A/N: Okay, so I know this has been done at least a couple dozen times before, and it's also several seasons behind the times. And I also know I have a Primeval fic that needs attention. But I've been watching the old seasons and have developed this slight(ly outrageous) obsession with Danny and Lindsay. So here you go, my alternate Snow Day. And I pinky-swear promise not to leave this one hanging.

Disclaimer: If I actually owned CSI:NY, a) I'd be rich and living in a much better apartment, b) I'd have LOTS more D/L scenes, c) I would clone Danny and keep him in my closet, and d) You might actually get something if you sued me. As it is, since I don't, you'd get my crappy 19" television and my collection of outdated textbooks. Sorry.


Prologue

It was early when Lindsay Monroe felt an odd tickle on her nose, pulling her reluctantly out of a sound sleep. She could tell that it was early because the sun always shone directly through the window next to her bed, waking her almost without fail just before the buzz of her alarm clock.

But just now, in the stillness of early morning, she felt a sort of half-light on her face, only a thin film of pink behind her eyelids.

In the slow rise from sleep to waking, she felt something vaguely but not recently familiar—a gentle breath against her face, a tickle of hair beneath her fingers. She opened her eyes. She smiled.

"Hey."

He was a thing to behold in the morning, with his eyes half-lidded and tender, his voice thick and husky.

"Don't worry, just go back to sleep," he told her, and she was tempted to let that voice carry her back into oblivion. It would be easy, effortless. What she wouldn't give to call in sick and spend the day here with him, the noise of the city somehow muted through the cocoon of their new intimacy.

But she had to be to work at nine, and if she didn't move now she thought she might not have the strength to later.

"No, no," she whispered with deepest regret. "I have to get up."

Little did she know, the world turns on such banal decisions.

"I have to get back to my apartment and change," she continued when he started to grumble. "What would it look like if I walked into the lab in yesterday's clothes?"

"You can wear one of my shirts."

"And how would that look?"

He grumbled again and pulled her closer, locking her against his side. "I don't care."

She laughed and sighed and almost gave in, but in the end managed to extricate herself.

"Go back to sleep," she whispered, brushing the hair back from his brow. "I'll call you later."

He mumbled something unintelligible, already half there, and with a smile she turned away to find her clothes.

O-O-O

"I'm here, I'm here," Lindsay gasped as she breezed into Mac's office, miraculously only ten minutes late. "Sorry, traffic was a nightmare this morning."

Mac looked up from the file in his hands with a forgiving, half-amused smiled. "You're just in time. Adam's heading out to that drug bust scene in Brooklyn. If you run, you might just catch him in the garage."

She nodded, not wasting her breath to speak as she ran past the elevator to the stairs and took them two at a time. She was just quick enough to flag Adam down, saving her the trouble of braving the traffic herself. Today, she mused, smiling at the memory of waking up cradled in Danny's arms, was turning into a pretty good day.


A/N: Short? You betcha. It's a prologue, people. But let me know if you're interested in seeing more, and I'll post the next chapter ASAP. Remember, reviews are pixie stix to my inner child, and my inner child writes most of my material. Which is why I don't do smut, but that's neither here nor there. Thanks for reading!