AN I have heard your cries for action between these two (and desire it myself, believe me!) so I have decided that purely for my own amusement and perhaps for yours as well that this chapter can be used to satiate our needs for the time being. Thanks again to hogwartsalumni for her beta skills. ;) Please review!

Oh the rating might be higher, for you know 'suggestion' and all that...now you're warned.

Disclaimer: If I owned Danny I'd give him this chapter as a guide...moving on.


Dreams

They are finicky things, one's dreams. It's difficult to tell what is based on reality and what is to be interpreted for further understanding. Fantasy permeating a dream…ah this is something completely different.

This could be a subconscious want working its way into the conscious, at the most vulnerable time possible…when one is dreaming.


Danny tossed and turned gripping his pillow...

Danny was flipping through the channels, bored again. He sat there in his workout shorts and white t-shirt with a beer contemplating how utterly pathetic his life was when he heard a knock on the door. He wasn't sure how the person got into his building but that didn't seem to bother him.

He opened the door and just stared. "Lindsay?"

She looked up at him shyly, "I'm sorry I didn't call."

"No, no that's fine," He let her in, "What's wrong?"

He saw her take in his apartment then look back at him as he shut the door, "What if I told you that Jesse and I broke up?" She asked, staring at him like she was reading his very soul.

His soul was occupied at the moment, desperately telling his heart to keep beating, "I'm sorry what?" He asked dumbly, grasping desperately for some sort of smooth line, but could think of nothing. This couldn't be happening.

She walked toward him, which caused him to back up because he was actually scared of being close to her. She started smiling, "I'm serious, we broke up, Jesse O'Malley is no more."

"Honestly?" He finally said when she was about a foot from him.

"Definitely." She nodded and blatantly looked him up and down.

Who the hell was this woman? His mouth was getting dry, he licked his lips, "I'd be pretty damn pleased." He finally said.

She smiled at him, "Would you kiss me?"

Yup most of the blood in his body was concentrated in all the wrong places. He blinked and kept staring. "I, well, I uh…do you want me to?"

She chuckled and crept closer to him lightly letting her fingers dance up his chest, "You think I came all the way over here to have a heart to heart?"

He just shook his head, finally reciprocating her contact by putting both of his arms around her waist and forcing her body to crash against his. This was it; he dropped his head and captured her mouth. Dear lord she tasted fantastic.

He wasn't really sure how they both ended up shirtless, or how her legs got wrapped around his waist, more amazingly how he had manoeuvred around his crowded apartment into his bedroom. But there they were, she was underneath him and he was staring down at her like she wasn't real.

She giggled and tugged on his shorts, "I've have been waiting too damn long for this to give you a moment for nostalgia, stare at me in the morning."

He laughed and kissed her again groaning when she ground her hips up at him, this was slow and glorious torture he was sure of it. He kissed into the nape of her neck and whispered, "Montana."

Seconds later she flipped him on his back and straddled him, "I'll teach you some things I learned in Montana, now pay close attention. Lesson number one, how to ride…"

Danny jarred awake after the distinct memory of waking up with his face buried in her hair, her body moulded with his. He stared at his clock which blinked 3:15…Never had he had a dream so distinct and so real. He got up and padded to the bathroom; blindly he ran the water and splashed it onto his face. He stared as the water traced over his features.

This was getting ridiculous.


Meanwhile, at her apartment Lindsay was starting to have issues of her own…

Lindsay stood behind the one way glass and stared into the interrogation room watching as Danny spoke to a suspect. He was so strong and in control. He held the suspect in the palm of his hand and for some reason she couldn't stop staring. She watched as he took a file and slapped it down in front of the man. He walked around and spoke deftly into his ear. The man squirmed, Danny pointed at the picture of the victim. Finally the man broke…Danny motioned for the officer in the room to take the suspect away.

She still watched, fascinated as he leaned against the table and pulled off his glasses to rub his eyes. His sleeves were rolled up, wow he had fantastic arms. She licked her lips and exited the observation room. No one was down the hallway, which was strange but she paid no attention to that and headed straight into the adjoining room.

He looked up, glasses dangling from his fingers, "What is with some people?" He asked with a shake of his head.

She shrugged, "I've stopped asking myself that question, cause it'll probably never be answered." She stopped in front of him rather close, "I have a question for you Messer and I want you to answer me honestly."

He tilted his head to the side and put his glasses back on, "You intrigue me Monroe, what's the question?"

She leaned closer to him and spoke against his mouth, "Why didn't you kiss me in the locker room?"

Licking his lips he intentionally hit hers in the process, "Bad timing," was his answer.

"You want a damn alarm now?" Both of her hands gripped his shirt near his waist pulling up the material so her fingers could graze across his skin.

He chuckled, "Nah," then finally kissed her. His tongue traced along her lips then entered her mouth tasting as much of her as he possibly could.

She laughed when he had her against the wall, she anchored herself there and pulled at his belt, "I gotta say," she panted as he kissed along her neck, then behind her ear, "I've never done it in an interrogation room before."

He hoisted her up by her butt and turned around to drop her on the table, "First time for everything Montana," He growled, "Now lose the shirt."

Grinning at him she did what she was told then took hold of the chain around his neck and winked, "This is kinda like a lead," She whispered using it to pull him back to her, "I like it."

"I aim to please." He said against her skin.

She sighed and arched her back so her body was flush with his, "Good then start pleasing." She whispered as she dug her fingers into his naked back.

Lindsay woke up in a cold sweat. Or at least she thought it was a cold one till she realized that she was completely flushed. She looked over at her alarm clock and groaned, "3:15?" She said to no one, and then ran a hand over her face.

The smile danced across her face before she could stop it, she settled back into her pillow, now that was a damn good dream!


Dreams can purge thoughts that are tearing their way through one's mind. They can also bring to light hidden and not so hidden desires that are going unquenched.

They can also be a result of what you ate the night before and nothing more, it's up to the dreamer to decide.


AN And now back to our regularly scheduled story, you know the one set in the waking hours of their lives, with all the angst and such. ;)