Well, at least Lindsay doesn't want to kill him anymore. Thank you for all the awesome reviews. I feel so loved :D Anyways, here's another chapter, they're going to less angsty from now on. Eh, not DL angst, not promising no other types of angst. Don't own Lindsay… Or Danny… Or anything :( This is prolly going to be the last other side chapter… Unless the story veers off course in which case all bets are off :P

I Want To Be a Great Big Part Of It

'Danny…" Lindsay coughed lightly, 'I miss you.'

"I miss you too, Montana. So much."

Danny hung up, feeling so much better than he had twenty minutes ago. It's finally out in the open. Montana still loves me, and I still love her. She's forgiven me… All is good in the world. Danny stopped his thought process for a moment. Well, she's still in Miami, but we can't do much about that. At least for now.

Ten hours later, as Danny was stepping towards the office him and Lindsay shared, he felt a tug on the back of his shirt, and was pulled swiftly into the locker room.

He turned around quickly, "What the hell?" His captor sniggered. Marty?

Blinking as if to make sure, he identified his attacker as indeed Marty Pino. Who let him out of the morgue?

"So Messer," Marty began lightly, "I heard you got a call from a certain someone in a certain part of Florida, and this certain someone-"

"Marty, I swear, if you say certain one more time…" He left the rest of the threat off, but Marty just laughed at him.

"Lindsay told me she called you and that you guys made up, is it true?"

Danny couldn't help but smile as he remembered the phone call. It started out bad, but it got better. A heck of a lot better. "Yeah." He said.

"Well?" Marty asked impatiently, "What did she say? What'd you talk about?"

Danny was the one to snicker this time, "A lot of stuff." He said cryptically.

Marty looked at him, willing him to explain. C'mon man, I gotta have something to give to Rhiana, or else she's going to sick Flack on me!

"That's for me to know, and for you to never find out." Danny said childishly.

"You're such a child, Danny." Danny just nodded. "You aren't going to tell me, are you?" Danny shook his head, "Dammit."

Danny looked at him quizzically, but before he could ask why the interest in him and Lindsay's semi-relationship, Marty walked out on him muttering what Danny thought was 'Man, Rhiana's going to kill me.' Nah. He was just curious. Rhiana and Marty don't care about Lindsay and I, right?

"Wrong. Dead wrong." Danny nearly jumped out of his skin. At the doorway stood Rhiana and Marty, the latter who had yet to leave.

"Crap. I just said that out loud, didn't I?" They looked steamed. Rhiana especially. And just as soon as Lindsay forgave me.

"We care more about Lindsay than you'll ever know, okay Messer? I love her, like a sister mind you, but I love her to death and do you know how hard it is not to yell at you for hurting her?" Marty said, not yelling but in the tone of the whisper of death, "I'm trying my hardest to be civil with you for Lindsay's sake. Now, I don't care for you as much as I do for her, but believe me, you two are good together. No, scratch that, you two are great together."

Rhiana continued, "We really are just looking at your best interests, and in my opinion, and in Marty's as well, it's that you two are back together. That, and because Lindsay is one of my best friends, is why we want to know what happened. So don't say we don't care, because we really, really do."

Danny half-smiled. In a weird way, I think that I just got their blessing. Never imagined that.

"But, enough sappy, emotional stuff. Mac paged me, we got a case. I'll see ya later, Marty. Let's go Danny." Rhiana grabbed Danny's arm and pulled him towards the elevator.

"Later, guys!" Marty yelled after them. Groaning when he heard no reply, he muttered bitterly, "I hate working in the morgue. Nothing interesting happens and no one pays attention to me. We'll have to remedy that." Laughing maliciously, he wandered the hallways, in search of the perfect plan and partner to pull it off with. "PEYTON!"

The ME jumped, "Marty, I'm busy. What is it?"

"Nothing," He said innocently.

She arched an eyebrow at him, "Nothing?" One… Two… Three…

Marty could hardly contain himself, "Okay, fine!" He burst out, "I'm really bored, no one's paying attention to me, and nothing is happening! Do ya wanna cause a ruckus?"

Peyton didn't even try to stifle her laughter, these Americans were just too entertaining. "I don't know…"

"Please?" Come on Peyton… You know you want to…

He sounded so pitiful, and she couldn't say no to the face he was giving her, "Fine."

"YES! WATCH OUT LAB! HERE WE COME!"

"Calm down, Sparky. What exactly are we going to do?"

Marty looked thoughtfully for a moment before snapping his fingers, "I got it!"

Peyton smirked after hearing his plan, "This is going to be fun." She stopped laughing, "Marty, I have a post in…" She looked at her watch, "shoot. Three minutes. I need to finish this. I'll meet you for lunch and we'll start planning this."

He nodded and scampered out, waving a hello to Mac. Mac was about to ask what the mischievous look on his face was, but thought better of it.

"Hey, Peyton."

She nodded a hello to him and turned to the body, "Meet your vic, Roxanna O'Halloren. Cause of death being a drug overdose. Judging from the size and color of the pills in the stomach contents, I'm going to say Gemfibrozil, but I sent it to tox just to make sure."

Mac looked at her blankly, "I know I should know what that is, I swear I've heard it before…" He snapped his fingers, trying to get it to come to him.

"Gemfibrozil lowers your triglycerol levels. It's used when you're dieting." Peyton glanced sympathetically at the body, "She didn't need to."

