Summary: Danny misses something he left in Montana, and it definitely isn't the wheat fields
Disclaimer: Trust me I don't own anything, if I did Jessica would never have died and Stella and Mac would have gotten together ages ago!
A/N: This just came to me the other night and would not leave me alone until I wrote it down. This is my first ever fanfic so I apologize if it sucks. Also constructive criticism is more than welcome, I really want to improve.
He had had to leave her in Montana, she was staying another week with her folks and, technically, he had only gotten one day off work. Mac had called him the night after the trial, demanding to know where the hell he was, Danny had calmly explained that he had gone to Montana to see Lindsay. Mac had shut up pretty quickly after that, then told him to stay another day in Montana but to then get his butt back to New York. So that's where he was, sitting in his empty apartment contemplating whether he should call her or not. He missed her so much, just as much, if not more, as before he went to Montana. Of course it was eased slightly by the fact that he knew she was happy now, not much, but at least it made it bearable. He had not realised until the night after the trial how much he had missed her laugh, as he sat in the small kitchen of the Monroe house, listening to her laugh with her father, she had a beautiful laugh and it had been absent for too long. Suddenly desperate to hear her laugh again, he pulled his phone out of his pocket, flipped it open and punched in the number he now knew by heart, waiting impatiently for her to pick up. After the third ring her tired voice answered the phone, "Hello?"
He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as though a great weight had been lifted from his chest, "Montana, how's it goin' in the wheat fields?" he asked her, feeling slightly guilty for having obviously woken her up, he hadn't even thought about the time.
"Funny Messer," he loved the way she said his name, all slow and sexy, "what ya doin' callin' me at this time? It's late."
"Ya I know, sorry I just got off my shift and I was missin' ya," he confessed sheepishly down the phone.
"Oh, Danny, I miss you too, you have no idea how boring it is out here now that I don't have the trial to worry about and I don't have you to keep me entertained."
"But you're still okay, right?" he breathed, desperate to know that she was still happy and whole.
"Ya, I'm happy, for the first time in a long time I feel free," she said the words carefully, as though she thought that if she said them too loudly she might lose this new found sense of well being.
"And you've worked out those things that you thought you had put behind you?" he questioned, holding his breath as he waited for her answer.
"Ya, I suppose I have," she breathed.
"So, does that mean that you don't need to be by yourself anymore, and you'd be willing to have a few drinks, some laughs?" he said all this very fast and was certain that she wouldn't have caught it all.
"Yes, I suppose it does," she chuckled, sounding happier by the second.
"Well then Miss Monroe," he said, his confidence returning to him suddenly, "I do believe you owe me a date."
"Why Mr Messer, I believe I do."
A/N: So what do you think? Let me know