A/N: Hey all. Sorry it has been so long since I last posted/reviewed anything for those of you who write the lovely stories that never cease to entertain me... I have been suffering from some hardcore writer's block since the finale (and maybe even a little before that), hence the no bueno on updates and stuff. I've tried to beat this out of myself though, because I figured that if I broke it, ideas would come flooding back. So, this being said, if this little oneshot sucks like I feel it does, I do apologize and hang tight... I'm working on it!...

As a forewarning, this chapter is filled with content that doesn't quite fall into that of a T rating... so basically there's a teeny tiny M rated scene and language throughout; so just wanted to forewarn you.

Huge thank you to each and everyone of you who reviewed last chapter (a million years ago it seems now!), Every single one of your comments were so encouraging and supportive... So thank you. Special mention and thanks to: piper maru duchovny, webdlfan, ZoeyBug, FoxPhile, dl-shipper34, iheartcsinewyork, DantanaMM, Anon :), rhymenocerous, ioanhoratio, NothatRose, rapidtetv, Sweet LIL loz, brendanakai, jennifer32485, saderia, 18lzytwner, TAsolo, Meredith and Derek, afrozenheart412, Wait To You See Me Smile.

Set sometime in season five. hah

It's All Coming Back to Me Now – Celine Dion

But if I touch you like this, and if you kiss me like that...

As darkness filled her surroundings, Lindsay glanced from side to side before clearing her throat and dropping the shirt she had been folding onto her's and Danny's bed. "Very funny, Dan! Turn the lights back on babe?"

"I didn't turn them off, I thought you had."

"Babe, seriously." She called as she felt her way toward the bedroom door. "I'm not kidding, turn the lights on."

"Linds, I'm telling you, I didn't turn them off."

"Maybe the fuse went?" She suggested as the tone of Danny's cell rang through the apartment. He pressed the little green button on his BlackBerry and held it to his ear.

"Flack? Good timing you've got there; Linds and I are stood here in the darkness, wanna give me a little 411 on it?" He paused as Flack spoke down the line. "You serious?"

Lindsay pulled her iPhone from her pocket and used the LED light to guide her towards Danny.

"So what? We just sit tight?... No yeah, I appreciate you callin' buddy... Yeah I'll tell her. Keep me in the loop, pal." As Danny hung up, he reached for Lindsay's hand and pulled her towards him. "Yeah, apparently there's a black out."

"No shit." Lindsay teased. "That's brand new information, sweetheart. You're sure as hell in the right field, being a detective and all..."

"Smartass," Danny laughed as he laced their fingers together and led her to the couch. "There you go, sit."

"And do what?" She mused, "Twiddle my thumbs?"

"If it makes you happy." His tone indicated he'd said that with a smirk. "I'm gonna go get some candles and a flashlight."

Lindsay smiled up at him as she tapped the screen of her iPhone again, giving them a small bit of light between them. "Sounds like a plan, batman."

Chuckling, Danny headed off towards the kitchen and grabbed the flashlight they kept in a cabinet before heading to the bedroom to grab Lindsay's candles from the bathroom and bedroom. Within minutes he'd joined her back in the living room and was lighting the candles with the matches he'd also grabbed while he'd been in the kitchen.

"Well, not exactly what we had planned for tonight." Danny mused as he sat next to Lindsay after lighting the last candle. "But you know having absolutely nothing to do might not be so bad."

Lindsay smiled as she turned on the couch and snuggled into his side as he wrapped his arm around her. "Could you grab that blanket? I'm a little cold."

Danny stretched and grabbed the blanket that was draped over their couch. He unravelled the material before covering him and Lindsay with the worn blanket. "Better?"

"Much better." She giggled as she pressed her back into his chest and snuggled into him and pulled his arms around her. "So..."

"So..."

"What did Flack say?"

"He was just tryin' to forewarn us that it'd hit us. Lights went out at Times Square... Like he was stood at the scene and then boom. Pitch black."

"Wow," Lindsay gasped at the prospect at the sheer darkness of a place that was always so bright and busy. "Any idea why?"

