Disclaimer : I don't own any of CSI: New York, although I wish I did.
Authors Note : Well this is chapter one I hope you all enjoy! The bold text is a dream. This story doesn't have a title yet but I'm working on it.
Chapter One
Lindsay tossed and turned in her bed willing herself to fall asleep. After the gruelling case she had endured with her co-workers she need the rest. After what felt like hours she finally managed to drift off into what seemed like a peaceful slumber.
There was a knock at her door, which roused her from her wonderful dream. She padded barefoot through her two-bedroom apartment to where the knocking still continued, she looked through the peephole in the centre of the door and let out an annoyed sigh at the culprit who stood on the other side. She opened the door with the grumpiest look she could muster even though she was ecstatic that he was at her front door.
"What do you want?" she asked trying to sound as mad as what her face was also trying to tell him.
Before Lindsay knew what was going on a pair of lips descended onto her own in a soft gentle kiss, not being prepared for that she stumbled slightly back, his arms reached out taking hold of her pulling her back. Lindsay found herself responding to the kiss as it became more passionate.
"Danny," she whispered knowing what was happening was wrong in so many ways; they were friends, co-workers, could they be something more?
"Lindsay," he replied moving closer to her and kissing her neck sending a shiver down her spine.
Lindsay's eye's shot open and she sat bolt upright her cover falling to her waist. Her breathing was heavy but finally she managed to get it under control. Her body was hot and decided to take a cool shower. She stood under the spray and let the cool water calm her. Her dream had been so vivid, that's what scared her the most. Sure she'd always thought Danny was hot but did she really think anything would or could for that matter happen between them.
Lindsay wondered how she would face him at work? She'd been successful since she arrived in New York at the crime lab but she'd never had a dream like that before. Taking a deep breath she stepped out of her shower cubicle and wrapped a large cream coloured towel around herself.
Lindsay walked into her room and looked at her alarm clock sitting on her bedside table, the bright red numbers flashed 5:00 am, only two more hours till she had to be at work.
Putting on her dressing gown deciding she still had quite a bit of time and knowing she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep she headed into the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. As she sat on her couch she picked up the latest novel she had been reading the night before and continued. She kept replaying the dream over and over in her head and couldn't concentrate on the book in her hand. What was wrong with her? It was so out of character.
Lindsay stood up and took her mug into the kitchen, she would wash it up later, she headed into her room and took out a pair of black trousers and a burgundy shirt. She took off her dressing gown and put on her clothes before heading into the bathroom and brushing her teeth and applying a light layer of make-up.
She headed out to her Chevy Avalanche and headed to the crime lab, the whole while thinking about Danny.
Danny sat in the breakroom drinking a cup of coffee, he always managed to arrive on time if a little early, but trains were unpredictable.
Stella entered and poured two more cups of coffee holding one out at arms length as Mac entered, he smiled at her and took the cup from her hand. Lindsay just about made it on time, the traffic had been terrible, she rushed in and sat on one of the chairs.
"Mornin' Montana," Danny greeted smiling and taking another swig of his coffee.
"Uh…morning," she replied a slight blush forming in her cheeks.
"A the moment we only have one case, which Stella and I are working," Mac started, "Danny, Lindsay finish up your reports from yesterday's case and if we need any help we'll give you a call," he finished heading out the door.
Stella smiled at the couple sitting at the table before following their boss.
"So how you doin' this mornin' Montana?" he asked watching her shift uncomfortably.
"I'm ok, why wouldn't I be?" she replied looking at him.
"I'm just making conversation." Danny stood up and washed out his cup leaving it on the draining board, before heading out to get started on the unfinished paperwork.
Lindsay stared at the closed door and tried to push all the thoughts of Danny and her dream out of her head before following him.
They both sat writing their reports; except Lindsay couldn't concentrate she kept looking over at Danny who was concentrating really hard. Her thoughts returned to the kiss in her dream and she wondered if it would be as passionate if she walked over to him right now and kissed him.
"Ok Montana, what gives?" Danny asked snapping her out of her dream world.
"Huh?" she asked still slightly dazed.
"Well you've been stealing glances at me since we started, don't think I didn't notice," he replied looking at her.
"Well…I…um had a strange dream last night and I was just trying to figure out what it meant," she replied, thanking God for her ability to make something up quickly.
"And here I was thinking that after all this time you've finally admitted to yourself that you're attracted to me," he replied smirking at her as her cheeks flushed into a shade of red.
"Yeah in your dreams Messer," Lindsay scoffed.
Danny laughed and continued working on his report. She was right. Ever since Lindsay had transferred to New York and he had told her to call Mac 'sir' she'd been invading his dreams.
Every night would be the same, a nice peaceful dream or a dreamless sleep then suddenly out of nowhere there she was playing a part in whatever his mind had decided to think of.
