Disclaimer, I do not own CSI or any characters, Mike is mine though.


When Danny got home, he lent against his front door. Those feelings he'd had, and for Montana of all people, they couldn't possibly be right. Could they? He was Daniel Luke Messer he didn't do mundane things like jealousy, no it was just…worry. Lindsay was his partner and good friend; of course he was worried about her with a new bloke. Montana…Montana was like his sister. Yes, his sister. His gorgeously, sexy younger sister. His younger sister who he loved. No, no. He didn't love Lindsay, he couldn't. Danny sighed; all this thinking was giving him a headache. The Mets were playing tonight; he should just sit down, open a beer and watch the game. Them ring Lindsay and make sure she got back from her date okay. No, no. He shook his head; he had to get Montana out of his mind.

"Cowboy,cowboy. Can you hear me?" Danny opened his eyes, he was in a dark room, a room which looked a lot like Montanas room if he remembered correctly. "Cowboy?" The voice came again, Danny turned and saw Lindsay standing at the foot of the bed wearing only a satin dressing gown. "M-montana?" he stammered. "Yes Cowboy it is." whilst she was saying that she moved towards him and then, while he could only sit back and watch in disbelief as she sat heself astride him and then slowly, ever so slowly she began to take of her dressing gown, "Cowboy...cowbooooy"

Danny woke up covered in sweat and breathing heavily, What the hell had just happened? Well, it was obvious, what had just happened, he'd dreamt about Lindsay his Lindsay. Oh man, he had to talk to Flack about this. And soon. As he was deciding this his cell phone rang. he gropped around for a light and then he grabbed his cell.

"Messer,"

"Danny," Mac's familliar voice filtered through the phone, thank god, he did not think he could of handled Lindsay right now, "We've got a nasty one, female vic, found at central station, D'ya think you can come in?"

"For you Mac, anything"

"Good, get here quick, and hurry" Before he even got a chance to reply he was listning to dial tone, he snorted, that was Mac always cutting straight to the chase. Then his chuckles petered out as he looked down, he might not be as quick as Mac hoped. he needed a nice long cold shower first.

Arriving at the scene all Danny could see was pandemonium, everywhere there were commuters arguing with the police to let them past or else they'll be late for a meeting/interveiw. Danny grimaced didn't anyone have any respect for the dead any more? Did nobody care that a body of a young girl had been found? Mind you, they weren't the worst. The worst were the freaks who took pictures of the body and some even laughed if the vic had been killed in a particularly amusing way.

"Danny, over here!" Looking around for the famliar voice he turned and seeing Mac waving to him he headed that way

"Mac, what we got?"

"Young female, probably no more than 18, no ID."

"Run her prints and dentals?"

"Yeah, Danny you know what to do. I'm working with Stella on a homicide down in Queens, you and Lindsay are on this one." he turned as if to go but then he stopped and looked back at the girl, "Sometimes I think I'm getting to old for this job." and with that he turned and left. Danny stared after him, hopping he didn't just hear, what he thought he might just of heard. Pushing his thught aside,he shook his head, time to start processing.

"Danny," Lindsay's southern voice called out from behind him.

"Montana," he carefully schooled his expression into one of indiffernce, "D'ya wanna start processing?" Straight away he realised it was the wrong thing to say, Lindsay's expresion looked like she'd been hurt by the bypassing of their usuall jokes and such. He smiled,

"Cm'on Linds, I didn't mean to be curt or anything I just didn't get much sleep last night that's all." She smiled as if she was sharing a wonderful private joke

"Oh, I'm not angry cowboy, infact I didn't get much sleep last night either." Danny couldn't hide his fury, it was due to his italian blood

"Why, were you showing Mike your satin dressing gown?" Lindsay looked confused,

"What satin dressing gown?" Danny was already regretting his choice of words and opened his mouth to apologise but Lindsay waved his apologies aside and continued, " Do you know what Danny, don't even bother to answer, you've been acting weird ever since I got here and I'm sick of it. I'm going to take the evidence back to the lab. Call me when you grow up." With that Lindsay stormed out with the evidence. Danny sighed, she wasn't going to forgive him for a while


Well, what do you think?? Read and reveiw please. I'm not American so I'm not entirley sure about he Mets or Yankee type things so any advice you have about that will be gratefully recieved. Thank-you for all the reviews they were brilliant and thanks to buttons413 for the advice and tips. I'll try and update soon but I've got exams coming up.

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