I can hear her heart beat for a thousand miles
And the heavens open every time she smiles
I'm running to her, that's where I belong
Yet I'm running to her like a river's song

She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love
She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love

Yes I need her, in the daytime, and
Yes I need her, tonight
Yes I want to throw my arms around her
It makes me mellow, right down to my soul

"Crazy Love" by Jason Manns

She walked through the door to Danny's building taking in her surroundings. While not as lavish as her own building, she immediately felt comfortable, perhaps even more so than she did in her own home. In truth, she knew that it was because of her proximity to Danny. It was silly and even a bit corny, but in the short time that she had known him she had begun to associate him with happiness. With him she felt content and…

"Whole…" she whispered out loud, a small giggle passing her lips.

She continued her journey to Danny's door, glancing briefly at the address she had written down on a small piece of paper to make sure she had the correct place. Taking a deep breath she adjusted her dress quickly and knocked on the door. Waiting patiently she suddenly became aware of the absence of noise. Behind the door there was nothing…no sound, no rustle of someone moving, absolute silence.

Maybe he's in the shower or something, she thought to herself as she reached up to knock again, this time louder. She waited, to her estimate, another minute, the silence permeating the air around her.

"Stupid Abby," she said to herself quietly as she reached into her purse, "Call him, don't just stand here like an idiot!"

Abby pulled out her phone glancing at the screen to make sure there wasn't a missed call or a waiting voicemail. Seeing no indication on the screen she quickly scrolled through her contacts, located Danny's number, and hit send. She closed her eyes, her stomach clenching at the thought that he had changed his mind and was really just blowing her off. What was that book? He's Just Not That into You…that's it…if he doesn't call? He's just not that into you. But did that really fit this situation?

"No, you're just being an insecure idiot," she whispered as she listened to the ringing on the phone.

"You've reached the phone of Detective Danny Messer, I can't get to the phone right now. Leave a message and I will get back to you as soon as I can," she heard his voicemail message pick up.

"Hey Danny, it's Abby. I'm outside your apartment right now and…well…obviously you aren't answering the door. Did I get the wrong time?" she glanced at her watch, she was sure he had said six o'clock, but she could have misheard him, "I'll hang out here a bit longer…call me when you get a chance. I'll talk to you later," she hung up the phone and looked around the hallway before leaning back against the wall and sliding down to the floor. She'd give him twenty minutes she figured. Anything longer than that wasn't worth it. At least not for her own ego.

Danny cursed as he walked out of the elevator glancing at his watch. He was late. It was after six o'clock, dinner obviously wasn't ready as he wasn't home, he had been stuck wrapping up some evidence in trace, and his cell phone battery had died so it was currently plugged into the wall outlet in his office so he hadn't been able to call Abby to let her know he was running behind.

He walked into the office and quickly unplugged the phone glancing at the screen with a quiet curse. One missed call and new voicemail. He grabbed his coat and dialed Abby's number quickly as he walked out of the door.

"Hello?" Abby answered

"Abby, it's Danny. I am so sorry, I got caught up and didn't have a phone, and…" he paused taking a deep breath. There was no use for excuses; the important thing was to find out if she was still interested in dinner.

"Danny, it's okay," Abby said with a small laugh, "I'll admit I was a little worried when you didn't answer your door that you had changed your mind, but I understand that you have a demanding job."

"I don't suppose there is any way that you are still there?"

"Would you think me pathetic if I said yes?" Abby leaned her head back against the wall and closed her eyes, "Or do you have women sit outside your apartment door often?"

"No on both counts," he said with a laugh as he walked towards the subway.

"Well, then yes, I am still here," she smiled to a woman as she walked down the hallway.

"Can you give me like twenty minutes or so to get there?"

"Well…" she said with a dramatic sigh, "I suppose I could do that, but your cooking better be exceptional."

"Well, I don't know if I could call it exceptional," he said pausing at the top of the steps, "But I can guarantee it is a few steps above just being edible."

"Well, that's good enough I guess," she laughed.

Danny smiled at the sound, his heart beating a little faster because of it.

"I'm just heading down into the subway," he said, "I will be there as soon as I can."

"I'll see you soon Danny," Abby said before she hung up the phone.

Danny walked into the opening of his hallway, flowers in his hand and paused for a moment as his eyes fell on Abby. She was leaning against the wall next to his door, her legs bare and stretched straight out in front of her. He head was tilted back leaning against the wall, her eyes were closed and the only thing that he wanted to do was kiss the exposed skin below her ear.

As if sensing his presence, Abby slowly opened her eyes and turned her head to look in his direction. A slow smile spread across her face and Danny couldn't help but to smile himself as he started walking towards her.

He stopped in front of her reaching out his hand to help her stand up. She was wearing heels which brought her closer to his height. He leaned in, kissing her gently on the lips, his eyes staying open and on hers.

"I'm sorry I am extremely late," he said in a soft voice as he pulled away. "I hope that these make up for it somewhat," he held out the bunch of mixed flowers to her.

"Flowers again?" she said taking them from him and smelling them, "You are setting a standard you won't be able to back away from later on,"

"I will keep that in mind," Danny said moving towards his door to unlock it, his arm sliding around her waist, pulling her closer to his body. He opened the door and gestured for her to go in before him.

