Sorry! I've been partly lazy but mostly busy. Ok fine mostly lazy but I am on holiday in China as of now so expect some updates. Finally. Enjoy and review! By the way, this chapter may get a bit in-between the T and M ratings. Just beware!

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To the rest of the lab, Danny and Lindsay were doing better than ever, a month after they'd finally gotten back together. When the two of them were in the A/V Lab, Adam didn't feel like there was a giant elephant sitting in the room and in the elevators, the tension between them was no longer so thick that you could cut it with a knife. Things looked like they were going great and to Danny, things were.

When the two of them worked the same shift or on the same case, they stuck to each other like glue. They would team up for interrogations or to process the scene, they even went as far as volunteering to go dumpster diving together for a murder weapon. Of course afterwards they had much more fun in the locker room showers together.

When they weren't working the same case, Danny would still try to be in the lab the same time she was, the two of them sneaking glances while processing evidence or avoid getting caught sending each other naughty chat messages while sitting in their office.

For Danny, things had finally gotten back on track. He could focus on his job and trying to reach for that promotion, but at the same time, was able to enjoy being a boyfriend to his Montana.

"Hey Danny," Lindsay smiled up from her case folder as she approached the elevator. They both reached to push the down button at the same time and their hands touched. Even though the two had been dating for quite a while, Lindsay still blushed. She still couldn't shake that feeling that arose whenever she saw Danny.

"Hey Montana," he smiled, his hands in his pockets and rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. "Whatcha got there?"

"Case file of a rape victim from three years ago. The guy was never caught but we're thinking he just struck again," she didn't even look up at him. Danny understood though. Whenever a mass murder or a rape case landed in front of her, Lindsay threw herself into her work and wouldn't sleep (literally) until they'd solved it.

The elevator doors dinged open and Danny, being a gentleman, held it open for her. Everyone else had gotten off at that floor, leaving only them together in the elevator. Alone.

Lindsay was leaning against the back of the elevator, sighing in tiredness and frustration. Seeing her, Danny gently slid the case file she was holding out of her grasp and held it behind his back, his other hand bracing itself on the wall beside her head, their faces inches apart and their bodies in very close proximity. Too close.

"Hey, Linds, look at me," he whispered. Her eyes met his and immediately she felt that tension she'd been carrying around the past two days instantly melt away. God, those eyes.

"Linds, you need to go home and take a break. I'll tell Mac something. You've been working nonstop for the past three days."

"I have not!"

"Saturday, Sunday, Monday…I think that's three days Montana," he smiled at her and she scowled playfully.

"Give me back the case file!" she couldn't help but smile back, and reached around his waist to try and get it back, but he held it out of her reach.

"I'll give it back to you only if you promise to go home directly after this."

"Well I need to run to Adam in Trace and then see what Stella's got from the broken cassette tape we found in the park…"

He raised his eyebrows at her, "Come on Montana! I had no idea it'd be so difficult to get you to take a break! Relax!"

"I can't relax now that there's a rapist on the loose!" she reached for the file again but this time, he dropped it purposely on the floor.

"Klutz," she mumbled under her breath. As she bent down to collect the loose papers, Danny's hands caught her around her waist and pinned her to the opposite wall next to the elevator buttons. He leaned in so close that if she moved the slightest inch forward, there lips would touch.

"Don't make me force you to go home," he growled, pressing his lips against her neck. As soon as his lips met the heated flesh, she couldn't help but release the tiniest whimper. Even a couple months later, she was still putty in his arms no matter when, no matter where.

She dragged him up by his shirt collar and their lips fused together in a passionate kiss, their tongues instantly tangling together and Danny's hands resting on the curve of her back. As his hands inched slowly up the back of her shirt and his lips once again traveled down to her smooth throat, there was no room for Lindsay to think of anything other than the feeling of Danny's hands on her body.

He pulled her closer to him so that their bodies melded together, his hips pressed against hers oh so closely. It hadn't even occurred to either of them that they were currently in a moving elevator and at any moment, the doors could open on them. Not to mention there was security camera getting everything on tape.

In the past week, they hadn't spent as much time together as they would've liked to, and Danny especially had been a bit…frustrated that he hadn't gotten any. Well, now was his chance. His hands slowly slid down the length of her body, his fingers gently tracing the outline of the curves of her breasts and waist, prompting her to gasp and arch into his touch.

His hands slid further down till they were resting at the waistband of her pants. He instantly wished that she'd opted for a skirt that morning. Traveling between her legs, his palm pressed up against her, and she moaned loudly, hips thrusting against his hand. As his lips met the sensitive skin of her collarbone, one of her hands accidentally hit the emergency stop button.

Alarms broke them apart and the elevator shook to a stop. Snapping back to reality, Lindsay quickly combed her hair and bent down to gather the case file Danny had dropped earlier. Over the intercom, Mac's voice sounded out, "Everyone ok in there?"

Lindsay, still heaving from her and Danny's earlier escapade, motioned for Danny to answer. He cleared his throat, "Uh yeah Mac, Lindsay and I are fine. I uh…Dropped a case file and she accidentally uh…hit the emergency stop button. Sorry about that."

"Ok…just press the button again and it should start moving again."

Following his instructions, the pair ended up red-faced and short of breath the next floor below. Lindsay immediately ran to the locker rooms, but first gave Danny a chaste kiss on the lips and smiled.

As she pulled away, he whispered, "We'll be finishing this tonight, by the way." She blushed and they went their separate ways. Danny caught up with Adam and Mac in the A/V lab where Mac raised an eyebrow, pointing to Danny's visibly redder lips.

"You trying out a new shade of lipstick?" he asked, chuckling.

Danny quickly wiped it off, "Uh no. Um Lindsay decided to go home. She's been workin' everyday for the past three days so I told her I'd take her shift."

"You all caught up on the case?" Mac asked. "I assume that's what you and Lindsay were doing in the elevators, right?"

Danny gulped, his face reddening, "Yup, I'm just going to go find Stella now."

As he turned to leave the room, Mac stopped him, "Oh, Danny. Next time, could you and Lindsay wait until the night shift to…what do they call it these days…"

"Have elevator sex?" Adam piped up, his fingers clacking away at the keys and brought up the black and white surveillance footage of what had happened earlier. Danny thought he would die of embarrassment. Even Mac was chuckling.

"Sure thing boss," he forced a grimace and darted out of the lab to find Stella.

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Lindsay was exhausted by the time she got on the subway. Her apartment was almost 40 blocks away, while Danny's was only 20 some. Instantly, she thought of a way of surprising and thanking Danny when he got off his shift. She got off a couple blocks away from his apartment and grabbed the key he kept inside one of the lights on the wall in the hallway and let herself in.

Stepping inside, she instantly felt at home. She collapsed on his bed without even bothering to change into anything and breathed in the familiar scent of his cologne. When she opened her eyes again, the clock next to his bed read 7:38 PM. He hadn't come home yet.

Lindsay got up, splashed some water on her face, and went into the kitchen to prepare them some dinner. As she got out some ingredients for pasta, the phone rang.

"Danny Messer's apartment," she answered.

She was met with a woman's voice over the phone, "Hi, is Danny Messer there?"

"No, he's out right now. You should try his cell phone. Can I take a message?"

"Sure, just tell him that Rikki Sandoval called."

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BUM BUM BUUUUM. Ok well you couldn't expect this to be ALL fluff now could you?