Disclaimer: I do not own CSI:NY. I wish I did.

Summary: Danny Messer's life is in danger. The past even he had forgot isn't a secret anymore, neither is the future he doesn't want to embrace. Danny/Don friendship. Set some months after Snow Day. No season four. Please read and review.

Warning: Rated for violence and mature references.


Danny woke up abruptly, sweating, body aching, tension still present in his muscles. He had been dreaming something unpleasant but he couldn't remember what exactly. He sat, closed his eyes and tried harder. Something about an octopus. Being squeezed by an octopus. He remembered having nightmares about octopuses when he was a kid, it had been so long ago. He shook his head to dissipate the lingering dream and looked at his watch. He had been sleeping for three hours. Groaning, he stood up and looked around, stretching. There it was, on the bedside table, a fluffy towel, a new toothbrush and a change of clothes that he recognized as being old clothes of his. He chuckled and murmured "ma, you're the best", before going to the bathroom to shower.

Feeling infinitely better, he went downstairs holding his dirty clothes, which he put in a bag. He found his mother sleeping on the couch and his father was nowhere to be seen. "Ma? Ma? Wake up...", he shook her lightly and she opened her eyes slowly.

"Oh, Danny, you're awake. You look much better.", she smiled.

"I am, ma. Thanks. You?", he inquired.

"Yeah, I'm so glad you came.", she beamed.

"Me too, mom, me too. Look, I gotta go. Lindsay is sleeping over tonight and...", he stopped, realizing what he had just said.

"Lindsay? That nice lady you work with? Why didn't you mention you were dating her before?", Catherine asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Ah, ma, it's nothing serious yet, you know. We're just in the beginning...", Danny replied awkwardly, passing his hand through his hair.

"Of course it is, Dan, if you two are already sleeping together!", she reprimanded.

"Ma... I'm not discussing my sex life with you, okay? Linds and I are getting to know each other better and, before you say it, no, I'm not playing with her emotions. She knows very well where our relationship stands and she agrees with it. Enough said. Now, where's dad?", he asked.

"Oh, we'll talk about it again in another opportunity, young man... This is not finished.", she sighed and conceded. "Your dad went for a walk."

"Well, I'm going then. Tell him I couldn't wait. Take care, mom. Love you.", he kissed and hugged her, got his jacket and opened the front door.

"Love you too, sweetheart. And you, please, be very careful and come back soon.", Catherine pleaded.

"Yes, mom...", he smiled, entered in his car and left, another car following his not much behind.


He was already in Manhattan, stuck in a traffic jam, when his cell phone rang.

"Messer.", he said after pressing the green button.

"Danny. It's me. I just arrived at a scene so I may be late.", Lindsay uttered.

"Not to worry, Montana. You can come when you're done and we can order a pizza or something else you feel like having.", he assured her.

"Great. How were things with you father?", she questioned, testing the waters.

"Okay. He just wanted me to go and visit my mom. She's a bit down, Louie's birthday is next week.", he explained.

"Oh... I see... Look, I've got to go. Call you when I'm done?", she asked.

"No need, Linds. Just knock on the door when you arrive.", he replied.

"Okay, bye.", she hung up, feeling happier than she should have been, considering she was about to process a body.


It was about nine o'clock when Lindsay finally got to Danny's apartment and knocked on the door. She waited a few minutes. Nothing. She knocked again, harder this time. Half a minute later, Danny opened the door wearing a white tank top and a navy blue pair of trousers.

"Sorry Montana. I feel asleep while watching TV. Come on in.", he apologized, standing aside. "Hard case?"

"Oh, yeah. Lots of evidence to bag and tag. We haven't processed it yet.", she answered, looking tired and taking her coat off, revealing a red blouse and a black skirt. "Sheldon and I agreed it was better to rest tonight and start bright early tomorrow. I brought my spare clothes from the locker so I can sleep here. Is this alright?"