"Nope, but he said if he hears anything, he'll let us know."

"That's sweet of him."

Danny chuckled. "Ever since he found out about you being pregnant, he really takes an extra second or two to think about you; like he told me to keep you sat down so you don't go stumblin' into anythin'."

"Aaaww," Lindsay smiled as she snuggled further under her blanket. "That's so thoughtful of him."

"But I lit candles." Danny added, "So we have light. That was thoughtful too, right?"

"I said it was thoughtful of him; not that I loved him and wanted to spend the rest of my life with him." Lindsay teased. "I know you think about all that stuff anyway, Dan, you don't have to worry about him upstaging you."

"Good." Danny chuckled as he reached for Lindsay's hand and laced their fingers together before resting them on the blanket. "'Cause we couldn't be having that."

"Nope," Lindsay smiled as she laid her head against Danny's chest. "I guess it could do us some good... You know? Sitting here and talking."

"Probably." Lindsay could feel him smiling against her skin as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder. "I could think of other things too."

"So could I..." Lindsay giggled. "Doesn't mean we have to do them."

"But you know..." Danny breathed against her neck as he peppered the area with kisses. "We might have a lot of time to kill."

"We might..." Lindsay closed her eyes and revelled in the sensation of Danny kissing her neck like he was. At times, she hated him. He could have her as putty in his hands within mere seconds; and she had absolutely no idea how he could do it. All it took was a kiss or two, and she was fighting the urge to pin him down.

Well, sometimes she fought the urge.

She let out a whimper, indicating weakness to Danny which gave him the courage to let go of Lindsay's hand he'd been holding, and ran his fingertips down her sides as he toyed with the hem of her shirt.

She bit her lip as his fingers ran across her belly. "You're beautiful," he whispered in her ear.

Lindsay giggled as she squirmed against him. "That tickles, and I'm pretty sure that's not what you're going for here."

Grabbing the hem of her shirt, Danny nudged Lindsay forwards and tugged it over her head. Mindful of the candles and their open flames, Danny placed the shirt on the floor of the living room before fusing his lips to her and revelling in the free reign of her neck.

Lindsay wanted to do something with her hands. Her fingertips itched to roam all over the body she'd memorised years ago, but in her position with her back to him, it was proving difficult. So to free herself of her struggles, she shoved the blanket away and moved to the other side of the couch, using the arm to prop her head as she licked her lips and subtly raised her eyebrows at Danny. With a predatory look in his eyes, he crawled the short distance towards her, and positioned himself so that he hovered above her.

"Impatient?" he implored as her fingertips went for the hem of his shirt.

"Horny." She corrected with a smile before tugging the garment in her way over his head and discarding it on the floor.

Although Lindsay was showing a little more nowadays, she was by no means showing dramatically... yet. Danny was conscious though – perhaps overly conscious of the fact that their child lay between them. It wasn't that he was hesitant as such, just a little scared of lowering himself and his body weight onto Lindsay, and hurting their baby in the process. And he was actually doing a good job of hiding his uncertainty.

Lindsay just knew him too well.

She looped her finger in his dangling Dog Tags and pulled him towards her. "I spoke to the Doctor. You can't hurt her."

"Him." He corrected her instantly in-between kisses.

"I'm not discussing this now." Lindsay informed him as he carefully placed himself so that not a fibre of his being was touching her stomach. "Danny!"

"Lindsay, I don't want to hurt her... him... the baby."

"And you won't!" She growled at him as she pulled him down. "Please Danny," she whispered against his lips.

He let out a breath and pressed a kiss to her plump lips. "What if..."

"I'll tell you." She whispered. "You started this, so finish it."

He didn't even bother to fight the smile that tugged at his lips. He sat up momentarily and tugged his wifebeater over his head and dropped it on top of his shirt that Lindsay had just freed him of. He then took the opportunity to remove Lindsay's pyjama bottoms. He made a point of hooking his finger underneath the waistband and tugged them down her legs; his fingertips grazing the whole of her thigh as he did so.