Abby looked around the room, taking in everything and smiled at how completely masculine the space was and how so uniquely Danny it was.

"I know that it's nothing like the living in Trump Place but…" Abby placed her fingers over Danny's mouth, cutting him off.

"It's perfect," she smiled, leaning into him for a kiss. "Now, what about dinner?" she slid her hand down to her stomach. "I am starving!"

Danny laughed, set down his things on the counter and moved into the kitchen.

"How does pasta with homemade sauce sound?" he asked her as he opened up the refrigerator.

"Sounds wonderful," she reached for her purse that she had set on the counter, "and actually, it will be a great pairing with the bottle of Chianti I brought with me," she placed the bottle of wine on the counter. "Do you mind if I put this in the freezer to cool it off?"

"No," he said grabbing the bottle, "Here I'll put it in there, and you just sit and relax and let me treat you."

Abby sat on the bar stool and watched as he began to talk ingredients out of the refrigerator and set the water to boil for the pasta. She watched as he began to cut the tomatoes and added them to a pot with tomato sauce and garlic. It was mesmerizing to watch him move and extremely erotic to her that he would be as skilled in the kitchen as he was. Something about a man who knew how to cook was extremely sexy to her. She looked around the room and spotted a stereo.

"Do you mind if I put some music on?" she asked as she stood up.

"No, do whatever you like," he said glancing up at her with a smile. He watched her walk over to the stereo, his eyes roaming down over her body unashamedly. She glanced back over her shoulder and smiled at him.

She reached the stereo and glanced through his CD collection spotting one by Chris Botti. She slid the disk in and pressed play, adjusting the volume to a perfect level. She started walking back towards the kitchen. Pausing at the bar stool she slid off her heels and walked around the counter towards him, sliding her arms around his waist as he stirred the simmering pot of marinara.

"Let me help?" she murmured into his back, kissing his shoulder. "I feel like I should be doing something?"

Danny turned in her arms, his own winding around her body, pulling her closer.

"Please," she said leaning up to kiss him softly on the lips.

"Fine," he said with a sigh and a smile, "You can help with the salad."

"I'm a whiz with lettuce," she giggled as she pulled out of his arms.

They had worked together in tandem, moving around the small space in a slow, choreographed dance. He had watched her cut up vegetables to go into the salad. His heart had skipped a beat as he realized how much he wanted that view forever in his mind. She had stood barefoot in the kitchen, her elegant black dress hugging her body perfectly, her hair pulled away from her face, simple silver earrings and a necklace her only jewelry and he had been hit with such a strong wave of desire that he had to take a slow breath and release it.

They had eaten at the bar and the only thing that he could really remember was her laugh. The sound had filled the entire apartment and warmed the very depths of his soul and he suddenly realized that everything that he had been missing, had been wanting, had been needing was sitting right in front of him. And as clichéd as it sounded, he suddenly understood what people meant when they talked about love at first sight.

It went beyond simple desire and lust. It was an overwhelming need for that one person to always be there and the knowledge that that one person could change the entire world for the better.

He stood up and took the glass of wine out of her hand, setting it on the countertop, and pulled her to her feet. He pulled her further out into the open room and pulled her body flush against his as he began to move to the slow, weeping sound of the trumpet in the background.

Abby sighed as she felt her body mold against his. She leaned in closer to him, her head resting against his shoulder, her hand moving up to cover his heart. She could feel it beat beneath her fingers and she became entranced by the steady thumping beneath her palm, her own heart matching the rhythm of his.

She raised her head as his fingers moved under her chin to tilt her head up, his eyes looking down into hers. She could see his desire clearly through them and knew that that desire was matched in her own. She licked her lips slowly as he leaned his head down and captured her mouth with his.

She melted into the kiss. All thought escaped her and the only thing she could focus on was the feeling, taste, and texture of Danny.

"Stay with me," he whispered against her mouth.

Abby looked at him and pulled him in for another kiss, unable to express her answer any other way.

Danny pulled away, his hand running down her arm to grasp her hand in his own. He walked over to the door and made sure that it was locked. He continued around the room turning off lights the only communication between them through touch and eye contact.

He led her down a hallway towards his room and he lit candles on the dresser before turning back to her.

He walked towards her, backing her up towards the bed. He reached up and began pulling the pins out of her hair, letting it fall in tumbled waves onto her shoulders. After all of the pins had been removed he set them on the bed side table and gently ran his fingers through her soft tresses, lightly massaging her scalp.

Abby closed her eyes, leaned into his touch more and let out a soft moan, her hands running up his chest to his shoulders, grabbing onto him tighter for strength.

He slowly removed her dress and helped her divest of his own clothes before laying her down on the bed as he began to explore her body.

AN:

Well, I know that it has been an outrageously long amount of time since I have done anything to this story and for that I am sorry. Real life has been incredibly busy and that's the only excuse that I have. I cannot guarantee that I will post quickly, but I am still working on this, it's just I have 27 college credits this semester and it is my last one before graduation! YIPEE! Anyway, if I still have anyone reading this, I apologize for the long wait.

I hope that you enjoyed it. For some reason it just hit me tonight and I had to write something. Please read and review if you could.

Thank you!

Mauveine