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.

Important Dates

On a Friday night before a much needed weekend off Phoenix was making a stir fry when she heard a loud thump coming from upstairs. It was curious but she went back to cooking, a second later there was another thump. It sounded bad, she tried to play it off but she couldn't, what if something had happened to him?

She softly knocked on his door when she got upstairs.

He opened it a second later, loose gym shorts on and a towel around his neck, regarding her with a smile he raised an eyebrow, "Well hi there."

She tried not to stare open mouthed, but really there was nothing else she could do, "I thought you umm," inwardly she begged her mouth to continue working, "I heard a noise."

He laughed, "Oh sorry I dropped my weights," He indicated behind him and ran the towle over his face, "Come on in."

"I don't want to impose." Good lord he was fantastic to look at.

"Sure you do." He just laughed and walked back into his apartment leaving the door wide open.

She watched him appreciatively then gasped when he flexed his back muscles. "Do you have eyes in the back of your head?" She managed to ask even though she was insanely embarrassed the he had caught her.

He looked over his shoulder, "Nope, just really clean windows." He indicated her reflection in the window in front of him with a smirk.

That damn smirk.

She noticed something then, on his left shoulder, the word didn't make much sense but the dates were interesting, "What do they mean?" She asked as she stepped into the apartment and closed the door.

"What does what mean?" He asked.

"Those dates on your tattoo," She pointed.

He licked his lips nervously and look down, "Nothing."

"They can't mean nothing or they wouldn't be there." She probed just a bit.

Quickly pulling a shirt over his head his eyes were fierce when they looked at her, "I said they mean nothing, so they mean nothing." He said sternly.

It was odd, he had frightened her ever so slightly from the moment she had laid eyes on him, but this reaction didn't scare her. It intrigued her insanely. His confidence had flickered for a moment there and in that moment Phoenix found her courage. In that instant he had admitted vulnerability and it made her curious and courageous. So she smiled at him, "Have you eaten?"

He was somewhat surprised that she hadn't recoiled in fear when he'd snapped. She really was endearing. "No," He ran the towel over his face again.

"Well then shower up and be down at my place in half an hour." She smiled at him and looked at the wine rack he had sitting next to his fridge, "You can bring the wine."

His smirk was back, he liked this new boldness, "Is that an order?"

"It's whatever you want it to be," She opened the door again; "I'll see you in half an hour."

"Ay, ay," He saluted, once she had closed the door he ran his right hand over his left shoulder and sighed, "Damnit."

He knocked on her door precisely half an hour later. She threw a towel on her shoulder and went to answer the door, "You're prompt." She blushed when he kissed her cheek.

He winked, "It was an order."

"Too right, the cork screw is in the drawer next to the sink," She indicated the kitchen.

As before he made himself right at home, he popped the cork and started pouring the rich liquid, "Listen I'm sorry about earlier." He said setting down the bottle.

She came up behind him and touched his left shoulder gently turning him around. She was insanely close to him and smiled when she could tell he hadn't expected this, "Everybody has secrets." She said quietly.

He looked at her lips then back at her eyes, "I left my phone upstairs." He said with a smirk.

She chuckled, a low rumble in her throat, "Brilliant." She licked her lips and just looked at him.

He couldn't take it any more he put an arm around her waist and a hand at the base of her neck before closing the distance between them, placing his lips firmly on hers. She snaked her arms around her waist and gripped his shirt tightly, she wanted to be damn sure this wasn't a dream. Although, he certainly tasted very real, if this kept up she'd flat out forget what dinner was let alone that it was cooking.

The alarm on the stove made them both jump.

"Dinner's ready." Phoenix said with a laugh.

Danny took both glasses of wine, "Great I'm famished." He leaned forward and quickly kissed her again, "Hungry too." He bit her lip lightly then walked out of the kitchen to where she had set the table.

Phoenix was finding it very difficult to maintain her control around this guy. It was like he was introducing her to her libido for the first time. Her skin felt alive, on fire and he had hardly touched her!

The talk over dinner was casual consisting mostly of answers to shallow, surface questions. When they both had finished their last bite Danny stood up and started collecting the dishes.

"What are you doing?" Phoenix asked.

"I thought it was pretty obvious," He laughed.

She stood and gathered some of her own and followed him into the kitchen, "Wow, you're a gentleman too?"

He pulled open the dishwasher and looked up at her, "I told you, I'm full of surprises."

"I'm starting to notice." She absently handed him the dishes in her hand.

"And this bothers you?"

"No, I'm just used to being the surprising one." She admitted.

"Ah yes, how many guys have you dated since you got here?"

"What difference does it make?"

"Call me curious."

She looked down, "No dating really, just slept with a couple of actors."

He laughed, "They weren't worth dating?"

She looked up at him and grinned, "They were just hot."

"So then really," He walked with her passed the table where they each took their wine glasses, "the last time you dated someone was in Wisconsin?"

"I guess so," She looked at him curiously as they sat on her sofa, "Are you going to arrive at some sort of point?"

He took the wine glass out of her hand and put it on the coffee table then moved closer to her, he had one arm up on back of the sofa behind her and the other took her hand, "You see here's my theory. Out there in small town cow tipping land men wouldn't have a clue what to do with a stunning creature such as you. Therefore, you would be in the perpetual role of control, dishing out surprises as you saw fit."

She gulped and stared at him, "So you're here to tell me you know what do with me?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," He said against her mouth.

"Desperately," She replied then pushed his back against the couch and straddled him. She grinned at the look of shock on his face, "But I still like being surprising."

He chuckled and let his hands trace the skin on her back under her shirt, "Well then I guess this could get really interesting." He smirked at her.

"You know you keep doing that." She said, undoing the buttons on his shirt allowing her hands to trace the top of his chest.

"Doing what?" He looked down at what she was doing, shifting his weight so she could move his shirt out of the way.

"Smirking," She put her hands on either side of his head, "It makes me want to just kiss it off your face."

He smirked again, "Don't let me stop you."

She chuckled and kissed the corner of his mouth, "I'd dare you to try." She whispered near his ear.

His voice was hoarse as he stood, "I wouldn't dream of it." He kept her legs around his waist and kissed her hungrily as he made his way to her bedroom.

Laying her on the bed he shrugged himself out of his shirt, "Now how did you know where my bedroom was?" She asked following his lead throwing her shirt on the floor.

He pushed her down on her pillow and rested himself on top of her, "I live above you," He looked up with his eyes, "Same layout."

"Right," She captured his mouth desperate to taste him again. She had no idea she could enjoy someone's mouth so much, he really knew what he was doing. His tongue should have been illegal, she couldn't help but groan and loved that it made him chuckle. He smiled against her mouth and kissed her harder, if he didn't take her now she thought she just might explode.

They were still only undressed from the waist up when the phone by her bed rang. Danny groaned and rested his forehead on hers then sat up allowing her to reach for the offending machine, "Damn Alexander Graham Bell." He muttered.

She giggled and kissed him quickly before speaking, "This had better be damn good, like you're dying or something equally as permanent." She said, not caring who it was.

"Elizabeth Phoenix Carter! That is not the way I raised you!"

AN Yeah I know, I'm just dang cruel...there will be another chapter soon:)