Arching into Danny, his ministrations were killing her. He knew all of her buttons to press; he knew where to kiss; he even knew what to whisper.

And she knew he hadn't even started yet.

"Dan, please." She cried.

"All in good time, sweetheart." He smirked as he removed his jeans and underwear.

"All in good time me later," Lindsay growled against his lips. "How about you satisfy me now..."

"That I can do." He smirked in the candlelight of the room before giving Lindsay what she so desperately wanted. He took his time in sliding into her, giving her the chance to mould herself around him.

"Promise me you'll tell me if I'm hurtin' you."

"You're killing the mood." Lindsay informed him. "Stop worrying."

"But..."

"I'll tell you." She growled.

"I just... I love her and I don't want to hurt her."

"Or him." Lindsay giggled as she drew him closer by wrapping her arms around his neck.

Ignoring Lindsay's smartass remark, Danny began slow as he found his confidence. They'd made love in the few months that Lindsay had been pregnant but lately things were becoming more real, and making him a little more nervous. Lindsay though was still making the same noises that never failed to spur him on; she was pressing kisses to the same areas, and she was drawing him in with her hips... and soon, the anxiety he'd felt before disappeared.

"Montana... I-..."

He was promptly cut off by his shrill cell phone, vibrating and screaming against the table.

"Leave it," Lindsay pleaded.

"It could be Flack."

"It hurts me deep that you'd give Flack priority right now."

Pressing a kiss to her forehead, Danny stretched and grabbed his cell phone and looked at the caller ID. "It's Mac!"

"Answer it." Lindsay rasped.

"I can't! I left it too lon... fuck... he hung up."

"Well, now he's going to be pissed... having to call twice."

"Maybe he'll call someone else." Danny panted as he tossed his phone onto the floor.

"Or maybe you'll be the one shifting through the crap in the dumpster."

"Oh fuck me!" Danny whined at the prospect.

"I'm trying to!"

Smirking at his witty girlfriend, Danny lowered his lips and met her's in a soft kiss. That soft kiss soon deepened, leaving them both short for air. Just as they were regaining their rhythm together, Danny's cell phone began screaming the same tune.

Breathless, Danny grabbed his phone and spluttered into the mouth piece. "Mac, hey?... "He paused as he listened to Mac at the other end of the line. "I'm actually in the middle of something right now..."

"Literally." Lindsay smirked as she scraped her nails down his back and buried her head in the nape of his neck as she pressed lingering kisses to the area.

"Yeah... in the middle of a blackout..." Danny managed to rasp out before nudging Lindsay's head away from him, effectively stopping the kisses. "Lindsay and I are tied up with something and..." Lindsay's forehead creased as Danny paled in the candlelight of the room.

"Yes sir," he muttered. "Will do." The conversation then promptly ended and Danny chucked his phone to the loveseat that sat on the opposite side of the room, a stream of expletives leaving his potty mouth as he did so.

"Whoa!" Lindsay cried. "Danny, what the..."

Rolling back on his heels, Danny stood from the couch and began to gather his clothing, muttering how much he hated his life, job and the city of New York. Lindsay observed her boyfriend for a moment or two as he dressed his bottom half. Once he'd buttoned his trousers, she grabbed his hand and turned his so that she was looking up at him. "What's the matter, baby?"

"Nothin'." He mumbled.

"Nothing?" she smiled, despite feeling a little disheartened that their love making wasn't going to materialise properly like she hoped it was going to. "It doesn't seem like nothing."

"What I do in my own time is my fuckin' own business." He growled as he tugged his wifebeater over his head with quite a significant amount of force. "What did he want me to say? Ten minutes Mac, I'm just having candlelight sex with Lindsay right now; can you call back in fifteen minutes?"

"Fifteen minutes?" Lindsay smirked.

He whipped her with his shirt before letting the smirk that was tugging at his lips flash itself at her. "Perhaps I was being a little critical on myself, an hour..."

"You wish!" she giggled as she leant up towards him as he leant down to her, meeting in a soft kiss.

"You're mean."

"I know." She smiled. "Did he say something to you?"