Since the dreams started he'd been waking up every night, sometimes he managed to go back to sleep but other nights it was much harder. He'd lie in his bed thinking about her, the way she walked, the way she smiled, even her facial expression when he called her 'Montana'. He loved that look and that's what made him call her that even more. While thinking about her he'd often drift back off to sleep only to be woken again by another dream, it was getting serious they were taking on a life of there own and he was paying the price…he was always so tired and grumpy.
To him Lindsay was a drug and once he'd started thinking about her he was hooked and needed her more…but they were friends, it could all go wrong, Danny couldn't bare that, so that's all Lindsay could ever be for him…an addiction.
The shrill of Danny's cell phone pulled them both from their daydreams.
"Messer," he answered as Lindsay looked up at him.
"Ok, ok, calm down," he said picking up his pen and finding an available scrap of paper, "ok, calm down a little more and tell me where you are."
Lindsay kept watching him quickly scribble something down before he stood abruptly and headed for the door saying a quick goodbye to the person on the phone placing the handset in his pocket.
"Where are you going?" Lindsay asked concerned for her friend.
"Just cover for me Linds," he said walking out the door.
Lindsay sat completely shocked he had called her 'Linds' and not 'Montana' something must be really wrong.
Lindsay headed to the breakroom praying she wouldn't see Mac, wat was she going to say – "Sorry Mac, I don't know where he is he got a mysterious phone call and ran out the building," she didn't think so. What she needed now was a nice cup of coffee. She waited patiently for the pot to fill and then poured the brew into one of the cups, she headed for the comfy sofa and plopped in the seat. What was she going to do about her growing feelings for Danny?
Danny rushed like a mad man across the city. He got to the correct area on his scrap piece of paper and headed towards and old abandoned house, he opened the door slowly ready to reach for his gun if necessary.
"Ally! Bella!" he called praying they were both safe, "Ally! Bella!"
"Unca Danny," Bella said quietly from behind.
Danny spun round and came face to face (sort of) with his two-year-old niece.
"Bella," he said picking her up and hugging her tight, "where's mummy?"
Bella shrugged her shoulders, "somewhere." Bella hugged Danny tighter never wanting to let him go.
"Ally, are you here?" Danny asked shifting Bella into his left arm leaving the right one to be able to reach for his gun.
A young woman with shoulder length blonde hair stepped out from behind a rotting sofa.
"Come here," Danny beckoned holding out his right arm.
The young woman walked straight into his embrace and buried her face into his shoulder.
"Ally, are you ok?" Danny asked trying to lift his sister's head off his shoulder without any hands, "Ally look at me."
Ally lifted her head and looked at her big brother. She had a huge bruise forming around her right eye, a small amount of blood dripping from her nose, which was now on the shoulder of Danny's shirt, and a swollen lip.
"Shit Ally, what the hell happened?" Danny asked.
"Oh…you said 'S' word Unca Danny," Bella said placing her right hand over her mouth and looking at him from her position on his hip.
"Sorry sweetie it's just Uncle Danny's a bit surprised to see mummy like this," he replied smiling at the young girl.
Bella seemed happy with his answer and decided that she'd had enough for the day; she sucked her thumb on her right hand and rested her head on her Uncle's shoulder closing her eyes.
"We need to get you to a hospital," Danny said taking hold of his sister's chin in his right hand to get a closer look.
"Danny I'm fine I don't need to go to a hospital," she pleaded, "can you just take us back to your place, I feel safe there…please," she begged.
Danny nodded, "come on," he took hold of his sister's hand, "I guess I'm carrying this dead weight then," he joked.
Ally smiled as they left the old rotting house and headed to Danny's apartment at least she'd be safe for a little while.
Lindsay sat on the breakroom sofa her breathing even as she slept peacefully, this was not like her but in all fairness she hadn't got much sleep the night before.
Lindsay found herself being woken up, she was lying down in the backseat of her car and it was moving through the busy streets of New York.
"Danny Messer!" she shouted causing him to jump slightly, "what do you think you're doing?"
"Relax babe I'm taking you home you crashed in the breakroom," he replied looking in his rear view mirror.
"Oh no," she moaned, "what did Mac say?"
"He said I should take you home and that it was perfectly understandable for you to want to be sleeping."
"What did he mean by that?" she asked annoyed.
"You know Lindsay, the baby, what did you do when you fell asleep bang your head and forget who you are?" he said confused.
"Huh? Baby? Whose baby?" she said more confused, was this another dream?
"Lindsay, you're six month pregnant with our first child, we got married a year ago," he replied, Danny wished at that moment he wasn't driving and that he had a camera the look on Lindsay's face would have made a great picture.
