A/N: Once again your reviews and comments have made me so happy. Thank you all so much! I love to hear what you think, and it really makes my day to see so many reviews after I update!

I was really glad to hear that people unanimously disliked Belinda - excellent (said a la Mr. Burns from The Simpsons).

She's kind of modelled after some of the people from my own reunion. And have no fear... she makes another appearance in this chapter! I couldn't resist adding in some more of her - she's just a character that everyone loves to hate!

Also, I just want to point out that the green shirt that Danny was wearing in the afternoon was THAT green shirt - you know the one? The tight, super-duper, awesomely, amazingly, drool-worthy green shirt? From Seasons 2 and 3? Yeah. Just had to point that out. I mean, I realize it's only a t-shirt, but damn. Can I just say that if I was in charge of CSI NY (which I'm not - le sigh) then he would only ever wear that shirt...

But I digress. You're not here to read about me drooling about a certain detective's amazing body. Or maybe you are. Who am I to judge?

Read on - Part 2 of the reunion

Disclaimer: Didn't you just read, like a minute ago that I'm not in charge of CSI NY? Jeez.

After spending the afternoon at the fairgrounds, they had returned to the Monroe house for some quiet relaxation before they would head out again for the gathering later that evening. Lucy had slept soundly all the way home, and after Danny had pulled the car into the driveway, Lindsay had quickly and quietly gotten Lucy from her car seat, being careful not to wake her, taking her inside and tucking her into the crib for a nap.

She came back downstairs in time to see Danny deposit the last of their things on the floor of the kitchen. She picked up the picnic basket and cooler, emptied them and made sure that they were clean as Danny put away all of Lucy's things. He came back into the kitchen and they looked at one another for a moment as they each felt a wave of exhaustion overtake them. Having a small child meant that they rarely got a full night's sleep, and although Lindsay's parents had let them sleep in that morning, they were both still catching up from months of sleep deficit.

Taking Danny's hand she led him into the living room. He sat down on the couch and pulled Lindsay down beside him. She wrapped her arms around his waist, laying her head on his shoulder. She sighed as she felt his arms around her shoulders and he began rubbing her back softly. "I'm so tired, Dan," she said. "I think I need to lie down for a few minutes otherwise I'm not going to make it through tonight."

"Mmmm," he mumbled into her hair as he felt his own eyelids drooping. "Sounds like a plan," he said. Despite their words, neither moved to get up from the couch. And that is where they were found half an hour later by Dana and John who had returned from running some errands in town.

After helping to unpack their groceries, John turned to Dana. "I'm just going to check the score on the game," he said as he headed out of the kitchen.

Dana turned her attention to the potatoes she was peeling in the sink. She looked up in surprise as her husband came back into the kitchen almost immediately. He had a bemused expression on his face. "What's up, John?" she asked as he appeared to be looking for something.

"What? Oh nothing," he said as he peered into drawers and into cupboards. "Just looking for the camera."

"And since when do we keep the camera in the cutlery drawer, John?" Dana asked with a hint of amusement in her voice.

He looked up at her and grinned. "Well, I figured if I did a bad enough job of looking for it, you'd eventually get fed up and just tell me where it is!"

Dana rolled her eyes. "It's on the shelf in your office," she said. "Why?"

"Why what?" he asked as he turned to check his office.

"John, this is like pulling teeth!" she exclaimed. "Why do you need the camera?"

He looked at his wife and she was surprised to see him blush. "Its the kids," he said. "They're just... it's too sweet. They're all curled up on the couch." He shrugged his shoulders. "I thought I'd take a picture for them and then we could frame it and give it to them to take home."

Dana's heart was bursting at her husband's words. She smiled at him and wiped her hands on her apron before moving toward him. "I think that's a wonderful idea, sweetheart," she said as she kissed his cheek and patted his shoulder. She moved past him into the hallway and peeked into the living room. She smiled as she heard John sneak up behind her and take the lens cover off the camera.

Danny was lying on his side, curled around Lindsay, who lay with her back pressed up against him. Her arms and legs were tangled in with his, his face pressed in against the side of her neck. They were both breathing deeply and Lindsay had a contented smile on her lovely face. John pointed the camera at the two of them and snapped a few pictures. He grinned at his wife as he headed off down the hall to the office to load the pictures onto the computer and print out the best one.

Dana looked at the pair a moment longer before she grabbed a blanket from the back of John's armchair and gently laid it across the sleeping pair on the couch. Then she returned to the kitchen to finish getting dinner ready.