"To what?"

Peyton looked back at Mac, "Diet. She's as skinny as a rail. She shouldn't be taking this." She shook her head in slight disgust, "It's horrible how teenagers think they need to be so tiny. Do they not realize that it could kill them?" She gestured to Roxanne, "That it does kill them?"

As her rant started to dwindle, she bowed her head, embarrassed that she had let her emotions take her that far.

"Anyways," she continued, "I'm ruling that cause of death is a drug overdose and that manner of death is accidental."

She peeled her gloves off and patted Mac on the shoulder, "I'm off to lunch. I'll call you later, we'll do dinner?"

Almost fifteen minutes later, Peyton strode into the café, eyes on the lookout for Marty.

"Ah, Peyton." Marty's voice popped up from behind her and his arm draped around her shoulders, "Come. Walk with me." He steered her back out into the cold, towards Central Park.

"So, I've come up with a list of pranks that we could pull, I want your opinion on the one that we should use." He pulled out a list, handing it to Peyton who studied it momentarily before pointing at one of the items on it.

"This one" she smiled gleefully, "This is the one."

Marty smiled wickedly, "I liked that one best, too."

Unbeknownst to the two sitting on a bench plotting, not a mile away Rhiana and Flack were gathered around an EMT, laughing their heads off at Danny.

"Honestly Danny! I TOLD you that there was a branch, and yet you run into it anyways." Rhiana shook her head at him pitifully and tried to keep a straight face, but when Danny scowled at her, she burst out laughing again.

An indiscernible sound came from Danny, "Did you just growl at me?" Flack asked, looking at him incredulously, "Down, tiger."

Having enough of the teasing, Danny stood up and walked away with as much dignity one could have with a patch over one eye. "I'm going back to the lab for the autopsy. You can deal with the scene."

The morgue was eerily quiet, Danny noticed. "Sid? Marty? Peyton?" He called out tentatively. "Hellllooooo? Anyone here?" He heard a slight thud, "What the fuck?" He heard it again, coming from what he thought held only actual dead bodies… There are no such things as zombies…

Danny slowly walked over, and pulled out the slab, jumping back in surprise as he saw what looked like his vic slowly get up and turn towards him.

Already somewhat spooked at the corpse that was staring back at him, he yelped loudly as he felt a hand press down on his shoulder and heavy breathing in his ear.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the reflection of what looked to be Peyton, fiddling with some strings… That were attached to the body. You gotta be kidding me. He spun around, "Peyton? Marty? What the hell?"

One look was all it took for Marty and Peyton to break out in laughter, "Sorry, Danny." Peyton said between laughs.

"What happened to you, Danny?" Marty asked, staring at Danny, who was desperately trying to control his rapidly beating heart, "I didn't know there was dress like a pirate day! I guess I missed the memo! Arr!"

"Everyone's a comedian today…" Danny muttered, "Now, serious matters. Our vic? Ya'know, the guy we found in the park? Know what happened to him?"

Marty pouted, "Party pooper." He cleared his throat, and he and Peyton lost their joking attitudes in favor of their working ones.

Finishing up the autopsy, Danny leaned over to Marty, "What was with your little prank?"

"Eh," Marty looked slightly uncomfortable, "No one ever pays attention to us unless you're waiting for post. We decided to do something about it. Trust me, this was one of the lesser evil plans. One of the others included kidnapping one of you guys."

Danny slowly started shuffling towards the door, nodding slightly, "Well, good luck with that." Note to self: Pay more attention to the techs… And don't go anywhere secluded with them…

Ditching the eye patch after several "Arrs!" and "Avasts!" Danny found himself sitting behind his computer, staring pitifully at the desk Lindsay once was at. "I miss you…"

"Miss who?"

Danny swiveled around in his chair to find Angell with a questioning look on her face, "Erm…" He didn't feel like explaining this to anyone who didn't already know, "No one."

"Okay," She rubbed the back of neck nervously, "You get off shift in ten minutes, right?" He nodded, not knowing where this was going, "Well, I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my place for a drink and the game?"

Ohh…. THAT's what you wanted. "Sorry, but I can't." Won't. Can't. Same difference.

Her face fell for second, before she smiled brightly again, "Maybe another time?"

Danny sighed, "Angell…"

Angell smiled knowingly, "I was hoping that since she left… But you do love her, don't you?" Danny nodded again, "Well, a girl can dream." She shifted her bag, "I'll see you later."

"Sorry." He said apologetically.

"Don't be." She smiled half-heartedly at him, "I knew you were still hung up on her." She glanced outside into the hallway, "Do you want some advice?" Danny cocked an eyebrow, "Tell her you love her, don't cheat on her. Ever. And keep her close, you guys are good together."

Danny's heart swelled, "Thanks, Angell."

"Have good night, Danny."

"You too, Jen." She walked out, leaving Danny alone once again.

Almost.

"Jen, eh?"

Danny slowly turned back towards the door. It couldn't be… Could it?

" Montana!"

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A silly little PWP chapter for you. Lindsay's back! DL fluff in the chapter which is already in the works so yeah… It's going up to be up in a few days. Review please :D Or not. Which ever coughfirstcough And I apologize it took this long to get the chapter up, FF was being annoying, I couldn't post it... For like a week, but thank you bxbforever991 for telling me how to fix it.