Two weeks later, Danny was examining hundreds of shards of glass from a crime scene. It was unclear if it was murder or suicide and the broken glass was their main evidence. Making his way through piece after piece Danny's thoughts wandered to Lindsay. Specifically, his attraction to her. His attraction had not died since she'd been gone, but he'd come to terms that he might not be able to act on it any time soon, if ever. He was just happy to have her back, to have her friendship. He wished there would be more between them, but he knew it would have to be Lindsay's move. So far, she'd made no verbal indication that she wanted anything except a friendship.

He couldn't resist standing a little too close to her, 'accidentally' touching her in the lab, or visiting her even when they weren't working a case together, and Lindsay certainly hadn't moved away from him or recoiled from his touch. In fact, he could swear she would move closer. Talk about facing temptation though, and Danny wasn't sure how much longer he could resist.

He lifted a piece of glass to examine it more closely when he'd caught Lindsay's reflection on one piece. There she was again. He'd spun around so quickly he nicked himself on the glass he was holding.

"Oh my goodness, Danny. Sorry! I thought you heard me. Was there anything on the glass? Blood? Was it contaminated?" Lindsay rattled off worriedly, as she rushed to put on a glove and grab a piece of gauze. She pressed it against his bleeding finger and held it there.

"No it was clean." He answered quietly, not worried about the nick, which was no worse than a paper cut. Instead he was focused on Lindsay. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her lips. Her perfectly shaped lips. Their soft pink color, with just a hint of gloss on them. Soft looking lips that tempted him to test their softness, touch them with his own on a daily basis. His mouth watered and he swallowed hard. His heart beat quickened and he felt a stirring behind the fly of his pants.

"Does that feel okay?" Lindsay asked as she removed the gauze.

The fact that he was getting hard just by standing next to her? Did that feel okay? Depends on how you looked at it – right now, at this moment it felt more than okay. In a minute when she stepped away and there'd be no relief in sight? That would be less than okay. He finally gathered his thoughts to mutter, "Yeah, fine."

Lindsay stepped away, throwing the gauze in the trash. "Looks like just a small nick. Tough those seem to always hurt the most. I'm really sorry about that."

"Don't worry about it, no problem." He quickly turned back to his work, replacing his gloves.

"Mac sent me to help you with this glass. I'll start on this side," she said indicating to the opposite end he was working on.

That was a good idea, he thought. She should stay as far away from him as possible or else who knew what he'd be tempted to do. Danny focused on his work, trying to avoid the alluring distraction that was Lindsay Monroe.