Lindsay stirred and she felt Danny's warm breath on her neck. She stretched and smiled as she felt his arms tighten around her. She glanced at the clock on the mantle piece and saw that it was almost 5 o'clock. They'd been asleep for just over an hour.

"Hey baby," she whispered. "Come on, it's time to get up or we'll never be ready in time."

"Hmph," Danny grunted as he stretched and then settled, trying to get a few more minutes of time cuddled up to his wife.

Lindsay tried to sit up but was stopped by Danny's hands which grabbed her by her hips and pulled her back down.

"Where do you think you're going?" he mumbled sleepily.

She turned to look at him as he blinked his eyes open. "I'm going to go get a glass of water, then I'm going to have a shower so that I'll be presentable tonight."

"You look beautiful already," he said as he smiled at her. "You don't need to change a thing. Now get back here. I want to cuddle."

Lindsay couldn't repress the laugh that burst out of her mouth. "Oh really? You want to cuddle?" she giggled. "I seem to recall a certain co-worker of ours telling me that you don't cuddle."

He grinned at her. "What can I say? I'm a changed man."

She lightly slapped his hands away from her and stood up. "Well, changed man or not," she said as she turned and extended her hands to him to help him up. "You need to shower too. You've still got Lucy's snot all over your shirt."

Danny grimaced as he looked down at his favourite green shirt. "Crap," he muttered. Then he looked up at Lindsay. "Snot comes out right? It's not gonna leave a stain is it?"

She laughed as she pulled him into a standing position and kissed his nose. "Yes, Danny. It will come out," she said. "And if it doesn't then we'll just have to get you a new shirt."

He sighed as he pulled the shirt over his head and headed up the stairs after her. "You want some company in the shower?" he asked as they reached the top of the stairs. "I'm feeling really... helpful." He wiggled his eyebrows at her. "I could help wash your back." She raised her eyebrows at him. "And your front if you want" he said with a wink.

"Dan, we have somewhere to be tonight," she said as she gathered the things she needed from their suitcase. "So no. I'll just have to suffer and wash my own back."

He pouted at her as she turned to leave. "You never let me have any fun," he said.

She patted his backside as she passed him. "We have all night cowboy," she sing-songed as she walked down the hallway. "Plenty of time for fun."

Danny stared at his wife's retreating back as she entered the door. After she closed it, he began to gather his own things. "Hot damn," he said to himself, smiling.

Danny had showered after Lindsay and she had taken over the bathroom once again after he was finished. He got changed and grabbed their pile of dirty clothes, along with Lucy's pyjama's and her clothes from the afternoon. He wanted to ask Dana if he could put on a load of laundry before they went out so that it would be ready for them to pack up in the morning.

He headed downstairs and into the kitchen where Dana and John were eating dinner. He saw that Lucy was in her high chair, meticulously covering herself from head to toe in mashed potatoes. She held a piece of carrot in one hand and had a handful of potato in the other. When she saw her daddy enter the kitchen she squealed in delight and waved her hands around, sending chunks of potato flying around the kitchen. Danny held up his hands in an attempt to keep himself clean. Lindsay would kill him if he got anything on the only suit he'd brought with him.

"Whoa, hey there Lucy!" he said. "Simmer down now, sweetpea. It's only Daddy. You don't need to start a food fight!"

Lucy grinned at him. "Dada!" she said. "Nom nom!"

Danny nodded his head at his little girl. "Yes Lucy, I'm sure it is nummy," he said. "But Daddy's going to enjoy it from over here, okay?"

"Dada all done?" Lucy asked pointing to the table, confused as to why her father was not eating dinner with her.

"Yes, sweetie," Danny said. "Daddy's all done."

"T'ay," said Lucy as she turned back to her dinner.

Danny smiled at her, then turned his attention to Dana and John who were eating in a more civilized manner than his daughter. "Sorry," he apologized. "I'll clean up her potatoes before we go."

"Oh, Danny, no!" said Dana as she shook her head. "It's no problem. She's not making that much of a mess. Lindsay was much worse."

"Thanks, mom," Danny said. He held up the bundle of clothes in his hands. "Do you mind if I throw on a load of laundry before we head out?"

"Oh, go ahead dear," said Dana. "Detergent is in the cupboard above the washer."

"Thanks," Danny said as he turned and headed to the laundry room.

As he loaded up the washing machine, he heard Lindsay's footsteps heading down the stairs. He smiled as he heard Lucy's little voice as she called out to her mother. "Mama! Nom nom?"

The rest of the conversation was drowned out by the sound of the washing machine. He closed the door to the laundry room behind him and returned to the kitchen. Pushing open the door, his heart almost stopped at the sight in front of him.

