A/N: My first fanfic for CSI:NY, first time publishing. Read it, don't read it, love it, hate it, whatever—just review, please. :P
Pairing: D/L
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to CBS. I don't own these characters. If I did Pam Veasey would be queen of the world and we would have D/L every week.
"Damn it."
Lindsay threw the vic's cell phone on the layout table and stormed out of the processing room.
I need to get out of here. I need to clear my head. She stalked down the hallway. Everyone in her line of fire jumped out of the way, not wanting to know what had her seriously pissed. Everyone, that is, except the person stupid enough to try to stop her.
"Whoa, Montana, where's the fire?"
"Get out of my way, Danny."
He sidestepped to block her. "Alls I wanna know is what's got you so pissed."
Stupid move number two, Lindsay thought. "It's nothing, okay?" She dodged past him.
"Okay." Danny easily caught up to her, his long strides almost out-pacing her short, furious steps.
Why does he have to be so tall? "Go away, Danny."
"Hey, I'm just tryin' to be a friend, is all. I'm here if you need to vent, okay?"
"I don't need a friend. I need space, I need—ugh, I don't know what I need!"
"Lindsay…" Danny grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him.
She struggled against his embrace, tried to push away. But Danny was stronger than she was and succeeded in pulling her into his arms. She felt all her energy drain and she slumped against him.
"Why you gotta be so damn stubborn, Montana?" he said softly into her hair.
Lindsay stifled a sob and buried her head in his shoulder. She clutched his shirt. As much as she wanted to open up to him, she wasn't ready. I wish I could tell you, Danny. I really do. But I can't. Not yet.
Danny rested his head on Lindsay's. Not for the first time he realized just how perfectly she fit in his arms. But she still wouldn't open up to him.
He knew better than to push her. All he could do was comfort her when she reached her breaking point.