His cell phone was ringing.

Why the hell was his cell phone ringing?! It was still ringing, insistently. It stopped for only a second, before starting back up – indicating that the caller had hung up and called right back. Someone hell bent on getting his attention.

Groping blindly, Danny reached on hand from under the covers and reached for the offending piece of technology. Once finding it, Danny pulled his head out from under the thick blankets over and around him to check that he had the right object and that it was indeed ringing and not just a bad dream...

It was ringing...

It was his...

It was Flack.

Grumbling into his pillow, Danny pulled the object to his ear and answered the call like a gentleman...

"Go to Hell, Flack."

On the other side of the phone, Flack was standing inside Mac's office and looking confused at his phone, before realizing his mistake...his interruption of Messer and Montana time.

"Well, hello there! My aren't we chipper?" Smiling at his friends attitude and his own mistake – not that Danny could see (which was probably a good thing).

"What Flack," Danny's tone told Flack all that his words didn't – he was tired and cranky. Not that that dismayed Flack – oh, no...

"Just thought we would call and see how you are and the lovely Monroe..."

"You do know that its around 5am out here, right?"

"Well, I do now..." he hadn't really thought about the time difference.

"Goodbye Flack..."the finality in Danny's tone said he really was going to hang up if Flack didn't act fast.

"Wait! Wait, a minute there Messer!"

"I say again: what."

"We just wanted to send you both our regards..."

"We?"

"Hi, Danny!" This was no longer just Flack's voice, but an entire chorus of voices – and Danny could each of their smiles. It brought a smile to his own face as he rolled over and got comfortable – this was going to be a long conversation.

Lindsay shifted beside him, curling around him more and re-snuggling into his chest. Once settled she let out a yawn.

"Who is it," she asked, tiredly. Danny knew she was only half-awake, but also knew that the answer to her question would wake her completely.

"The lab." Sure enough after a second long pause, Lindsay's brown eyes shot open and looked up at him skeptically.

"Excuse me?" She prompted, but rather then answering her, Danny pressed the speaker-phone on his cell and held it between them.

"Say 'Hi' to Lindsay, everybody," Danny teased.

"Hi Lindsay!" Came the amused chorus again, followed by reals of laughter from both the team and Danny – who could see her face, rather then just imagine it.

"Hello everyone," Lindsay said tentatively, and then looked at Danny and whispered, "Good Morning Danny."

"Morning Montana," he whispered back, before leaning down and kissing her gently, after stretching his hand out to the side so that the team might not hear. Both fully aware that the team did know what was going on.

"Did you guys finish the Mystery of the Magic Deaths," Danny questioned, after finishing up with Lindsay and resettling the both back into their previous positions.

"It was Blade," they heard Mac's crisp voice (suddenly making them slightly uncomfortable).

"But we didn't call to talk about work," Stella interjected (imagining how Danny and Lindsay felt after hearing their voice), "we read about the trial in the Chronicle online..."

"Nice picture by the way, you two," this was Hawks's teasing tone of voice. Danny and Lindsay looked at one another for a moment and thought about what he had meant. The moment inside and out of the courtroom flashed in each of their minds.

Lindsay blushed bright red and buried her face into Danny's chest again. Danny just chuckled.

"You got a copy for me, Hawks," Danny said into the phone, "I wanna make sure this ain't just a really good dream..," his reply cause a collection of chuckles, laughs, and giggles to spill from the phone's earpieces and from the woman beside him.

"We've got photo's and film, Detective," Danny was surprised to hear the unique voice of Hammerback come through, "we'll make sure we get a copy of both for you..,"

"Sounds good," Danny agreed, stroking the silent Lindsay Monroe's head of curls. Lindsay shook her head and tired to hide a yawn – which only succeeded in Danny releasing a yawn of his own. Despite their actions to keep quiet, someone had hear them.

"I heard that," came Hawks's best Doctor voice, "back to sleep for the both of you..."

"...and back to work for the rest of us," Mac's supervisor voice, before addressing Danny and Lindsay, "I want to see you both in here at the end of next week – am I clear?"

"Crystal, boss," Danny answered for the both of them.

"Good," Mac said, "See you then,"they could hear his subtly smile.

"Bye Danny, take care of our girl, you hear," Stella instructed.

"Sure thing Stel," Danny chuckled.

"Get plenty of rest, you two," Hawks said.

"Yes, you've both been working yourselves to hard," Sid added wisely.

"Better make it a thrice Doctors' order," Peyton's clear British accent instructed, tainted with a smile.

"You got it Docs," Danny nodded (even though they couldn't see), he looked down at Lindsay's form, "looks like Montana is already there..."

"Too Much information there, Messer," Flack whined.

"You called me," Danny pointed out, "I'm just taking advantage of it."

"Alright, enough," came Mac's tight voice, "Goodbye Danny!"

"Bye Danny," the chorus recited.

"Bye guys," Danny said before hanging up and replacing the cell phone on the nightstand, next to hers.

"Are they gone," questioned a sleepy Lindsay Monroe.

"Yep, their gone," Danny said, not really understanding her inquirer.

"Good," Lindsay said before crawling quickly up Danny's body and kissing him throughly, "Bout time..."

"Tell me about it," Danny groaned and rolled over her.

Meanwhile, back in New York, the team started to filter out, much as they had coming in. Soon all that was left was Stella and Mac.

The two long time friends looked at one another and started to laugh. The continued to laugh for a solid ten minutes, before they calmed down enough to look at one another and shook their heads.

"Only Danny and Lindsay," Stella mused and Mac nodded, his face thoughtful. There was a few seconds of silence, as both senior officers thought about the two junior officers many miles away.

"I know we decided to back out of the Messer/Monroe Dating pool, after the Ice Princess case," Mac said suddenly, "but do you think that it's too presumptuous to start a Wedding pool?"

"Let's wait until they get back, to start," Stella conspired.

"Vegas isn't that much farther from Montana, you know," Mac argued.

"Good point," Stella said taking out her PDA and opening a calender, "starting from yesterday's date?"

"He flew to Montana," Mac pointed out, "after that I believe anything is possible."