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Sometimes Danny Messer really hated his job. This was definitely one of those times. With all these half naked men prancing around.

A male underwear model had been found strangled to death on one of the 'sets'.

But as they say, the show must go on, so the CSI's had to work amongst half-naked very well cut men, who were giving both Lindsay and Danny very appreciative looks.

"Hey Monroe, nice change of scenery, eh?" Det. Angell asked as she gestured towards the models.

Lindsay looked up at her and shrugged, "I've got my own underwear model at home," she began then looked in Danny's direction and winked at him as he grinned slyly at her. "But mine looks a lot better than these guys. And is 100 real."

"Really?" Angell questioned, her interest peaked. "Anybody I know?"

Lindsay just shrugged her shoulders, smirked and turned her attention back to her work.

"You know anything about this mystery man, Messer?"

"I've met him a few times, he's alright I guess, if you go for that sort of thing," he replied as nonchalantly as possible. "I wouldn't want my sister to date 'em, but..."

Lindsay shot him what looked like a warning glance, but quickly turned into a sly smile.

Angell was always a little slow on the uptake, and if she hadn't picked up any vibes from them in the last year she had worked with them ….

"You jealous, Messer?" Angell inquired, cocking her eyebrow at him.

Danny almost burst into laughter, "Nah. Remember last week's bathing suit crime scene?"

"Yeah, what about it?" Angell asked.

"My girl is my own personal swimsuit model, only my model is 100 real too," Danny says giving Lindsay a knowing look, who was packing her kit up.

Danny stood up and packed his kit and stood up, "You ready to roll Montana?"

"Your guy doesn't get upset with Messer calling you 'Montana'?" Angell asked Lindsay.

"Nah, he's got his own nickname for me," she smirked at Angell. "Let's go, Messer," she said and followed him to the truck.

Once inside, and out of view of prying eyes, "So I'm your underwear model, huh?" he said licking his lips as he leaned closer to her across the console.

"Mm-hmm, but much better," she replied leaning into him.

"Better, huh?" his eyes flicked to her soft pouty lips.

"See I'm pretty sure some of those guys have some 'help' in those areas, but you are definitely all real," she said licking her lips now.

The corner of his mouth turned into a smirk, "I'm glad you approve."

"I'm pretty sure if Jess, knew what you looked like underneath all this," she gestured towards his clothing, "she would approve too."

"I'm quite happy with my country girl swimsuit model, thank you very much," he smiled.

"She is too," she closed the distance between them kissing his lips softly.

They jumped when they heard a tapping on the window. They looked up to see a shocked Angell looking in at them.

They both blushed slightly as Danny rolled the window down.

"Hey Angell," Danny began, "We were just uh…"

"Don't worry about, I didn't see anything, I won't tell your boyfriend or girlfriend anything, it's not like I'll ever meet them."

"Actually Montana and I…" Danny began again but was cut off by Lindsay.

"Thanks Jess," Lindsay said, "sometimes we just get lonely on the job and we comfort each other."

"Oh I totally understand," Angell said, "we'll I better see what I can dig up about this guy."

They watched her leave and Danny turned and looked at Lindsay.

"What did you do that for?"

"Shut up and kiss me before my boyfriend finds out," Lindsay said grabbing him by his shirt and kissing him.