consumed with their lust for one another to give the matter a moment's thought. Basically, they slept wherever they happened to end up after a rousing night of lovemaking. That had all changed about a month into their relationship. That night, they had returned to Danny's apartment after a long and exhausting shift, both too tired for anything more than a quick take-out dinner before heading to bed. After undressing, there had been an awkward moment when they both realized they had been about to claim the same side of the bed.

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"What are you doing?"

"Um… is this a trick question?" she asked, cocking her eyebrow at him as she bent to lift the covers on the left-hand side of his bed. "Because if it is, can it wait until morning? I'm just too tired, Danny."

"Uh, no. Not a trick question," he said, walking over to her and gently prying the covers from her hand. "Just wondering what you think you're doing. That's my side of the bed."

"What? Says who?" she asked indignantly, her hands on her hips.

"Says me," he replied, pointing at himself. "Montana, this is my bed, and I've always slept on that side."

"Yeah, well… in my bed, I always sleep on this side," she said. "And, seeing as I'm your guest…" she let her voice trail off as she gestured to the bed.

"Oh please," he scoffed, rolling his eyes at her. "Don't give me that crap. My place, my rules."

"Gimme a break," she said, moving to grab the covers yet again. He stepped in front of her, shaking his head.

"Seriously, Lindsay. I said no. This is where I sleep."

"Danny, you're not being fair!" she said, scowling at him. "I can't sleep on the other side!"

"Yeah, well tough. Because neither can I."

"Danny!" she whined, stomping her foot on the floor for emphasis. "Why is this such a big deal for you? Can't you just please let me sleep here?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I already told you – it's my bed. And I always sleep right there on that side."

They stood facing one another, the tension in the room nearly palpable, their arms crossed over their chests just waiting for the other to relinquish control and give up.

"Well I don't care where you normally sleep," Lindsay said, finally breaking the silence. "I'm sleeping right here and if you don't like it you can sleep on the couch." With that, she dove onto the bed, quickly rolling herself up in the blankets with her back facing him.

"Excuse me?" She could hear the annoyance – verging on anger – in his voice. "Um, sorry to disappoint you sweetheart, but as my guest you should be a little more gracious that I'm letting you sleep in my bed at all." She snorted in disgust at his sarcasm, pulling the blankets tighter around her shoulders. "Fine. You wanna be like that… then two can play at this game."

Lindsay let out a shriek of protest as Danny picked her up, blankets and all, and dumped her unceremoniously on the other side of the bed.

Oh, she was furious. Who the hell did he think he was? She grunted with frustration as she clumsily attempted to free herself from the tangle of blankets. Apparently, she had rolled herself too tight, and now found herself in the unenviable position of having to ask for help.

She managed to move her head, peering over the edge of the covers at Danny who was sitting on 'his' side of the bed, a smirk of immense satisfaction plastered on his face as he watched her struggle.

"Are you just going to sit there or are you going to help me?"

"I don't know," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm pretty tired, and you look like you're doing just fine on your own."

"Oh, you are such an asshole," she seethed as she redoubled her efforts to free herself. "I hope you freeze your ass off, Messer." She heard Danny chuckling and she glared at him. "You are gonna pay so bad for this."

"Looking forward to it," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. He leaned down, grabbing the small throw blanket from the foot of the bed and wrapping it around his shoulders as he rolled over onto his side, facing away from her. "Night."

She stopped struggling and gaped at him. Was he really just going to leave her like this? Not only was she extremely uncomfortable, but it was getting really warm in her tight little cocoon and she could feel beads of perspiration forming on her forehead. Deciding that she had only one option left, she swallowed her pride.

"Danny?"

"Shh... Sleeping."

"Danny… I'm stuck."

He snorted and she felt her anger begin to rise inside of her once again as she watched his shoulders shudder with laughter.

"Danny, it's not funny!" she protested. "I'm really stuck!"

Still laughing, he rolled over onto his back, his features instantly softening as he saw the look of distress on her face.

"Oh, baby," he said, reaching out and wiping the trace of sweat from her forehead. "You okay?"

"No, I'm not!" she wailed. "It's really hot in here, and I can't… mmph... move."

She heaved a sigh of relief when he sat up and inched his way closer to her, tugging on the blankets that imprisoned her. But her relief was short lived. He paused, a corner of the blanket clutched in his hand as he gave her a devious smile.

"So, after I unwrap you… what happens then?" he asked. She stared up at him, her brow instantly furrowing in anger.

"Danny! If you think that after all this that I'm going to have sex with you…"

He cut her off with a soft kiss to her lips.

"Linds?"

"What?" she snapped.

