Thank goodness it didn't take me as long as last time. Happy to say that this one is a longer one than before, and my fingers hurt from typing. I am still loving all the reviews I'm getting, it's pretty awesome to get on and see new ones, so I thank you. And once more. Enjoy.

Danny awoke the next morning, to a blurry world, and he sighed reaching for a side table that wasn't in the right place. Frantically he slid his hands over the arm of something leather, and unto a table beside it, before his hands skirted over the frame of his glasses.

Grabbing at them, he unfolded the ear piece, and placed them on the bridge of his nose, and watched in horror as his eyes made out Lindsay's living room.

Standing up he moved calmly to fold the blanket and place it over the back of the sofa. Before turning to the sound, or rather the cease of a sound, which he hadn't realized he had been hearing until it stopped.

A few single drips, and he realized it was water he had heard.

A door was next, and he turned to see a heel rounding the corner, and then another door.

As he looked back over at what had been his resting place, he noticed that his shirt was lying discarded on the floor, and he moved to pick it up. Pulling the fabric over his body, he shook his head, and ran a hand through his hair, as Lindsay emerged.

Glancing over at her, he took in the strands of damp hair still clinging to her neck, and another V-neck that he was becoming so fond of, a pair of dark wash jeans, and to top it all off a pair of black 'Converse' High Tops.

"I didn't know you were a Converse fan Montana."

She smiled as she passed him by, "There's lots you don't know about me Messer."

Following her to the kitchen he smiled.

"You hungry?" She asked moving around the island in her kitchen to the cabinets.

"Nah, I don't normally eat breakfast, I could go for some coffee though." He replied, glancing at the coffee maker beside her sink.

"Alright."

He watched her as she removed a mug from the shelf, and walked over pouring the steaming black liquid into the glass, before handing it back to him. Resisting the urge to smile, that he didn't even have to tell her that he took his black.

"You should probably be going in right now, huh?"

Throwing a glance at the clock, he nodded, and looked back at her.

"Yeah."

Taking a few more sips, he walked to the door, and placed his shoes back on his feet. Turning back he found Lindsay a few feet in front of him.

She smiled as he moved closer, and held out the cup to her.

"Thanks for the coffee."

Nodding she removed the cup from his grasp, grazing his fingers as she did.

Sighing, Danny finally turned grabbing his coat, he left the room.

XxXxXxX

Danny truly hadn't wanted to leave. But based on how well he knew himself, he knew that if he hadn't have left at that moment, the odds of his ending up on the outside of her front door were slim to none.

Chills shivered up his spine as he stepped outside, without the comfort of a jacket, which wasn't really fair to Danny, because it had been fine the day before.

Perfect.

He thought, moving to the edge of the sidewalk and picking up his pace. Before long he had broken out into a run. His body gradually warming up at the faster flow of his blood.

People were notice Danny more than usual that morning, as he ran down the street in his jeans and tee shirt, in what had to be 40 degree weather. He didn't mind the attention that much though, it hadn't really been a new thing for him, since starting high school.

Finally he reached the subway, and he moved himself to one of the benches, and attempted to catch his breath, when he noticed a young woman looking at him. But instead of smirking and striking up a conversation with her, he just averted his gaze to his shoes. Trying not to notice.

Which proved to be easier said then done, when she moved over and sat down next to him.

He could hear the train approaching, and he stood walking over to the platform, and watching her follow.

Danny stepped onto the train, and tried to find the most crowed place on the train, but had no such luck that morning, so she simply stood behind his and continued to blatantly check him out.

After getting off, she walked beside him smiling. Looking at her, he offered a friendly smile.

Once the cold air hit him, he broke out into another rum, and didn't stop until he was safely inside the walls of the NYPD building. Out of breath and sweating profusely.

Flack walked around the corner and spotted his friend, chuckling to himself as he walked over to his side. Danny looked up and into the amused eyes of one of the NYPD's finer detectives.

"So, what exactly were your morning activities?"

Danny looked back down, and stated that he had ran to work.

Flack stared at his friend, "In that?"

Standing back up, he looked down at his attire, "You think it doesn't go with my shoes?" He asked, laughing at his own joke.

Don just shook his head, "Yeah, yeah laugh it up Messer, just remember I'm not the one who has to deal with Casey this morning."

He groaned, "I've got Casey today, are you serious?"

Flack nodded, walking off and calling over his shoulder, "I feel for you and Monroe, Danny I really do."

Looking up at the ceiling, Danny smiled at the thought of Lindsay being there to brighten his day after Casey.

It wasn't really anything personal against Detective Casey, he had just always considered himself to be a better cop, and an even better player, than he could really live up too.

XxXxXxX

Lindsay arrived on scene, and saw Payton coming out of the building. "Hey." She called, causing the other woman to smiled down at her.

"Good morning Lindsay." She said in passing.

"Mornin'."

"Oh Lindsay, I just want to warn you, it's not a pretty sight in there. One of the worst one all year."

She looked back over at the building, and turned back again.

"Thanks."

"Of course." She said smiling, and walking away with a wave over her shoulder to Lindsay.

Walking slowly into the building, while carrying her kit, and balancing her camera and coffee in the other hand. She began to survey her surroundings, but stopped when she saw Danny. Smiling that he had changed into something warmer than what he had left her apartment in.

He was talking to a man that she didn't recognize, and she watched as the mystery man gave her a once over. Danny turned at the gesture, and she saw Danny smile at her.

She returned it with one of her own bright well mannered smiles, which lessened when she met the eyes of the man standing behind Danny, who had obviously thought she had been smiling at him.

She had neared them by this point, and he stuck his hand out to her.

"Detective Michael Casey."

She graciously accepted his hand, "Lindsay Monroe."

"So you're another scientist?" Casey asked, seemingly interested.

Danny scoffed at the comment, but quickly tried to cover it with a cough.

Michael turned toward him, "Problem Messer?"

"No, no problem. Just don't you normally refer to us 'scientists' as computer geeks who don't deserve governments pay?"

Lindsay smiled slightly, but turned with a look of mock interest to Casey.

"Where do you need me Danny?" Lindsay finally asked, when it became clear that neither man was willing to lose the staring contest they had begun.

The use of his name caught his attention, but Casey beat him to the punch.

"You can come in here and help me, I'm not to familiar with all this science stuff."

She smiled at Michael and followed him into the back room, where she was met with an all too familiar setting.