First thing in the morning the next day at work, Danny knocked on Mac's door.

"Uh you got a second? Lindsay and me need a favor…"

Mac cocked an eyebrow at him. Danny found he was unable to maintain eye contact, it was just too embarrassing.

"I know you said we can't let it get in the way of the job. And we promise that it won't. We were just wondering if for the next day or two you could keep us on different cases. It's kinda…distractin' right now. And we want to be able to focus."

Mac just stared at him.

"We promise it won't be for any longer than 3 days. It's just gonna take a while to get a system goin', you know? We only just started seein' each other. It's all new and so it's complicated. We'll make it up to you, I swear."

Mac stared at him for another minute. "Fine, Danny. If after 3 days you two still can't focus we might need to talk again, but I'll give you an adjustment period. Don't make me regret doing so."

"Thanks, Mac."

Mac waited for Danny to leave his office before starting to laugh. Distracting? I bet.

Danny popped his head into the office he shared with Lindsay before heading out to a scene with Hawkes.

"Babe, I talked to Mac. We've got three days to work things out. Oh, and I'll pick you up from your place at quarter to 8. I know it's late for dinner, but I know this job. No way we're leaving at 5."

"Sounds great, honey. I'll see you then."

"Bye, cupcake."

Danny smiled at her, then turned to see Flack standing behind him, a ridiculous grin spread across his face. "Don't you say a word. I'm happy! I will not be mocked by the likes of YOU, Don Flack."

Flack just shook his head as he watched Danny walk away. Danny Messer just called a girl 'cupcake!' And meant it! HA! I can't wait to tell Stella and Sheldon…


Lindsay checked her make-up one last time and smoothed the front of her emerald green dress. I hope I'm dressed alright. If he's been planning this for a while, it must mean a lot to him and I want everything to go perfectly.She smiled when she heard the knock at the door. Her smiled turned to a look of confusion when she opened the door to see the woman who lived above her, holding a bouquet of flowers and a card.

"Miss Monroe, a young man in the lobby asked me to bring these up for him. If you don't mind me saying so, he's quite the cutie!"

"Thanks, Mrs. Myers." She smiled as her neighbor walked away, smelled the beautiful flowers, and ripped open the card: "Hey Montana, put these in water and meet me downstairs. If I'd have come up, we'd have missed our reservation (wink, wink)."

She laughed as she quickly put the flowers in a vase and grabbed her purse.

"Danny, you're SUPPOSED to greet a girl at her door on a date!"

"Sorry hon, but it had to be done. I put too much thought into tonight for you to derail it with your feminine wiles, woman. Especially now that I see what you're wearing. Very nice, by the way." He opened the door for her and they got into a waiting cab. He must have already told the driver where to take them because he set off as soon as the door closed.


Lindsay didn't recognize the restaurant they arrived at but she could tell it was a pretty posh place. "Wow Danny, this place looks nice."

"It is nice. Or at least I've heard it's nice. I've always wanted to come here but never had a good enough reason to check it out. Now I have the perfect reason." He lightly squeezed her hand as he pushed the door open for her.

Dinner had been wonderful. She thought the prices were high but Danny just waved away her concerns. "C'mon, Montana. Give a guy a break. Just order whatever you want. Don't worry about the insignificant details." The place oozed ambiance: candlelight and live violinists playing softly in the background. When they left, Danny surprised her by crossing the street and entering Central Park. "Danny, where are you taking me? Is getting mugged part of your perfect date?"

"Hush, you."

As soon as she saw the horses, she let out a little squeal. "I've always wanted to do a carriage ride here! I thought only tourists got to do this."

"Well, I won't tell if you don't. Nobody is gonna look at us and go, 'Stop that horse! They're real New Yorkers!' Besides, I've always wanted to do this too. Again, waiting for the right girl."

Lindsay felt like she was in a movie- the park was beautiful in the moonlight. Danny had his one arm around her shoulders and the other was tightly holding her hand. She sighed contentedly and nuzzled closer to him.

"This is great, Danny."

"Well, this is where I'd planned to make a move on you, Mizz Monroe. I figured if I was doing something appropriately romantic when I kissed you for the first time, it might make up for some of my, um, notoriety. Prove I'm sincere or something."

"Well, it won't be our first kiss but I have a feeling it'll be a damn good one nonetheless." It was.

The carriage dropped them off in a different place than where they got in. Danny took her hand and guided her to a little nightclub right across from the park. It was small but fairly crowded, and there was a live band playing jazzy, slow music.

They sat at a table for a while, drinking and talking. Then Danny stood up and led her to the dance floor. He put one hand on her waist, took her hand in his, and pulled her close, resting his head on top of hers. Damn, this feels good. I'm dancin' with my Montana.

Lindsay sighed happily. This has to be the nicest date I've ever been on. And I never pictured Danny as a dancer.

They danced in silence for a while, just enjoying the closeness and intimacy it offered. After the fourth song started, Lindsay whispered in Danny's ear. "Did you have anything else planned for our first date?"

"Well, no. I didn't really plan on anything after this. I didn't know it was going to be so easy to get in your pants." He laughed as she wrinkled her forehead in a huff. She looked pissed for about 2 seconds, then chuckled. She whispered again.

"Do you mind if I put something on the agenda, then?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"I'm not wearing any underwear."

Danny immediately felt like he was his freshman Homecoming Dance- dancing with the girl he liked, a giant erection between them. She probably thinks this is hysterical. His hand brushed lightly over her ass to see if he could tell if she was telling the truth. I don't feel anything…Jesus, you're killing me Montana.

"I'm all for whatever you have in mind, lady. But you gotta give me a minute before you pull away, ok? Otherwise I'll just embarrass myself.