French Blanket Smuggling


"Wow." was all Lindsay could utter as she admired the dazzling view through the airplane window.

She was still completely mesmerized by the fact that yesterday was her wedding day and she was now and forever to be called, Mrs. Lindsay Messer. Moreover, she was now on a honeymoon flight with Daniel Dominick Messer, heading Paris, France.

Danny smiled at her and wordlessly took her hand and planted a kiss on it. He then looked at her, his turquoise eyes glinting with affection.

She blushed and leaned back, still staring out the plane window. She immersed herself the beauty of the golden stars against an indigo sky. Despite the picturesque view, she could not help stealing glances at Danny's godlike face. He had, after all insisted on taking a first class flight.

Lindsay closed her eyes and let out a breath of satisfaction. And as she pulled her blanket closer to her chin, she felt that it was truly the epitome of happiness. "Hmm, these are probably the best blankets money can buy." Lindsay murmured, stroking the pieces of cool, purple silk.

"They're okay." Danny said nonchalantly though he was really taken aback by the texture of said blankets. "Too bad we can't take 'em though, Linds."

Lindsay looked around. "Well, no one's watching, let's just take them!" She grinned and pulled open her luggage.

Danny chuckled lightly, "Linds…"

"Quick! Gimme it!" Lindsay squealed, giggling and stuffing the blankets in her bag. This was the first time Danny saw Lindsay act like this and he was enjoying it.

"I think there are some more over there!" She pointed to a row of seats draped in the same purple sheets. "Danny, get them for me would ya. We can bring them back for the guys at the lab."

She smiled an irresistible smile and ushered him off.

"A'ight, a'ight!" Danny grinned. He couldn't resist her. He got up, snatched the blanket casually and went back to Lindsay, laughing.

She couldn't help but snigger too, seeing what an amateur Danny was at blanket smuggling. "God, this is what I married into?" he said, placing his face near Lindsay's.

She couldn't hold herself back with him. She kissed him passionately. "Then thank God."

Did you have a nice flight monsieur? Madame? The French-y flight attendant asked as they got off the plane.

"Oh, it was the best." Lindsay said flashing a smug grin. Danny followed closely, lugging the bags.

"Would you like some help with that, sir?" The burly, broad-shouldered guard asked Danny.

"Uhm, no thanks. It's fine." He said gruffly but the guard already began to tug on it, causing the overstuffed bags to blow wide open, spilling the contents. About seven blankets, thick in-flight magazines and a brand new airplane French dictionary fell out.

Everyone behind them, the guards and flight attendants turned and looked at them. The cross, stringent French flight attendant put her hands on her hips.

Lindsay let out a little snort. "Daniel! Don't you know you're not supposed to take those!" She got off-board casually, suppressing her laughter.

Danny had an awestruck look on his face. "Uhm…NYPD!" He flashed his badge, cockily picked up as much as he could carry and followed Lindsay.

"Adios, Frenchies!"


Disclaimer: I do not own CSI:NY, it is the property of the CBS corporation.