Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever, own CSI:NY and the associated characters. I jsut enjoy the show and characters. :)
Just a little one-shot that's been bouncing around a few days. Had to get it out so I could focus on my other stories. Hope you enjoy.
Lindsay Monroe hated Danny Messer.
She hated the way he drove her car the least. Lindsay loved her car, loved taking it on an open road and opening that baby up, V6 engine roaring as she pressed the gas pedal to the floor. Danny loved that, too. But he was much more aggressive about driving than she was, many times by the time their ride was done Lindsay's hand was achy from gripping the door so tight. But he always got them to their destination in one piece, and faster than she ever would.
She hated the way he knew how she felt and what she was thinking with just one look. He had those amazing blue eyes, they could look right through her flesh and bone to read her mind, and her heart. She never understood how he was able to do that, but welcomed his ability to do it. Made things so much easier when she wasn't in the mood to talk.
She hated the way he knew just what to say or do to soothe her. How he knew that chocolate ice cream with chocolate syrup and whipped cream was her cure all for bad moods was beyond her, but sure enough he was there, waiting with a heaping bowl in hand, when she finished up a tough case, his trademark grin in place as she gratefully accepted the dish he held out for her.
She hated the way he made her feel safe. By no means was she the tiniest person around, nor was she of supermodel stature. Danny's solid frame loomed over her, and she never worried of harm happening to her with him near. And those arms, she could lie in those arms forever, running her hands over the well-toned muscles hours on end and still not have her fill of them.
She hated the way that, with one touch, he could ignite her passion the most. She could be madder than a wet hen, but with one touch he had her craving him with every fiber of her body, her anger a mere memory. Oh yes, many times that talent of his had gotten him out of deep, deep trouble. But somehow she never was able to retrieve that level of anger, no matter how hard she tried, when they returned to the subject.
Yes sir, Lindsay Monroe hated Danny Messer so much that she was head over heels in love with him.