Disclaimer: I am not connected in any way with the creators of any of the CSI shows. (I wish I was though, so Danny and Lindsay would get together already.) These are just my mind's version of the show.

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The elevator took them straight to the penthouse, where on-scene officers had already closed of the area with police tape. Flack held up the yellow tape and motioned to Jordan to go ahead and pulled his tall frame under the tape to follow her.

As he entered the bedroom, he looked around the bedroom. According to the officer who greeted him and Jordan at the door, the victim's name was Shauna Peterson, a 25-year-old preschool teacher. Flack looked around the spacious apartment that was decorated in tones of green and blue. How a preschool teacher managed to afford such a beautiful living space like this in Manhattan was just beyond him. Oh, well. There was time to figure it out later. In the meantime, he set about getting the details.

Two minutes later, he heard footsteps behind him. Jordan placed her hand lightly on his arm and gestured towards the victim. "All right, Don. What do we know about our vic?"

Flack was startled at her use of his first name. No one at work called him Don. Only family called him Don. On the heels of that realization came another one that was much more unexpected: he didn't really mind it if she called him Don. In fact, he liked the sound of his name on her lips.

For the second time that morning, Flack had to mentally shake himself to focus on the task at hand. "Victim is a preschool teacher, a Shauna Peterson. Caucasian female, 25 years old. Did you find out who reported the DB?"

Before Jordan could reply, Danny Messer entered the bedroom and set his kit down on the floor. As he pulled his latex gloves on, Danny gestured to Jordan with a mischievous grin, "Hey, Flack, I didn't know we were allowed to bring dates to crime scenes? Who's your girlfriend?"

Flack shot his friend a glare. "Funny, Messer. This is my new partner, Jordan Addison. She's from L.A. Jordan, this is Danny Messer, the CSI for this case."

As Jordan and Danny shook hands, Danny said, "What is it with the NYPD and imports? What, we can't find good cops in New York anymore?" He motioned to Flack, "You know what Mac told us this morning? We're getting a new lab tech. Apparently, Adam finally begged Mac to get another person in the lab. He got pissed cause we bogged him down with the 120 samples that we had him test on our last case. Dammit, Flack, New York's being invaded."

But Jordan had more than enough sass in her to respond to Danny's teasing remark with a bright retort of her own. "Threatened, Messer?"

Danny recognized a worthy opponent when he saw one and at her reply, he conceded that Jordan Addison would make life in the NYPD more interesting. He held up his hands in mock surrender and said, "Whoa! You got yourself a live one here, Flack. Bet you anything, she'll drive you nuts in a week."

Flack gallantly rescued his partner with his own jibe about partners. "Can it, Messer. Don't do your Lindsay thing on my partner. Go pick on yours. Hey, by the way, speaking of partners, where's yours? Don't tell me you left her back in the lab."

Before Danny could reply, Lindsay Monroe entered the room and answered for him. "Cool it, Flack. I was just outside taking a look at the door. She knew the attacker. No sign of forced entry."

Danny chuckled. "Leave it to Montana to get down straight to business."

By this time, Lindsay had been around both men long enough to hold her own against their teasing and she responded good-naturedly, "Well, someone should. You two ladies seem to be busy over here. It's a good thing Mac didn't send Hawkes or you wouldn't get any work done."

At that moment, Lindsay caught sight of the young woman who came with Flack. She looks familiar. Her brow furrowed as she tried to figure out why she recognized the young woman with Flack. After a few seconds, her eyes lit up. "Jordan! Jordan Addison!"

Upon hearing her name, Jordan turned around towards the voice. Just like Lindsay's, her green eyes brightened at the sight of a familiar face. "Lindsay! It's been so long!"

As the two young women hugged each other, Flack and Danny looked at each other in consternation and surprise. Danny was the first to find his voice. "You two know each other, Montana?"

Jordan immediately took notice of the nickname and answered for Lindsay. "You can probably call us both that, since we're both from Montana."

Lindsay added, "She was my college roommate in Montana, but she left immediately for L.A. after graduation and we weren't able to keep in touch."

Flack was finally able to understand. "So I guess the NYPD has two Montanas now."

