A/N: I know it's short, but it's been collecting dust (so to say) on my computer for way too long.
Disclaimer: I only own them if you're gullible.
"Danny Messer, how ya doin'?" Those were the first words he said to her. Who would've thought that her smart-ass, Bronx-dwelling colleague would become her husband? Not her. No, she had hated the way he constantly teased and pestered her when she first came to New York. Mostly he gave her a hard time about where she came from. "A Montana girl in the Big Apple?" "What'd ya get kicked outta Bozeman for?" Stuff like that.
The continuous banter between them became familiar after a while though, and she began to warm up to him. Then she saw a softer, more affectionate side of him that he kept hidden beneath his tough, bad boy exterior, and she fell in love with it. And, as fate would have it, he loved her, too.
"Lindsay Monroe." That was how she introduced herself that first day at the zoo. Who would've thought that one day she would be saying "Lindsay Messer"? Though that wasn't the first thought to cross his mind whenever he saw her, he found that it was among them. She was different. She changed him. His teasing had annoyed her at first, he saw that, but then she started teasing too. She wasn't afraid to test limits, and he liked that. She also wasn't afraid to put her life on the line to save someone else. Every time he thought back to that case- the one with the "Holly's", the bank heist- that feeling of anxiety washed over him again. He couldn't stand sitting in that truck listening to what could have been her last words. It was that day that he realized he couldn't live without her, that he didn't want to live without her. He'd fallen in love with her.
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