A/N: Based on my interpretations of the Season 3 spoilers I read. I own nothing – trust me.

"Broadway on Broadway" wasn't the type of event Danny Messer would normally attend but his Mom wanted to go and he grudgingly complied on the condition it would get him off the hook for such obligations for a long time. Standing in Times Square listening to a bunch of show tunes with 50,000 other people on a beautiful Sunday afternoon wasn't his first choice on how to spend his day off. He wore his badge on his belt just for the birth it created when winding through the crowd. As he feared, after about an hour his mother was finding the crowd and the decibel level overwhelming. Danny was looking right and left gauging the best way through the crowd while guiding his Mom over to the food vendors lined up in front of the Marriot Marquis. In one visual sweep, out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of what seemed to be a familiar wavy brown head of hair. He was now craning his neck to try to see around the crowd to confirm it was Monroe. Once he and his mother safely reached the curb and took their place in the seemingly endless line of people queuing to spend $5 on a small lemonade, he turned to see if he could get a better look. No doubt, there slightly North of him, facing the stage, herself radiating in the Indian Summer sunlight, was Lindsay Monroe. He knew calling to her would be pointless in the din of the event, and things had been tense between them since he had tried to confront her on the chemistry between them.

He had been there for her after an undercover operation went bad. The event itself had highlighted to him how much he felt for her. It set him on edge. It had been more frustrating that she appeared to be pulling away each time he tried to raise the issue. He had had enough. They were adults, and it was about time she stopped running. The conversation hadn't gone how he had planned. He hadn't planned on snapping at her practically demanding that she open up to him, or at least share why she kept her distance from him. She had only looked at him seriously and resignedly in the eye and in almost a whisper said "I'm not free to. There's more than your feelings at stake." And she left. She offered nothing more in the way of an explanation. He had felt rejected and shut out. He was tired of banging his head against the brick walls she built between them.

Now, here, she was looking happy and light outside of work, and he was beginning to wonder if approaching her under circumstances outside of the job would have a different result. He looked to his Mom wondering if he could somehow slip away from her for a bit to speak to Monroe. As he looked back he saw Monroe smiling and waving to someone further up Broadway than himself. He tried to squint into the Noontime sun to see if he could tell who was returning her wave. But there were so many bodies it was fruitless. He decided instead to keep his focus on Monroe. By now there was a man with a child on his shoulders in his line of sight to Lindsay. He leaned left and then right to try to get a better view but all he could see was a portion of her back. After a moment or two he saw her lean forward and two arms encircle her waist. The skills of observation he learned on the job served him well as he could tell they were well-toned masculine arms and he was pretty sure he could make out a wedding ring on the left hand. As the crowd ebbed and flowed Danny could make out only bits and pieces, but the couple was staying in the embrace. Danny could see that she was pressing against the man hugging her, her own profile blocking his but Danny could see he was leaning down a bit, perhaps speaking into her ear to greet her over the crowd and music. Mrs. Messer pulled at Danny's elbow to indicate to him that they were advancing in the lemonade line. He hesitated to move for fear he would lose his angle. He took the step and a half, and was able to see even a bit more of Montana. Danny could see her grin, her delight to be in the arms of the man holding her.

Things were beginning to fall into place for him. Monroe was spoken for and that's why she was ducking any intimacy from him. On top of that the guy was married, it was all a closely-held dirty secret.

Now the man had moved one hand to her hair and he pulled her into kiss. It wasn't protracted or inappropriate in public, but even from his distance Danny could see the passion there. The man's fingers were driving Lindsay closer to him and she had reached up holding him around the neck. Again the back of her own head blocking her lover from Danny's view. Again Danny and his mother advanced in line, moving him another step and a half further from Monroe.

When Danny turned back the man was standing on the opposite side of Monroe so she was between them and the man with the kid on his shoulders was again an obstacle. Danny sighed, the aggravation and frustration that clouded his recent relationship with Monroe rising in his chest.

"Come on." He said too loudly while slamming one hand against his own thigh.

"I know dear, it is a terribly long line isn't it?" His mother replied.

He only looked at his Mom, bit his lip and nodded absently.

Just as Danny thought he would have no choice but to walk over there, the man put his child back on the ground, giving Danny a clear view of Lindsay Monroe standing next to her superior and direct supervisor, Mac Taylor, who's arm remained around her waist indicating a relationship which would be in clear violation of at least one department policy.

A/N: This might be a one shot, although I do have a sequel in mind.