NOTE: Thanks to the girls in the Danny/Lindsay thread at Talk CSI for this idea!
Lindsay emerged from Danny's bathroom feeling fresh as she just showered. She rubbed her hair dry and inhaled in the air. Danny was cooking something and it smelled good. His apartment was decorated for Christmas. There was a little Christmas tree near the television.
"Mmmm," she said. "Something smells good. What are you cooking?"
"Spaghetti," he said from the kitchen.
"I didn't knew you could cook spaghetti."
"Well, then I'm full of surprises, eh?"
"Shut up and give me some spaghetti, Messer," said Lindsay, laughing. "I'm starving here."
He smiled and gave her a plate with spaghetti on it. Lindsay tasted some. "Wow, this is good, Danny. Who taught you to cook?"
"Ummm... Stella."
Lindsay laughed. "Oh my God; Stella taught you how to cook?"
"Well, a few months ago, she came to me and asked me to taste some spaghetti she made. I said I'll taste some and when I did they were good so I asked her if she could teach me and she said sure."
"Wait; what was she making spaghetti for?"
"Beats me. She said something about Mac. Do you think there's something going on between Mac and Stella?"
"Why?"
"Well, look at it this way; they work together on almost any case, they're always standing together, they're always alone in a room... and you know what happens when a man and a woman are in a room together."
"And you blame me for gossiping so much."
"Aight, how about a bet on the Christmas dinner this coming Saturday on Christmas Eve?"
Lindsay folded her arms together. "What bet?"
"I bet you that Mac will ask Stella to dance with him."
"That'll never happen," said Lindsay. "You're on."
"Oh, and the loser of the bet has to pay for the bill the next time we go out for dinner."
He offered his hand and she shook it. "You know you'll never win this bet, Danny."
"Oh, we'll see, Montana."
They ate their dinner and after dinner was done and the plates were washed and put away, they settled for a movie. Since Danny's a fan of horror flicks, he chose "The Exorcist". Lindsay wasn't too pleased though. Whenever a scary scene came, she quickly covered her eyes. Danny thought she looked adorable; almost like a little girl.
"Aw, come here, baby," he said and wrapped his arms around her as she snuggled in deeper. He rested his head on hers. "I can't believe you're afraid of horror movies. You face murderers and kidnappers and rapists almost everyday."
No response.
"Lindsay?"
He turned to look at her. She had fallen asleep. Danny took a few minutes to gaze at her face. He gently stroked her cheek with his hand. He glanced at his watch. It was getting quite late. Besides, he and Lindsay had to get to work early tomorrow. He gently carried her in his arms to his bedroom and gently put her down on his bed.
"Danny?" said Lindsay in a sleep voice.
"Shhh... you need to sleep."
He covered her with his blanket and kissed her lightly on the lips.
"Goodnight," he whispered.
"Where will you be sleeping?" asked Lindsay suddenly, sitting up.
"On the couch. Why?"
"I was thinking that maybe you can... stay here? With me?"
Danny grinned. "Scared?"
Lindsay's face grew a little red and Danny laughed. "Alright."
He climbed into bed and Lindsay lied down again. Danny did the same and covered themselves with the blanket. He hugged her until she fell asleep. He kissed her on her cheek. "Good night, Montana."
"I love you, Danny," mumbled Lindsay.
"I love you too."
To be continued...