Lindsay was standing in the kitchen talking to her parents and Lucy. Her hair was gently curled into soft ringlets that fell to her shoulders. Her face was glowing with a beautiful rosy hint on her cheeks and she had on red lipstick. Danny thought back. He didn't think that he had ever seen her wear lipstick before. He would have to make it very clear that from now on she was required to wear it 24/7 because he couldn't take his eyes off her lips.

Eventually he was able to pull his eyes away from her lips and his gaze trailed down to her dress. Wow. What a dress! It was beautiful and simple, yet sophisticated. Just like his wife. The knee-length garment was a deep purple, and the fabric was soft and flowy. It draped down from her shoulders, hugging her gorgeous curves in all the right places and emphasizing her tiny waist and her breasts that were still swollen after having Lucy. Put simply, it was sexy as hell. Danny had never wanted her more than he wanted her in that exact moment. She was absolutely radiant, and he was so proud to be able to say that she was his wife.

It was a moment before Danny realized that someone was speaking to him. He shook his head and tried to drive away the inappropriate thoughts that were running through his head. Thoughts of running his hands up under the hem of her dress, and nuzzling her breasts through the fabric...

"Sorry, what?" he said. He could feel his face turning beet red as everyone in the room turned to look at him.

John was glowering at him. "I was saying that you clean up nice, son," he said gruffly. "But I take it back, now that I see you oogling my daughter."

Danny had the decency to blush at his father-in-law's words. "Sorry, sir," he said as he came fully into the room. He walked up to Lindsay and saw that she too was blushing. "You look really nice, sweetheart," he said softly to her before pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. "More than nice, actually. Beautiful."

Lindsay looked up at him through her lashes and smiled shyly. "You don't look so bad yourself, Messer," she whispered.

As much as Lindsay had appreciated Danny's amorous gaze as he entered the room, her own thoughts were not far off from his. She had seen him in a suit only a handful of times and she was seriously thinking about talking to Mac about changing the dress code at the lab. Not that she didn't love him in his jeans, but damn. He was wearing a tailored grey suit that fit his muscular body perfectly. And with it he was wearing a light blue shirt and matching tie which made the blue of his eyes stand out even more than usual. Taking in his full appearance as he turned around and she couldn't help but notice the way the trousers fit his tight ass perfectly. She had to struggle to keep her thoughts away from pulling him to her and squeezing his firm backside as his hands roamed over her own body....

"Sorry, mom. What was that?" Lindsay realized that her mother had said something and she'd missed it while her mind was off playing in the gutter.

Dana looked between the pair in front of her and smiled knowingly. Lindsay had the uncomfortable sensation that her mother knew exactly what she had been thinking. "I was just saying that you'd better get going. You're already going to be fashionably late as it is."

Nodding her head Lindsay looked from her mother and back to Danny. "You ready?" he whispered in her ear.

"Ready as I'll ever be," she replied.

She leaned down and kissed her mother on the cheek before doing the same to her father. "Bye guys," she said. "Lucy, you be nice to Grandma and Grandpa, okay?"

Lucy looked up from where she had spread her mashed potatoes across the tray of her high chair. "T'ay. Bye-bye mama."

Lindsay smiled as her daughter's attention was drawn back to the task in hand. Danny held out her jacket for her and she slipped her arms inside and buttoned it up before picking up her handbag from the counter.

"Thanks again for watching Lucy," Danny said as he took Lindsay's hand in his own. "You be good, okay squirt?" he said to Lucy.

Without looking up from her mashed potato masterpiece Lucy grunted her acknowledgement of her father's words.

Hand in had, the pair gave one last smile at the three people in the kitchen before turning and walking out the door.

Lindsay waited in line to sign in at the reunion. Apparently everyone was getting a little Hello, My Name Is... nametag so that it would be easier to recognize one another. Danny had gone off to check their coats, so she was waiting alone. As she waited, a smile spread across her face as she thought about their ride over.

When she and Danny had left her parent's house, he had opened her car door for her and made sure she was settled before walking around the car and hopping in the driver's seat. The entire drive over his hand had rested on her leg, just above her knee. With his thumb he had traced little circles that caused goose bumps to form on her skin. She had reached over the centre console and run her fingers through his hair before her hand came to rest at the back of his neck where she played with the little hairs she found there.

As they approached the hotel, he had peeked at her out of the corner of his eye and caught her staring at him. He had smiled at her and squeezed her leg gently. "You look really beautiful, Linds," he'd said. "I just know that you're going to knock 'em dead tonight, honey."

