Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. If you recognize them, they're not mine. They all beong to CBS and Jerry Bruckheimer. All song lyrics belong to The Moody Blues, they're not mine either.

Spoilers: I'd recommend knowing up to the current espisodes, makes it much easier to keep everyone happy.

A/N: Okay, this is my first multi-chap fic, so let me know how you like it. Second chapter will be up soon.

Cold hearted orb that rules the night,
Removes the colors from our sight,
Red is gray and yellow white,
But we decide which is right.
And which is an illusion?
Pinprick holes in a colorless sky,
Let insipid figures of light pass by,
The mighty light of ten thousand suns,
Challenges infinity and is soon gone.
Night time, to some a brief interlude,
To others the fear of solitude.
Brave Helios wake up your steeds,
Bring the warmth the countryside needs.

Danny woke with a start. The turbulence from the flight had startled him. He wasn't used to flying. He glanced to his right and calmed down. There she was. Sound asleep, head resting on his shoulder, her hand entwined with his. He relaxed a bit. She was safe. He looked at her again and noticed a small smile playing across her lips. She was happy too. Joy swelled inside of him as he realized that he had gone after her. That she was ready for him; that they could be happy together. His hand squeezed hers tightly as he drifted back into sleep. He whispered four words. I love you Lindsay. And then he was gone.

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American Airlines Flight 236 from Bozeman, Montana has now arrived at Gate 7.

Stella heard the announcement and wandered in that direction. She had time; Lindsay would have to retrieve her luggage before she could find her way out into the vast crowd that was mulling about the airport. She was glad that the two CSI's were coming back. It had been five weeks since Lindsay had left for Montana. Now she was coming home, escorted by her very own knight in shining armor.

Stella sighed. After Lindsay had left, Danny had been noticeably different. He was working constantly, and hardly ever sleeping. She supposed he was trying to keep his mind off of Lindsay's absence. Then the phone call. He had tried not to seem too worried about Lindsay after Stella had talked to him, told him that Lindsay had called. But it hadn't worked. Danny was worried sick about her, willing to hop on a plane and fly out to Bozeman without a backwards glance. And he had gotten what he wanted - a happy Lindsay, safe and sound. And he was bringing her home.

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"Hey Stella!"

"Danny! Lindsay! Oh, how are you? How did the trial go? Are you two okay? How was your trip? Was the plane ride okay? When are you coming back to work?" Stella finally stopped to take a breath as she realized Danny was holding Lindsay's hand tightly with his left hand, and pulling her suitcase along with his right.

"Nice to see you too Stella! Although next time, give us a chance to answer the question before you ask another. Now to summarize, I'm fine, trial was good, he was convicted, Danny's fine, plane ride was smooth, and we're both coming back to work Monday." Lindsay spouted off quickly.

Stella smiled sheepishly. "Sorry about that, I haven't seen you in so long!" She stepped forward and grabbed Lindsay in a bone-crushing hug. "It's just good to see you again. I'm glad you're doing okay, everyone's missed you."

"Well, I missed everyone back at the lab too." Lindsay said, massaging her ribs where Stella had grabbed her.

"The SUV is in the parking lot outside. Come on, I'll drive the two of you home."

Home, Danny thought. Home, sweet home.

Home, Lindsay thought. She looked over to Danny. I've already found it.