"Breathe, baby," he said, stroking her face. "Just listen to me for a sec, okay?"

"You're not really giving me much of a choice here, are you?" she huffed. Seeing the soft, pleading look on his face, she grudgingly acquiesced. "Fine. What?"

"I was just wondering what we're going to do about this… complication we seem to have stumbled into," he said, slowly beginning to loosen the blankets from her.

"I don't know," she admitted.

"Hmm… that's a shame," he murmured. She felt the blankets shift and she could finally move her legs. "Because I really like sleeping on my side of the bed." He leaned closer so that his face was mere inches from hers and she could see that his eyes had darkened to a deep cerulean blue.

"Danny…"

He silenced her again with a gentle kiss to the corner of her lips. "But I also really, really like sleeping with you." He tugged on the blankets and she realized that her arms were finally free, but she still didn't move. She was hypnotized by his eyes, the way his voice was like velvet to her ears, the way his hand had slipped under the now-loosened blanket and was gently rubbing her back. "So, I have a proposition for you."

It was a moment before Lindsay realized that he was waiting for a response from her and she swallowed, licking her lips as she attempted to form a cohesive sentence.

"I'm listening."

"I was thinking," he said, his lips seeking out the sensitive spot behind her ear, "that when we're here…" kiss "…we can sleep like this…" kiss "…me on my side…" kiss "…you on yours…"

"But, Danny…"

"Not done yet, Montana," he said, lifting his head to give her a look that told her she just needed to be quiet and let him finish.

"Sorry."

"No problem," he said. "Now, where was I?"

"Right here," she said, pointing at her collarbone, blushing slightly at the smirk that spread across his face.

"Hmm," he sighed, lowering his head to brush his lips against the spot she'd indicated in a teasingly delicate kiss. "As I was saying before I was interrupted…" Lindsay let out a whimper as she felt his teeth nipping at her skin. "When we're here, we sleep just like this… minus the whole butterfly effect you've got going on," he said, continuing to caress her neck and shoulder with his lips, his hands massaging her back, drawing her closer to him. "And when we're at your place, you can have your side and I'll take the guest side. Sound good?"

"Mmm… sure. Whatever you say." Who was she kidding? She would have agreed to sleep in the bathtub at that particular moment if he'd suggested it. She hated to admit it, even to herself, but the things his hands and mouth were doing to her left her completely and utterly at his mercy. She closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh.

"Good," he murmured against her skin.

And then he was gone. And so were the blankets.

"Hey!" Her eyes flew open just in time to see Danny rolling onto his side, snuggling down into his newly acquired comforter.

"What?" he asked innocently. "You got what you wanted. You're free. And you said no sex tonight, so… goodnight."

"Danny!"

Chuckling, he rolled over to face her, his eyes dancing with mirth. She stuck out her lower lip and batted her eyelashes at him, causing him to smile and shake his head at her.

"There's just no pleasing you, is there?" he asked. He inched closer to her and lifted the blankets, issuing a silent invitation for her to join him. She closed the distance between them and nestled herself against his chest. She let out a sigh as he ran his fingers through her hair before letting his hand come to rest on her lower back. "Better?"

"Much," she said, looking up at him and giving him a tired smile. She pressed a kiss to his chin then nuzzled her cheek against his chest, listening to his heart beating rhythmically beneath his ribs. Too tired for anything more, they drifted off to sleep, tangled together in the middle of the bed.

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Lindsay chuckled to herself at the memory. Danny had confided in her the next morning that after having the same bed for years, he had carved out a nice little dent for himself in the mattress that was extremely comfy. So now, months later, they still adhered to the rules they had agreed upon concerning whose side of the bed was whose. And tonight, at his place, she found herself daring to break those rules.

She pulled the covers up over herself, feeling a delicious tingling in the pit of her stomach as she sprawled out on Danny's side of the bed… waiting.

By way of an explanation... I was just talking to some friends the other day and one of them mentioned that she and her new boyfriend got into an argument about who got which side of the bed. And out of nowhere... Boom! The idea wiggled its way into my head and refused to leave until I wrote it down.

So, now that I've gotten that out of the way, I'll just go back to my other… wait. What was that? You want to find out what happens when Danny comes back to bed, only to find Lindsay has taken over his precious spot?

Jeez. I don't know. Kind of a tall order. I'll have to think about it.

*thinks*

Kidding, kidding. I did say it was a two-shot, right? So Part 2 is being fine-tuned. I'm hoping to have it up and ready for your reading pleasure on Monday. Until then, happy reading!

Oh, and as always, reviews are most welcome. You know I love hearing from you guys!