Danny cut in, "Nope. Get it straight, Flack. There's only one Montana and that's Lindsay." Startled at the seriousness in his tone, Lindsay looked at Danny and for one long moment, their eyes met and held. Lindsay soon broke away from Danny's unwavering gaze and took a deep breath, "I'm going to start processing." After one more deep breath, she was able to form a smile and turned to Jordan. "Hey, you wanna come out for a drink after shift?"

Jordan hesitated and bit her lip. She glanced at Flack.

No one ever said Don Flack was born stupid and he recognized an opportunity when he saw one. For some unexplained reason, he found himself wanting to spend more time with his new partner and he seconded Lindsay's invitation enthusiastically. "C'mon, Jordan. It will be a great way for you to meet the rest of the gang. There are more people from the lab that you should meet anyways."

Danny, wanting to lighten the mood he unintentionally ruined earlier, chimed in with his persuasive version of the invitation. "Addison, you better come with us. Otherwise, we'll lock you in here with the dead body."

At that jibe, Jordan broke into a small laugh and agreed. "All right, since you guys ganged up on me." She looked up at her much taller partner and asked, "Don, is it okay if I hitch a ride with you?"

Flack smiled and s€aid, "Sure, what are partners for?" Addressing Danny and Lindsay, he said, "We'll meet you guys at Sullivan's after shift. Don't forget to bring Mac, Stella and Hawkes."

Lindsay answered, "Sure, Flack. We'll see you then. Jordan, it was great to see you again. But right now, we got a date with a dead body." She gave Jordan another hug, grabbed her kit and walked towards the bedroom.

Danny waved his goodbye to the two detectives and followed his partner. Jordan and Flack also turned away to question the other officers who arrived on the scene.


As soon as they were out of earshot of the two detectives, Danny immediately turned to his partner and asked, "Did you hear that?"

Lindsay steeled herself before turning around to answer Danny's question. Lately, it had become harder and harder for her to work with Danny. It was becoming next to impossible for her to ignore the way she felt about him when she was with him constantly. Not that he made it hard for her. After their ill-fated conversation after the ice princess case, Danny had honored her need for space and although he still couldn't help himself when it came to teasing her, he made no more advances to take their friendship to the next level. Until that morning.

Lindsay was torn. Half of her did not appreciate the fact that she and Danny would once again be working in close quarters. Being together on a case meant that they interviewed suspects and followed leads together. It meant that she would work with him in the confines of the lab, where inadvertently, they would bump into each other and she would fight the impulse to collapse in his arms and let him love her. Love, she chided herself. Danny never said anything about love. You're just the moronic ninny who had to go and fall in love with him. Damn.

But as in all the previous occasions when she would remind herself why it was a bad idea to start a relationship with Danny, there was also another voice in her head, one that got stronger and louder by the day. Today, in response to her morose thoughts, the voice insisted, Don't kid yourself, Monroe. You know not being with him hurts you. You can barely stand it when you're both in the lab together and you don't know what he's working on. You know you're dying to have a chance to work with him again. But Lindsay chose to ignore that voice and focused on the one that told her that being with Danny was a bad idea.

Danny looked quizzically at his partner. "Montana, you in there?" he called out again. "Hello?" He touched her arm gently. "Linds, you okay?" At that, Lindsay shook herself out of her unintentional reverie. Linds. He never calls me Linds unless he's serious.He's worried because I spaced out. She looked at Danny and saw the unspoken concern in his eyes, in the tone of his voice as he called her by her given name.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry. What were you asking again?" Lindsay replied.

"I asked you if you heard that," Danny repeated, tilting his head towards the door.

"Heard what?"

"She called him Don."

Lindsay was confused. "What?"

"Jordan." Danny explained. "She called Flack Don."

"Yeah, I was a bit surprised too." Lindsay answered. She thought back to the earlier conversation and saw Danny still looking at her, waiting patiently for her to follow his train of thought. And then suddenly it hit her. Flack didn't mind that she called him Don. Lindsay looked at Danny, who was nodding. Apparently, he saw that she finally got it. At that, they both looked speculatively at each other and spoke at the same time.

"You think they ---?"

Danny and Lindsay smiled at each other and even though neither said it, they were both thinking the same thing. Flack and Jordan. How about that?

Without saying a word, both of them turned back towards the crime scene and continued processing, but not before flashing each other one last conspiratorial smile.


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