A/NThanks to everyone out there (even you lurkers…yes I see you hiding behind that pole). Hope you enjoy this latest chapter!

As always, special thanks goes to SallyJetson for the beta.

Chapter 12: Kiss, Kiss, Bang, Bang

Her head lay on his chest as she carelessly drew circles on his skin with her fingertips, meanwhile one of his arms was wrapped around her waist while the other skimmed through her curls. This is how she liked it, how she wished she could stay forever, never moving, never breaking the serenity. Unfortunately the remote digging into her side made it so she wasn't sure how much longer she could cope in that position. Eventually comfort won and she rose up to remove the offending object from her side, throwing it on a chair.

"You alright there?" Danny voiced from his position still sprawled out on the couch.

"Am now." She replied as she settled back down, planting a kiss on his lips.

"We alright?" He asked caressing her cheek.

"Were you not here awhile ago?" she asked with an air of confusion. "Did I sleep with someone else, or maybe I just had a very erotic and satisfying dream?" she teased, running her finger slowly down his chest.

"So we're good. That's all I needed to know," he smiled down at her.

"Yes, we're good." She replied as she lay back down on his chest, placing random kisses on his skin.

"So satisfying, huh? How satisfying are we talking here?" he asked, his grin turning cocky.

"Mmm, extremely satisfying," she replied, placing one more kiss to his chest, ensuring that his grin would be a permanent fixture for at least a little while longer.

A few more moments passed as they lay there, away from the outside world, wrapped up in nothing but each other, but of course tranquility cannot always last.

"Do you still think Jason is behind the threats?" Lindsay asked, staring straight ahead instead of at his face.

Danny took a deep breath, knowing that he had to tread these waters carefully. "Well, he definitely sent you those flowers, but there's no evidence to connect him to anything else."

"What does your gut tell you?" she asked, raising her head to look him in the eye.

"It says that I don't trust the guy worth a damn, but he's probably not the one behind it."

"Any leads?"

"Not unless you count asphalt and chicken feathers." Lindsay looked at him puzzled, waiting for more, but all she got was "Don't ask."

"Ooookay. Well you'll figure it out; there's always more evidence, you just have to find it."

"Don't go turning into Mac on me now, the thought of sleeping with my boss is just plain creepy, though we would have an excuse for doing it on his desk…" A well place punch to the gut stopped that line of though. "Don't worry, you'll always be prettier," he patronized as he kissed the top of her head and wrapped his arms around her a little tighter. "It's probably just someone's idea of a big joke, I mean I've been keeping my nose clean lately so what else could it be?"

"Well whoever it is knows your name, what you look like, and what car you drive." She pointed out, concern evident on her face.

Before he could respond his phone rang and he disentangled himself to search for his pants. Finding them on the floor he quickly unhooked his phone and answered on the third ring.

"Messer…okay…yep I can be there in 20… okay…bye."

He started to gather his clothes, answering "Mac" to Lindsay's unasked question. He finally spied his now two day old shirt behind the chair, noticing that it still smelled faintly of his dumpster experience the day before. "Do I have any other shirts here apart from the blue one you keep stealing?"

"Hey, it's comfortable and you know I look better in it than you."

"Only when you ain't wearing anything else." He replied gaining a laugh and a blush, while pulling on his pants and replacing his phone at his hip.

"I think there's a shirt in the closet, it's probably clean." She replied as she wrapped the couch throw around her body and began picking her own outfit off the floor,

A minute later he returned and starting doing up the button of his semi-clean shirt, stopping as Lindsay stepped forward to place her hands on his, her delicate fingers finishing up the job before continuing up to wrap around his neck. "Be extra careful okay? I've gotten kind of used to having you around." She asserted, the worry getting the best of her.

"Don't worry, you can't get rid of me that easy. You're my Montana and I'm afraid you're stuck with me." He stated holding her tightly to him and laying his forehead against hers once again, trying to extinguish her fears. "I need to get going."

"I know." She relented, giving him one last deep kiss before allowing him to break away and head out the door, watching as he flashed her one more smile before closing it behind him, leaving her alone with her worry.

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Danny got out of her building and headed towards the subway that would take him to the latest crime in the crazy city. As he walked his thoughts turned to Lindsay and how great it was that she was so worried about him; not because he wanted her to worry, but because he had been in very few relationships where the other person cared that much, usually because he didn't let them get that close and become that important. Yes, she had wormed her way into his heart and now he couldn't imagine it without her, sure that his heart had grown so much around her that it had become dependent, that if she were to leave, it would collapse on itself, and simply cease to function.

He pulled out his phone, and began sending her a text, not paying attention to anyone around him as he keyed in the message, that is until he felt a hard object jabbing into his spine and the all too familiar 'click' of the safety being released.