"Well, I don't know about the sleeping part but you can definitely stay here...", he said, closing the door and pinning her against it, one of his hands going straight to her hair, the other sliding down her body, while his mouth attacked hers. She moaned and slid her tongue into his mouth, her hands taking his tank top off, his hands now lifting her skirt. She was working in his waistband when her stomach rumbled.

They stopped, looked at each other and started laughing their heads off. "Looks like someone's hungry.", Danny teased when he finally controlled himself.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't have anything to eat today since breakfast but a cereal bar.", she told him apologetically.

"Oh, poor Montana... You were there, starving, while I was at my ma, eating lasagna and drinking wine!", he chuckled.

"Danny, you're cruel! You know that, don't you?", she smirked.

"Yeah... I know and you like it. Let me order the pizza. It'll take at least half an hour to arrive. Wanna choose?", Danny asked.

"Can be pepperoni. Anything, really... I'm starving.", Lindsay admitted.

"Pepperoni it is.", he said, picking up the receiver and placing the order.

"Danny, I'm worn out. Can I have a bath while we wait for the pizza?", Lindsay asked, biting her bottom lip.

"Continue biting your lips like that and I won't answer for myself. Go before I grab you and throw you in bed.", Danny replied playfully.

Lindsay grinned and was turning when he called "And Linds..."

She looked back as he said "You don't need to ask... feel yourself at home. There's a bathrobe in the first drawer, bathroom's cabinet. And towels in the second. You can use whatever you need."

"Thanks, Danny.", she turned, swaying her hips in her way to the bathroom.


Thirty minutes later, Lindsay emerged from the bathroom wearing Danny's robe just to find him sleeping in his bed, a book fallen at his side. She stood there in the doorway for what felt like an eternity, observing his slumbering form in awe, his peaceful breathing, his naked chest. A smirk appeared in her face as an idea crossed her mind. She fished the handcuffs that she had forgot to leave in her locker when she got back from the crime scene.

Walking noiselessly to his side, she took his arm gently and handcuffed his left wrist. Then she lifted his other arm and handcuffed him to the bed. He woke up, startled by the clicking noise and looked up. He managed to say "What the..." before she crashed her lips against his, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth, her voracity causing him to moan in pleasure. Lindsay straddled him and trailed her fingers down his arms, from his palms to his shoulders, descending to his hairy chest, then broke their lips contact and looked straight at his blue eyes.

"Linds, take this off.", he growled.

"Tut, tut, tut...", she smirked and attacked his mouth again, her hand sliding down his abdomen, her fingers tracing his six-pack for a moment before going down to his bulge, making him gasp.

"Linds...", he moaned.

"I see I'm getting the effect I'm looking for.", she teased him. As she lowered her head to kiss him again, they heard a knock on the door.

"Shit, the pizza...", Danny groaned.

"I'll go and get it, you stay right where you are.", she smiled sensuously.

"As if I could go anywhere.", he chuckled. "My wallet is on the table near the door."

Lindsay shouted "Coming!" as she opened Danny's wallet and fished some bills. Looking through the peephole, she saw the pizza guy standing there, box in his arms.

She opened the door and her eyes widened as suddenly four armed men wearing black and balaclavas appeared out of nowhere, shoving the boy inside and closing the door, one of them pointing the gun to his head, other aiming his pistol at her head. "Hands up, sweetheart...", he growled in a low voice. She obeyed and raised her hands while the other two scanned the living room, pieces ready to fire.

The one holding the pizza guy knocked him out using the butt of his gun and asked "Where's Messer boy, sweetie?".

Fear rushed through her spine. It wasn't a simple robbery, they had come after Danny. But why?

When she didn't answer, he approached her and pressed his 9 mm to her forehead, growling "I asked you where he is."

Before she could say anything, they heard Danny's heavy accented "Everything alright, Montana?" coming from the bedroom. He grabbed her hair and pushed her in its direction, while his colleague picked up his cell phone and pressed some keys.


Leena7,

I'm glad you felt that way.

junior051,

Thank you for your review! I think this chapter wasn't easy for you as it's the one that's heavy on D/L... sorry... but I hope you keep reading. Thanks for wishing happy birthday to my mum. I appreciate it.

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