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I don't own them… If I did, this whole fiasco with D/L wouldn't be happening… I hope JB knows what he's doing….
Country Girl, City Boys
Chapter 2: Butterflies and Teenagers
The rest of the drive to the scene was in comfortable silence. They spent a few hours there, her processing and him gathering statements from witnesses. Hawkes had up with them, as he'd be at a previous scene with Stella a few hours before.
After the gory scene had been processed, the three of them climbed into the SUV and made their way back to the lab. The conversation between the three of them was comfortable and easy.
The three of them strode into the lab at around 3:30. "I need to meet up with Stella. I'll catch you guys later." Hawkes said as he veered off to the other woman's office.
Flack walked with Lindsay back to her office where Danny was still perched behind his desk, working on the endless pile of paperwork on his desk.
"So, you want to meet me at Nick's at 6?" She asked, leaning against the door frame.
"I can at least walk with you, that is, unless, you're too good to walk across the street with me." He teased, folding his arms in front of him.
She smiled. "Fair enough. Elevators at 6." She suggested.
He gave her a half smile. "See ya then." He agreed and strode off to find Mac.
"He doesn't like when his employees date." Danny warned, referring to their boss as she made her way to her desk.
"It's not a date. We're just getting together for drinks. We do that here all the time." She argued as she sat down at her desk, not really all that concerned with what Danny had to say.
"We, as in a group of us, not just two." He pointed out, not moving his eyes from his computer screen.
She rolled her eyes in disbelief that he was actually making a big deal about this.
"Danny, Mac and Stella go out for drinks by themselves all the time. I think you're making a big deal out of nothing. Besides, what do you care?" She challenged, cocking her head to the side, in order to see past her computer screen.
"I don't. I'm just warning you." He protested with an aloof shrug of his shoulders.
"Right, like when you warned me that like Mac likes to be called 'sir'? Thanks, but I'll stick to my judgement on this one." She shot back before turning her attention back to the computer screen in front of her.
Why do I even care? It's not like I'm jealous or anything. It doesn't matter what they do… God Messer, you're such an idiot.
The rest of the evening passed fairly quickly. She finished logging her evidence, took it down to trace, ran some fingerprints. But no matter what she did, she couldn't keep her mind off her 6 pm date…
At 5:45, she flicked her computer off and slapped the files into her outbox. She had 15 minutes to get ready for her date.
Danny glanced up and then at the clock. She's cuttin' out early to get ready for her 'not a date' date with Flack…
"You're leaving already? I thought this wasn't a date." He said, keeping his voice as neutral as possible. Even as he said the words, he realized his slight obsession wasn't exactly earning him any points…. Not that I care about points…
"It isn't. But, I'm done, so I'm going to get going. Later Messer." She replied with a casual wave of her hand as she breezed out the door.
He didn't want to admit it, but it bothered him that she could just… brush him off like that without a backwards glance.
He tried to tell himself to go back to work, but he couldn't focus. He kept glancing out the office window, hoping to catch a glimpse of Lindsay. Did I really just think that? Since when do I sit and intentionally wait for any woman? Especially this one?
His mental brow beating was put to a halt as he watched Lindsay come striding out of the locker room and over to the elevators. She'd changed into a form fitting red sweater and some really great looking jeans… Why wasn't I aware of Montana's nice little behind? Why didn't I see that before? Oh right, 'cause she doesn't wear that sort of stuff around me.
He was jealous. Damn it. He could kick himself. He could barely admit that she was unhateable, let alone that he was attracted to her. And now, she was going out with Flack… They were going to go sit at Nick's… By themselves, right next to each other, having drinks, Lindsay giggling at the NON-funny jokes Flack would tell. The very idea made him sick.
Lindsay had butterflies in her stomach. The concept of sitting at a bar, alone with Don Flack… It made her feel like she was that dorky girl back in Davidson Washington High School, sitting in front of the class, lusting after the football player in the back of the room. I have to stop with the high school comparisons… It was a long time ago, you aren't that girl anymore. But even as she told herself that, she knew it wasn't entirely false. That 'inner dork' had nearly lost it when she'd first stepped foot in the NYC crime lab. That 'inner dork' had almost cried when she saw what sort of men she'd be working with. That 'inner dork' had passed out when Flack asked her to get a drink. And now that 'inner dork' was turning her insides to goo just thinking about being within smelling distance of Don Flack.
Her exploration into her inner self was cut short when Flack made his appearance. He's wearing jeans! I've never seen him in those! And that navy sweater…Wow, the eyes… She visibly swallowed, trying to be cool, calm, collected, but failing miserably, much to her chagrin. He's a guy, he won't notice.
Flack wasn't about to lie to himself. He loved seeing the affect he had on Lindsay. He knew he affected women, or at least they told him he did, most of the women he'd dated in the past were schooled in keeping their expressions in check. Could always be the botox…But not Lindsay. He read her like a book. And right now, she was nervous as hell, and damn it, he liked it. To him, it was real, it was honest, and those were two things Don Flack had learned to appreciate more than anything, especially when it came to women.
"Monroe. Like the red. You wear it well." Flack complimented. Christ, could you be any less complimentary! Calling her by her last name… Her name is LINDSAY. He felt like kicking himself. But before he could even rephrase his dopey words, her face lit up.
He'd never really paid her a compliment before… At most, she'd gotten a once over here and there, (and that was only when she wasn't paying attention) but never actual words. And you had to love Flack's way of wording things. "Thanks… Jeans, they work for you." She returned, hoping to mimic his low key way of complimenting.
He smiled to himself. She's cute when she tries to act smooth.. He pushed the elevator button and the doors slid open almost instantly.
"You first." He said, speaking the words out of habit. He may come off as a little rough around the edges, but he had manners. His mother had made sure of that.
She smiled. "Thanks." She replied and stepped on, Flack following close behind.
Look at them…They're like lovesick teenagers…Staring at each other, smiling like idiots. I've never seen Flack treat a woman like that. He could have any girl he wants, and he goes after her? Why!? Danny knew better than to take his own musings seriously. Any man with half a brain knew that Lindsay was more than just some small town girl from Montana, knew that she was a hell of a woman, a hell of a catch… Most men wouldn't think twice about asking her out. Guess that means I'm lacking some matter up there. He watched as the two of them exchanged pleasantries and boarded the elevators. Something about the smooth metal doors sliding shut made him very queasy…. Like the doors had just shut on his chance with her.
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