A/N: Seven Springs IS a real place. But not in South Carolina. It's in Alabama. Northern Alabama. When I was little we lived there (oh, for about 3 years). There was this one spot on the river the locals called Seven Springs. Just up from it was good fishing, with Seven Springs being a great little swimming hole. The water was clear and clean and icy cold. If you didn't run and just jump in, you would never make it. No getting use to it slowly. You could dig down in the swallow parts about seven inches or so and the water would start bubbling up. Not far from the bank, was a hollowed out tree stomp, in which an underground current from the river filled. The water was cold, clear, and so clean you could drink it. When I lived there, we would take family trips on Saturdays and go swimming. Last time I went back, the land around this spot had changed hands and the new owners don't allow people on his land. No more Seven Springs.

Lindsey looked out of the passenger side window. Neither one had said anything once they had gotten into Bobby's truck. She watched as the world outside blurred past. She wondered where they were going, but Danny seemed to know, so she wasn't worried about that. Just scared at what would happen once they began to talk. Danny slowed the truck and pulled off the main road onto a little dirt one. The woods closed around them, but Danny drove on. The truck bounced as they traveled over rocks and potholes. Lindsey looked over at her companion. Danny had both hands on the wheel, and his focus was straight ahead. She could see through the slightly darkened truck cab that his jaw was set. Lindsey toward her attention to look out of the front windshield as Danny began to slow down and the came to a stop. He put the truck in park and killed the engine. For a moment they sat there, and then Danny undid his seatbelt, opened the door and slid out of the truck. Lindsey watched him walk around to the front and lean against the grill. She took a deep breath and also got out of the truck. "Where are we?" she asked, as she came to stand beside him.

"Seven Springs," he answered. In front of them a river cut its way through the terrain. The bank of the river slopped down gently toward the water. Lindsey listened to the crickets and the birds. The sound of the river floated to her ears.

"What are we doing here?" she asked. Danny pinched his lips together and looked over at her.

"We need to talk, Lindsey," he said seriously. "About…earlier." Lindsey nodded.

"Yeah." Danny licked his lips.

"Listen, I'm, umm, I'm sorry if I read you wrong," he said. Lindsey watched the lighting bugs in the woods as he talked.

"It's okay, Danny," she began.

"No, it's not." He turned so he could look at her properly. "I shouldn't have…shouldn't have crossed that line. I never meant to make you feel uncomfortable or anything."

"I over reacted, that's all." Danny dropped his eyes to the ground and then lifted back up and caught her gaze.

"I'm sorry I made you feel uncomfortable. I'm sorry for crossing that line. I'm sorry if I read you wrong," he said. "But I'm not sorry that I kissed you." Lindsey's eyes widen at his confession.

"Listen, Danny, you know as well as I do that that kiss shouldn't have happened."

"Why?" he questioned.

"Because." Lindsey swallowed hard. "It just…shouldn't." Danny took a step toward her.

"Montana," he said. "I don't regret that kiss. I only regret that I made you feel awkward." Lindsey noticed the step he took. She noticed how his eyes were again dark with emotion. How his lips were slightly parted. How his scent mixed and danced on the breeze with honeysuckles making her heart speed up and her mind twirl like she was intoxicated.

"Danny," she began, but was hushed when he put a finger on her lips.

"Don't talk," he said in a raspy whisper. He removed his finger and replaced it with his lips. Lindsey stood frozen. Stop him, her part of her mind screamed. You shouldn't let him kiss you! But Lindsey didn't listen. She found herself kissing him back. Unaware of anything else around them. She felt one of his arms slide around her waist and his other come up and cup her face. Her own arms slid around his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss finally broke, leaving both of them breathless. Danny licked his lips. He wanted to say something, but couldn't get words out. Lindsey dropped her eyes to his chest. A million thoughts running around her mind. He had kissed her. Again. And again she let him. She didn't know how it happened, but she suddenly realized that she didn't care.

"We can't keep doing that," Lindsey said.

"And just why not?" he asked as he lent down and brushed her lips. Then placed a kiss on her jaw. Then her neck.

"Danny, we're heading back home Friday," Lindsey began to reason. "Things go back to normal."

"Then we better get as much in before we head back," he answered as he nuzzled the curve of her neck. "Before normality sets in." Lindsey felt her breath catch in her throat. She knew what he wanted. Could feel it in the way his body had gotten hard against her. His lips burned her skin and one of his hands found its way under her shirt. Touching her bare skin just above her pants. Lindsey inhaled sharply. His lips found hers again. He slid his hand up and touched the side her breast.

"Danny," she said against his mouth. "We shouldn't…"

"Tell me to stop," Danny said in a hushed voice. "Tell me," he demanded again, and when she didn't answer he kissed her. Lindsey found herself kissing him back. Her arms again went around his neck. She couldn't say the words. Couldn't pull herself away. She wanted it as much as he did. Danny awoke things-feelings- in her that she had forgotten about. And still other emotions she didn't even know she had. Her body reacted to his touch. Her flesh becoming warm and red. Her breathing- short and shallow. She felt a burn in her stomach that threatened to consume her.

Danny turned her and pressed her body between the front of the truck on his own. His hands wandered over her. He smiled against her lips every time she would inhale sharply. He relished the thought that he could make her do that. His hands roamed under her shirt and up to her breasts. His fingers tugged at the material of her bra. He groaned when she arched herself against him. He had to have her. Damn the consequences. His fingers finally made contact with the smooth, soft skin of her breasts as he slid them underneath the lace.

Lindsey's body trembled. Her legs were in danger of giving out under her. She had a need to touch him. Her hands went between them, not to separate, but to fumble with the buttons of his shirt. When she finally had them undone, she pushed aside the fabric and ran her hands up his chiseled chest. It was Danny's turn to inhale sharply. Lindsey curled over her fingers and lightly dragged her nails back down him. When she got to his waistband, she stopped. But only for a second before she slid the tips of her fingers under it.

Danny's hands traveled down to the button of her jeans. He yanked at it until it gave. His hands slipped inside and moved with ease around her hips and down to cup her butt, pressing her even tighter against him. A sudden shrill pierced through the air. Danny's phone. At first they both ignored it, but finally Danny pulled back. It was-after all- his work cell. Danny growled as he grabbed it. He never stepped away from Lindsey, keeping her pressed to him. "Messer," he barked.

"Detective Danny Messer?" the voice on the other end sounded unsure.

"Yes, who's this?" Danny listened, and Lindsey knew something was wrong. "Right, we'll on our way." He snapped the phone shut and dropped his forehead to Lindsey's shoulder.

"What is it, Danny?" she asked. "What's wrong?" Danny took a deep breath, help it for the count of ten, and then let it out.

"It's Bobby and Kimberlin," he finally said, standing up straight. "They've been in a car wreak."

Now you all knew I wasn't going to make it easy...now didn't you?

TBC...