She slowly looked down and sure enough right under her nose was a very pregnant belly, what was going on she didn't remember getting pregnant or marrying Danny.
"Oh God," Lindsay said as she woke from another vivid dream this was becoming ridiculous she couldn't sleep without thinking about him and now she was dreaming of a life with marriage and kids.
"Tired Lindsay?" Mac asked watching her look around confused.
"Huh? Oh yeah a little sorry Mac," she replied, suddenly remembering her dream she sat further up in her seat her hands flying straight to her stomach, she wasn't pregnant…just a dream.
"Are you ok?" Stella asked looking at her friend, she'd been silently watching interested in what was bothering her.
"Yeah I'm just having extremely strange dreams, which are keeping me awake," Lindsay replied feeling the need to have another cup of coffee.
"They must be some dreams to keep you awake," Stella said smirking.
Lindsay blushed knowing her boss and co-worker had spotted it, "I guess my subconscious is trying to work through something."
Once Danny and Ally had returned to his apartment they put Bella in Danny's bed to continue with her peaceful sleep.
"So," Danny said handing his sister an ice pack for her bruised eye, "are you going to tell me what happened?"
Ally placed the ice pack on her eye and looked at her brother, how could she tell him what had really gone on.
"Well…" he encouraged her.
"Danny…I don't want to talk about it," she said wincing as the cold pack touched her bruise.
"Well I want you to talk about it Ally I want to know what happened to you."
"Would you get off my case if I told you I'd walked into a door?"
"No…because I know that's not what happened, please Ally?" he practically begged he wanted to help his sister but he couldn't understand why she was being difficult.
"Please Danny leave it," she said standing up and heading into his room.
Ally looked at her sleeping daughter and placed a hand over her abdomen; she smiled and kissed Bella before lying down beside her falling into a deep sleep.
Danny sat on his couch with his head in his hands, Lindsay had been covering for him at work he really needed to apologise and thank her. He reached for his phone and dialled her number.
"Monroe," she answered.
"Hey Montana, it's me," he replied.
"Oh hey Danny, where are you?" she asked concern etched in her voice.
"I'm at home, can you tell Mac that I need a to take a couple of days off I'll use holiday time. It's just I'm having a family crisis."
"Of course I'll tell him."
"Thanks Lindsay, you're a diamond."
Lindsay couldn't help smile at his appreciation, "call me if you need anything at all," she said.
"Will do, thanks again," He said before hanging up.
Lindsay put her phone into her pocket and headed to Mac's office. She knocked twice on the door before he motioned for her to enter.
"What can I do for you Lindsay?" he asked as she sat on a chair opposite him.
"Danny called asked me to tell you that he needs to take a couple of days off, family crisis," she said watching her bosses reaction, "he said he'd use his holiday."
"Ok, I'll sort that out for him."
Lindsay smiled and stood leaving Mac to his work. On her way out the door she bumped into Sheldon Hawkes a fellow colleague.
"Lindsay," he greeted.
"Hey Sheldon, how was your seminar?" she asked as they both headed towards the breakroom.
"It was great thanks, learnt a lot."
"You learnt something that you didn't already know?" she joked.
Sheldon smiled at her as she poured him a cup of coffee and poured herself her third one of the day.
Lindsay and Sheldon sat in the breakroom drinking their coffee and making small talk when Stella came in and joined them.
Back at Danny's apartment Ally and Bella had just woken up from their nap.
"Unca Danny, I hungry can I have something to eat pwease," Bella said smiling at Danny.
"Of course sweetie come on." Danny and Bella headed into the kitchen to make some lunch, "Ally do you want anything?" he called.
Ally was in the bathroom kneeling over the toilet, "no Danny I'm fine thanks," she said heading to the sink and washing her face with cool water. She opened the bathroom door and headed to the living room and smiled at her daughter as she sat and ate her sandwich watching cartoons with her uncle.
"This sort of TV is a bit young for you isn't it," Ally commented looking at Danny.
"Excuse me, you're never too young to watch Tom and Jerry," he smiled as his niece looked up at him also smiling.
Ally headed into the kitchen pouring herself a glass if water, Danny also headed out to maybe get some more information on why she had called him scared and then found her with a black eye.
"You gonna tell me what happened now?" he asked leaning against his counter.
"No," she said simply.
"Come on Ally I wanna help but I can't if you won't talk to me," he replied.
"Fine you really wanna know…"
Danny nodded…this could be a long evening.
Stella, Sheldon and Lindsay all sat in the breakroom it had been a slow day and Mac had told them to relax a little but be prepared for anything. Stella and Sheldon were in a deep conversation, Lindsay sat on the couch holding her cold cup of coffee in her hand she hadn't even realised that it was cold she was too busy worrying about Danny and how he was holding up in his family crisis.