She had blushed at his compliment, thankful that the dark evening sky had prevented him from seeing the affect his words had on her. "Thank you. I'm actually looking forward to it now, even if only for seeing Susie and a few other people. The rest of them I really couldn't care less about."

"Good," was Danny's reply. His hand left her leg as he signalled and turned into the hotel parking lot. As he pulled into a parking spot, she'd leaned over the console and kissed his cheek.

"You're so amazing, you know that don't you?" she asked. "I love you so much. Thank you for coming with me."

"No place I'd rather be, babe," he'd said as he had gently caressed her cheek before undoing his seatbelt and getting out of the car. He made his way over to her door and held it open for her, offering her his hand to help her up, pulling her into a hug as she stood. "I really mean that, Linds," he'd said. "I'll always be there for you, you know that, right? You need me and I'm there."

She pulled back and looked at him. "I do know that, Danny. And I love you for it." Smiling at one another, they'd joined hands and walked through the hotel doors.

She brought her mind back to the present as she realized that she'd reached the front of the line.

"Name?" said the woman sitting in front of her. She wore a nametag that read Darcie Brooks. The name was familiar to Lindsay as Darcie had shared several classes with her during senior year.

"Lindsay Mess... er, Monroe," she said.

Darcie's head snapped up. "Oh my gosh! Lindsay?" she said. "Wow, I honestly didn't expect to see you here, but I'm so glad that you decided to come. Are you here with anyone?"

Lindsay gave Danny's name to Darcie and she wrote out a nametag for each of them. One said Danny Messer and the other Lindsay (Monroe) Messer.

She smiled at Darcie after affixing the sticker to her dress. She looked around and there was still no sign of Danny. "Thanks Darcie," she said as she turned to leave the table.

"Lindsay?" Darcie said as Lindsay retreated.

"Yes?"

"I'm really glad you're here," she said smiling warmly. "I... I know it wasn't easy for you that last year, but you've proved a lot of people wrong by showing up here."

Lindsay smiled shyly at the woman in front of her. "Thank you, Darcie. That means a lot."

Darcie nodded her head and sat back down at the table to greet the next returning graduate. "Have fun tonight!" she called out as Lindsay walked away.

Holding Danny's nametag in her hand, Lindsay took one last look around the lobby and decided that Danny must have made his way into the conference room already. She pushed open the door and looked inside.

The room was dimly lit and there were silver and green metallic streamers decorating the walls. There were several tables set up on one side of the room, along with a heavily laden buffet table and a bar in the far corner. On the other side of the room, a dance floor had been arranged. Music that Lindsay recognized from her high school days was playing softly over the PA system in the room.

She scanned her eyes over the room trying to catch a glimpse of Danny, but she couldn't see him anywhere. Her heart sank briefly. Where was he? He said that he would be here for her. She quickly shook the negative thoughts from her head as she realized that he was probably in the washroom or getting them drinks from the bar. Taking a deep breath, she stepped into the room as the door closed behind her.

Danny had gone to check his and Lindsay's coats and then had decided to visit the men's room before heading into the party. After he was finished using the facilities, he washed his hands and went back out to the lobby. He didn't see Lindsay standing in line anymore, so he assumed that she had gone on into the party ahead of him. He pushed open the door and took in the decorations and the crowd of people milling around the room. He wanted to find his wife, but the lights were dim and he couldn't make her out in the crowd.

He sighed and decided that the best thing would be to go and get their drinks and hopefully Lindsay would find him. He stepped around smaller groups of people who were talking and catching up until he reached the bar. He ordered a beer for himself and a glass of white wine for Lindsay. While he was waiting for their drinks, he turned and leaned against the bar and came face to face with someone he had hoped desperately to avoid.

"Hello, stranger," purred Belinda. She was standing with three other women who were all eyeing him hungrily. Belinda turned to the women and said in a loud whisper, "He's the one I was telling you about. From this afternoon. Says he's here with his wife, but..." she turned back to Danny, "We have yet to meet this mystery woman who has apparently scooped you up off the market."

Danny grimaced as Belinda made her way over to him. He could smell her perfume and he wondered whether she had poured the entire bottle over her head, or if she'd saved herself the time and just bathed in the stuff. It was making his eyes water. As she prowled around him, the other women gazed at him appreciatively.

"You're right Bels," said one woman with her hair teased up high in a halo of brown frizzy curls and her body squished into a dress that was at least two sizes to small. "He is pretty hot." As the words left her mouth she licked her lips and winked at Danny.

