Chapter 2 for your viewing pleasure.

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Danny stood in confusion as to what had just happened. He remembered telling Lindsay about the daughter, and about why she as in New York. Just regular case stuff, he wasn't sure why she had blown up like that.

After a while, he decided to go after her. He walked down hallway after hallway, going to check their shared office, then the locker room, those were his best places to think at work. That and his car, but he didn't feel like searching for her in the parking garage. Btu after the first two, he figured he would just go back to the lab and wait, considering neither one had gotten much done that morning.

No sign of her in the office, he hoped she was in the locker room, the thought of her somewhere, and pissed at him for a reason he wasn't sure of killed him inside. He opened the door slowly, ready to slam it shut, should a high helled shoe come flying his way. Sure enough there she was, sitting on the floor of the locker room, with her head resting delicately on her knees; the rest of the room was deserted.

Good, He thought, Now that I can finally figure out what's bugging her, and maybe even try talking it out like Mac said.

He walked silently over to her and sat down there, now aware of someone sitting beside her; she looked up, and stifled a gasp at the sight of him. Danny had been the last person she expected to see sitting there.

"Lindsay what's wrong?"

She put her head back on her knees, and sigh deeply.

How am I suppose to tell him I lost it because he talked to another woman?

"Please Montana, I hate seeing you like this."

There it was, the single thing that Danny did to make her feel so special, so set apart, in a good way. He only had a nickname for her, so he had unknowingly found her weakness, one of many she had for him. The only thing stronger than it, was probably his eyes. Although he presented himself as the alpha-male, bad ass New Yorker.

All you had to do was look him in the eyes, when he didn't know you were watching, and you would see a kindness that's hard to come by, buried deep inside those blue orbs.

Lindsay picked up her head, but didn't look at him.

"I'm just having an off day Danny, nothing to worry about."

"It didn't sound like 'just an off day' back there."

She knew it sounded like the sad excuse that it was, but it was all she had.

He moved his head, trying to catch her eyes, but she wouldn't look him in the eyes.

"Please Montana."

Unwillingly, she forced her eyes open and met his gaze; his eyes were full of concern. She closed her eyes again, and rested the side of her face on the locker, their foreheads almost touching.

"Danny I was mad at you because..." She sighed, and almost growled at herself for trying to chicken out, but Lindsay knew it had to be said.

"Because you talked to that woman."

"You mean Janice Turner?"

"Yes I mean her, please don't make me say it again."

Danny sat very still for a moment, before dissolving into laughter.

"What? Danny what is so funny?"

When he finally regained composure, and looked at her, he almost burst into another fit of laughter, then he slowly said. "Montana, Janice is...is..."

"Is, is what Danny?"

"She's twelve." He finally managed.

Lindsay sat a moment taking in what she had just heard, and that she had thought all of those horrible things about a twelve-year-old girl.

Danny tried to contain his laughter, and almost got it under control when he caught a glimpse of the expression on her face, and began laughing so hard, his body shook.

Lindsay could help but laugh as well, it was very funny.

The sat there laughing for quite some time, until their laughter died down to giggles, and now it had calmed into small chuckles now and again.

He looked over at her thinking how beautiful she looked, with her head resting on the locker, her eyes closed breathing deeply.

"So were you jealous or something?" He asked.

Her eyes flew open and she sat up to face him, noting the proud tone in which the question was asked.

"No I wasn't jealous, I was just..."

He looked right into her eyes, his pools of ocean blue boring back into hers, and she felt her face becoming warm.

"Oh, you were just..." He said, not bothering to conceal the smug grin his face now produced.

"Just...nothing Danny drop it."

"Oh, no, no, no Montana. You're not getting off that easy, come on you don't have to be embarrassed, or then again. Maybe you do, after all you are the one jealous of a little kid."

She pushed him playfully, "It wasn't jealousy."

"Well if not that, then what was it, huh?"

She wanted to tell him how she felt, but the truth was, she didn't exactly know how she felt. Lindsay tried to look away, but he held her gaze.

"So what if it was jealousy, what do you care?"

Danny looked away, and sat up from the slouched position he had slipped into after laughing so hard. He was confused, he had never given a second thought to her actually having been jealous, he had just assumed it was PMS or something.

He turned back to her eyes, and felt his own face becoming warm under her gaze, "Well it's just...I mean the other day you said..."

"I know the other day I said that we couldn't...that I couldn't, but today when you started talking about...you know Janice I just..."

She sat trying to think of what to say next, but when she looked over at him.

Lindsay noticed how different he looked. His face had relaxed from it's normal alpha-male persona, she thought to herself how good he looked. And how his eyes were catching the light just right, that it seemed to make them shimmer.

It was only seconds after the thought had entered her mind, that she realized she was gripping the nape of his neck, and bringing his lips down to meet hers, hoping he would get the picture.

Danny felt his heart skip a beat, when he realized what was happening. He didn't want to freak her out, but he couldn't just sit there, so he ran the risk of kissing her back.

Much to his disappointment, she choose that moment pull back. She sat there a moment, that she assumed mirrored the one Danny was sporting.

She stood abruptly, and quickly left the room, leaving Danny alone in a room, filled with confusion, for the second time in the span of an hour.