Danny shrugged as he sat next to her and covered his feet with his socks. "Just that he didn't want to know what you and I were engagin' in and there were limits that we need to have a conversation about..."

"To be fair, what else could we have been doing in the middle of a black out?"

"I could show you." Danny whispered as he nudged her backwards in her previous position of being propped up by the arm of the couch.

"You could also get your ass kicked." She giggled in his ear as he placed kisses to her neck. "We'll press pause on this, carry on when you get back?"

"I could be gone for hours," Danny sighed.

"Well, I have plenty of things I can be doing."

"Like what?" he laughed incredulously as he grabbed his wallet and keys that had fallen from his jeans pocket.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Lindsay smirked as she patted his cheek. "Perhaps I'll text you when you're at work; make the night go a little quicker."

"You're gonna be the death of me; you know that right?"

Lindsay merely winked at him as she grabbed her top and pulled it over her head.

"You gonna wear a bra with that?" Danny pressed as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"Does it look like I'm gonna wear one?"

Picking up his phone, Danny glanced at the time.

"Don't even think about weighing up whether or not you have time."

"I already went there." He smirked. "What you gonna do 'bout it?"

"Nothing," she smirked as she stood from the couch and grabbed her pyjama bottoms. "I'll make you some coffee."

Standing on her tiptoes, Lindsay pressed a kiss to his cheek before heading out of the room with a spring in her step.

The way she'd trailed her fingertips down his cheek and the way she kissed him drove him wild... and then in the next second, she could do something as thoughtful as fixing him some coffee and sending him on his way.

He took a moment as his brow furrowed at the prospect of Lindsay making him some coffee... in the middle of a blackout. "LINDS!"

"I know..." she called from the kitchen. "I'm a moron. I forgot... Power's out. No coffee. Sorry honey."

He took a few short strides to where she leant against the wall and laced his fingertips around her back as he pulled her close. "I love you."

"I know, I love you too."

"And I'm sorry..." he gestured between the two of them. "You know..."

"What, you've gone over all shy? You're sorry you couldn't finish screwing me? It's okay."

"See, now I was under the impression we were making love."

"What are you?" she implored. "A girl?"

"I'm going." He teased with a glint in his eye. "Be careful, k?"

"Be careful? Babe... I'm going to bed; I can't get more careful there."

"Well, it depends on what you're doing."

"Nothing that requires your assistance."

"That hurt me."

"Good." She smirked. "Call me when you get to the scene, okay?"

"And tell you what; I didn't get scared in the dark?"

"Whatever you want to tell me... I just want to know that you're there..."

"Bullshit. You want to know how shitty Mac is with me."

Lindsay blushed a little as she opened up the apartment door. "Am I that see through?"

"Yeah-ha!" Danny exclaimed as he pressed a kiss to her cheek. "If you go to bed, blow the candles out, but take one to the bedroom so you can see."

"I'm not stupid, baby." Lindsay reminded him. "But I will... now go before Mac kills you. I really don't want to work tonight."

"Oh, ever the comic."

"One tries." She smiled. "The quicker you leave, the quicker you'll be home."

Danny smiled and resisted the urge to make another smartass comment that would have them bantering for another ten minutes.

"Bye babe." He smiled; just as he turned to head out the door, Lindsay grabbed his hand and pulled him towards her. Her lips fused to his lightly, making his entire body tingle and sent his mind spinning with the sensations.

When she finally pulled away, she smiled. "Bye baby."

As he shut the door behind him, he let out a long, laboured breath as he prepared himself for an evening of work. As he headed to the stairwell he mused that no matter how she touched him, or how she kissed him, she stirred feelings in him – feelings that he hoped and prayed he'd feel for the rest of his life.

Thanks for reading guys, I hope the ways I struggled with this weren't as visible as what I feel they are. And for the record, I don't know what on earth would happen if there was to be a black out in NYC - I tried to talk very little about it and used a creative license for the little I did - so if any of you do know, and I was way out, I do apologize.

Thanks for reading. I'd really appreciate your thoughts and comments :)