"Um, wow," he said, "I'm really flattered ladies, but seriously. Not interested. I'm here with my wife, and as much as I'm sure I'd enjoy your... company," Danny cringed at the thought of laying even one finger on any of these women, "I'm really very happily married. So, if you'll excuse me..."

Belinda moved to stand in Danny's path, stopping him in his tracks. "You know, I think that we could have a lot of fun," she said. "Your wife never has to know."

She had moved directly in front of Danny and he got his first really good look at what she was wearing. She was dressed in a trashy, skin-tight, red sequined dress that squeezed her so that her boobs were practically spilling out of the top. Her bleached blond hair hung limply down her back and even the soft light of the room could not hide the off-putting orange tint to her skin. He could smell her breath as she pressed herself up against him. It smelt like stale cigarettes and mint chewing gum and he had to fight the urge to gag as the overpowering combination of her perfume and her bad breath wafted over him.

Putting his hands on her shoulders he pushed her away. "You know," he said not bothering to hide the impatience and annoyance in his voice, "I have tried to be subtle and I have tried to be polite. But I've really had enough now. I don't really know how to say it any other way than this: I'm not interested. You couldn't pay me to sleep with you. You're just not my type."

Belinda took a sharp intake of breath at his words and narrowed her eyes at him. "Excuse me? Just who do you think you are? You can't talk to me like that! Do you even know who I am?"

"No I don't," said Danny as he turned to the bartender to accept his drinks, trying his best to keep calm. "And frankly, I don't give a rat's ass."

Belinda's jaw dropped. She was not someone who was used to being told no. She looked around as she noticed that people waiting in line for the bar had started to take notice of their conversation.

"Well, let me tell you mister," she hissed at him, "I am not someone that you just brush off. I get what I want. Always."

Danny shrugged his shoulders as he tried to edge his way past her. "Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you then, but there's a first time for everything."

He looked up and saw Lindsay standing at the front of the crowd that had formed with a huge smile plastered across her face. He walked up to her and kissed her cheek before handing her the glass of wine he had ordered for her. "I thought I told you never to leave me alone with that woman," he said to her. She reached up and stuck his nametag on the lapel of his jacket and smiled over his shoulder to where Belinda and her gaggle of friends were standing.

She could see Belinda was straining to look around Danny to see who he was with. She handed her wine glass back to Danny. "Just hang on a sec, okay babe?" she said as she walked toward the group of women.

She walked up to Belinda and smiled, extending her hand for Belinda to shake.

"Hi Belinda," she said. "Hi Jackie, Erin, Megan," she said as she nodded to Belinda's sidekicks. "I'm sure you don't remember me, but my name is Lindsay Messer." Seeing their blank stares, she continued. "No? Don't remember me? Well, that's my married name. Back in high school I was Lindsay Monroe." She saw recognition dawn on Belinda's face.

"Yeah, I thought that name might jog your memory," she said as she continued to smile pleasantly at the woman. "So, I don't want to waste too much of your time here, but I'd appreciate it if you kept your hands off my husband. He's not interested."

Lindsay held up her hand to silence Belinda as she tried to protest. "No, I saw you this afternoon and I heard you just now. And enough is enough. I'm sure there are plenty of other men here tonight who would be more than interested in your...services. However, I happen to know that my husband has all the woman that he needs, and the only person that will be getting into his pants tonight will be me."

Lindsay nodded at Belinda and the trio of her friends. "Okay then. Have a nice evening ladies," she said before turning on her heel and walking back to where Danny was standing with a broad smile on his face. He handed her wine glass out to her.

"That was quite possibly the hottest thing I have ever seen," he whispered to her as he draped one arm around her shoulders. "So we can go now, right? I thought I heard you say something about getting into my pants?"

Turning and smiling at Belinda over her shoulder, Lindsay slid her hand down Danny's back and let it come to rest on his ass. As they walked away she winked at Belinda, then turned her attention back to Danny. "You're insatiable!" she chided him. "And yes, for the record, I am very interested in the contents of your pants, Mr. Messer. But you'll have to hold your horses because I still have some people that I actually want to see."

So? What did we think? Were we happy to see Belinda get her ass handed to her by Lindsay? Do we want to see the rest of the reunion?

So I was going to do only two parts to the reunion, but I think this is a good place to stop for now. I will be updating again very, very soon with PART 3 of the reunion which includes some more Susie (yay!) and a very frisky Lindsay and Danny (YAY!)

Are we wondering if that means that there will be smut in the next chapter? Well, I'll jeez. I don't know... Who am I kidding? Of course there will be ;)

Please let me know what you thought of this chapter! I love hearing from you!