Disclaimer If I owned him I wouldn't spend my time writing about him believe me! As for the rest of the CSI:NY cast they of course belong to whomever they belong to, and it sure as heck ain't me. I'm just borrowing them...however all the originals are mine.

Passing By

Lindsay walked into the lab an hour after she started her shift with results from trace, "It would seem that the sticky substance on Mr. Williams fingers was," She paused when she realized Danny hadn't regarded her. "Danny?" She poked his arm.

He was sitting facing a monitor that had been paused on the fuzzy image of a man wearing a ball cap looking down at something in his hand. He jumped when Lindsay poked him, "Huh, uh what?" He rubbed his eyes, blinked a few times then smiled when she raised an eyebrow at him, "I, uh, couldn't sleep so I figured I'd get an early start on the surveillance footage."

"Couldn't sleep?" Lindsay smirked, "Or you just wanted to give her an easy getaway?"

It was Danny's turn to raise his eyebrows, "Her? Easy getaway? What kind of guy do you think I am?"

She blushed and looked at her hands, "Well you looked all decked out after shift yesterday so I figured you were going on a date."

He smirked and leaned back to fully regard the newest addition to the lab, "So from what I was wearing I was going on a date that ended in my bed and caused me to make a getaway? You really have an active imagination."

"So I'm wrong?" She challenged him.

"Very." That was all he was going to say about that, if she wanted to assume things about him he figured that was her problem not his. "So you were saying something about the sticky substance we sent to trace?"

"Wait I thought you were sleep…" She smacked his arm when he chuckled, "You're a shit."

"The sticky substance?" He repeated.

"Was glue," She finally relented.

"Hmm, interesting."

Phoenix had a restless sleep, when it came at all. She was sure her subconscious was out to get her; she couldn't get this guy out of her head. It was like he had set up permanent residence in the back of her mind and decided to take trips to the front of it. Before he was just a hot audience member to fantasize about, now he had gone and made himself real to her, why the hell did he do that?

She finally pulled herself out of bed, the last dream had been vivid and as pleasant as it could have been she really didn't need to go to work in that frame of mind. At the rate her mind was going she'd be close enough to asking Niles who this Danny guy really was.

Just as she pulled a turtleneck over her head there was a knock at her bedroom door, "Hey Nix, you up yet?" A woman called.

"Come in Clara!" Phoenix called back to her cousin's wife.

The woman waddled, very pregnant, into the room and sat on the edge of the bed, "Are you ready for moving day?" She looked around at all the boxes that littered the room.

Phoenix nodded, "Yeah I just have last minute stuff to shove into a suitcase."

"Can I just say that I really wish you weren't going?" Clara ran a hand over her belly and sighed.

"I know, but I have to start living on my own and I don't think I'll ever find a better deal." Phoenix explained softly. She had loved living with Niles and Clara but she desperately wanted a place of her own. "Besides once the baby is born he or she is going to need this room."

"I know, I know, but I gotta say it's been nice having you around."

"Oh stop it Clara it's not like I'm leaving the city!" Phoenix laughed and plopped on the bed to hug the woman, "I'm just a phone call and cab ride away whenever you need me."

"Are you sure you're gonna be safe?" Clara asked hugging Phoenix back. "Small town Wisconsin isn't the same as New York."

"Clara." Phoenix sighed, "I'm quite capable, I've been practicing at the firing range and besides the landlord said a cop lives in the building, I'll be perfectly safe."

"Oh all right fine you can go." Clara pouted.

Laughing Phoenix stood up and kissed her cousin on the head, "Remind me never to get pregnant, you're kinda whiney."

"Shut up, don't you have to get to the theatre?" Clara admonished struggling to get up off the bed.

Phoenix helped her up then looked at her watch, "Damn, you're right and I have to grab breakfast for the cast today." It took her another ten minutes to gather all of her stuff and head out the door.

It wasn't like the theatre was far from the Carter home, but when it was her turn to get food she liked to give herself time. She balanced the drink tray and bag of muffins in one hand while trying to shove the bag of butter and knives into her purse. She noticed the crime scene tape coming up on her side of the street and decided to cross so she wouldn't have to encounter it. She'd gotten used to the sirens and that yellow tape within the first month of living New York.

Just as she stepped off the curb she bumped into someone, "Sorry." She mumbled still trying to balance the food and not drop her purse.

"No problem." The voice sounded pleasant but she was in a hurry so she just waved and kept going.

"How can women do that many things while walking down a busy street?" Don Flack mused to the CSI walking with him. "I find it difficult to walk and chew gum."

Danny just watched the woman straighten herself up and head down the street and couldn't help but have the feeling that he knew her. He just couldn't place her. The brunette hair pulled up in a messy bun with chopsticks, the hoop earrings…why did she look so familiar?

"Hello?" Flack waved his hand in front of Danny's face, "Want me to get her number for you?"

"What? No, no I…don't we have a crime to investigate?" Danny got back to business ducking under the crime scene tape trying to knock that woman out of his mind so he could work.

"You're a mystery Danny Messer." Flack said with a slight lisp and laugh.

Danny smirked up at his friend, "It's what makes me so appealing, now tell me about this DB."