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Because of the events of the previous evening, Mac hadn't set a time for Danny and Lindsay to return to the lab. Danny awoke at 9:12, rolling off the couch and stretching his arms far above his head to relieve his cramped and sore muscles. After rolling his shoulders a few times and kneading a few kinks out of his lower back he placed his glasses on the bridge of his nose and wandered into the kitchen to start some coffee brewing. That done he headed toward Lindsay's bedroom in search of some clean clothes.

The door wasn't completely closed and he nudged it open just a little more to peek in on her. Seeing that she was still soundly sleeping he swung the door fully open and just stood staring for a moment. She was curled into a tight ball turned toward the open door, her right hand open and cradling her cheek while her left hand was curled into a small fist resting gently against her chin. Sometime during the night she had kicked the blankets off and his eyes traveled a heated path along her form, gently caressing every hill and valley before returning and resting on her slightly parted lips. 'She reminds me of Sleeping Beauty,' he mused, 'Wonder if she'd awaken with my kiss?'

"Done staring cowboy?"

His startled blue eyes flew to her sleepy brown ones. He did something neither of them expected; he blushed. He started stammering a reply but in the end Lindsay just burst out laughing causing him to close his open mouth and smile.

"Just looking for some clean clothes Montana," he grinned.

"Last I checked you put them in the dresser drawer, not my bed," she replied while smiling.

"Well, ya got me there. I couldn't help myself I guess." He stepped over the threshold and moved to stand in front of her offering a hand.

She sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed taking his hand allowing him to pull her up and into his arms. His other hand came up to cup her cheek, gently rubbing his thumb across her lips. She smiled up at him and encircled his waist with her free arm drawing him closer until their lips met. Heat skittered along every nerve ending that was pressed up against him. He opened his mouth and teased her lips with his tongue until she opened for him, then deepened the kiss. She was pressed up against him fully now, feeling every inch of his long, hard body. She slid her hands up his back and around to his chest as his hands ran down her body to her waist pulling her even closer. They couldn't get close enough.

Don entered the lab with a thick file folder in his hand and immediately went in search of Mac. "Mac, I got Lindsay's phone records for the last six months. Got home and cell records, thought we should be thorough."

"Okay Don, lets get setup in the lab and see if we can connect any of the numbers."

"I also requested call logs from Lindsay's family and friends in Montana since that was the site of the last homicide. They'll probably be here middle of the week"

Mac smiled, suitably impressed, "Great work Don, I'll call Stella and see if she can join us, I want to get as far as possible before the case file and evidence arrive from Montana on Monday morning."

"Hey speaking of Montana, just where are Lindsay and Danny anyway?"

"Well I told them after last nights events they didn't have to be in at exactly 8:30am but I figured they'd at least be here by 10am." Checking his watch he noticed it was 10:17am. "Maybe we should give them a call."

Lindsay and Danny broke the kiss as their need for air became apparent and looked at each other with wonder and awe. Danny couldn't help but think that never had it been like this. Yes he had been a player in the past; always looking out for him, but this … this was different. This emotion was deeper, scarier, yet much more satisfying. He smiled and pushed a thick curl behind her ear. The softness in her eyes, the gentleness in her touch, the play of light on her burnished brown curls all were playing havoc with his heart and before he could stop he wrapped himself around her like a cocoon and took her lips with his once more. She slid her hands up his chest to wrap around his neck and stood on her tiptoes in a quest to quench the hunger he had stirred in her. Their appetite for each other seemed voracious and uncontrollable

Lindsay had, of course, heard the many rumors about Danny back at the lab. She had never believed in judging someone through other's opinions, but developed her own thoughts based on her personal experience with that individual. She always thought she could trust her judgment implicitly, but then she met Danny. Her mind kept telling her to get as far away as possible, but her heart and her body kept calling out for him. Just a smile, a glance, a touch, a whisper, that was all; or so she kept telling herself. Every time she thought about pushing him away her heart cried out to pull him closer, so she did. She pressed herself against him from nose to toes and felt the proof of his desire for her press tightly against her belly.

Danny quickly pulled away, or at least tried to. "Montana," he breathed huskily, "We gotta stop, baby."

"No Danny, no we don't," she met the fire blazing in his beautiful blue eyes with a heat all her own.

He breathed deeply as his hands dipped lower to rest on the curve of her buttocks. "Baby, we're not ready for this," he sighed regretfully. He saw the frown pucker her forehead and placed a kiss tenderly to the spot where her eyebrows had drawn together, "There is nothing I would like more than to take you back to that bed and keep you occupied for the better part of this day and night, but we have to go to the lab, and we need to resolve your situation."

She nodded slowly because she knew he was right, but she was loath to pull away completely just yet. "Okay," she pouted, "After one more kiss?" 'Oh my God,' he thought, 'how do you say no to that?' And he didn't.

He sat in the passenger seat with his hand absently stroking the long patch of hair growing just below his bottom lip. His thoughts weren't on the passing scenery they were on the woman. She was both the bane and the reason for his existence. She hadn't pulled the trigger but she had killed his brother just the same. It's not important what Ace had done to her, it only mattered what she had done to him. Garcia, Vega and himself were the last of the cartel outside of a cell. She had done that as well. Had he been a little older, he would be behind bars with the rest of them, or he would be dead. That would have been her fault as well. Everything in his life now hinged on the outcome of this trip to New York. Her last partner had been most helpful in finding the bitch. There her phone number and address were for the taking in the address book. How stupid. Oh she was going to pay, she and everything that touched her miserable little life.