Disclaimer No owning going on here, just fantasizing and it's ever so pretty in my mind. I hope CBS doesn't mind me borrowing and manipulating their characters. They'll come back unharmed I promise. ;)

The day did not start off well. First Danny stole the parking spot Lindsay was starting to know as hers. Next Lindsay decided to use the microscope in the lab that Danny always used. They were getting in each other's way every ten seconds and it was starting to grate on both of their nerves, but mostly Lindsay's. She had received a disturbing phone call early that morning that had started her day on the edge.

Backing up Lindsay slammed into a body, she sighed and turned, "Do you have to be everywhere I am?"

"It's your magnetic personality." Danny said with a sardonic smirk and leaned in, "I can't stay away."

She pushed him away from her and walked around him, "Learn." She snapped.

"Okay Montana, I'll bite," He crossed his arms and looked at her, "What's wrong?"

"What makes you think that you being a pain means there's something wrong with me?" She asked with a raised eyebrow, choosing to ignore his use of the nickname she hated.

He held his hands up, "All right, sorry, snapper. Pardon me for caring."

She grabbed her results out of the printer and walked passed him with a shake of her head, "Right, you care." She muttered and headed down the hall to share her findings with Mac.

His eyes followed the path she took. He sighed and silently went back to work. About twenty minutes later his beeper went off. He looked down, Mac's office; he cleaned up what he was working on, took off his lab coat and headed out.

"You beeped?" He said once he got to the office doors.

"I need you at a scene in Central Park," Mac was standing behind his desk, "Take Lindsay, she just finished a case."

Danny opened his mouth to protest. He really wasn't in the mood to be snapped at all day, but thought the better of it. Mac was rarely in an arguing mood and Danny didn't have a lot of luck to push these days. He nodded, "Right, what's the situation."

"Dead guy on a bench looks to be stabbed with a plastic knife." Mac said.

"You're kidding."

"Do I look like a man who kids?"

Danny had to smirk at that, "No, you really don't."

"Flack's meeting you at the scene, Lindsay's in the locker room." Mac sat down and shuffled some papers signalling that this conversation was over.

"Okay," Danny muttered.

Lindsay wasn't going to slam the locker like a pouting school girl, but did Mac have to keep pairing her up with Danny? The man drove her insane just by breathing!

"Looks like you're stuck with me." Danny commented as he leaned on the door of the locker room. He watched her pull her hair out from her jacket and bit his lip to stop his mind from going somewhere completely inappropriate.

Lindsay looked over at him biting his lip and licked hers. This was insane! She rolled her eyes, "The gods are not smiling on me today." She shut her locker and looked at him grimly, "Let's get this over with."

He looked down at her as she walked by him, "After you."

Because of emergency vehicles they had to park a couple of blocks away. So they walked in silence their eyes fixed in front of them when all of a sudden Danny pushed Lindsay into an arched doorway covering her body with his.

"Danny Messer what the hell do you think you're doing?" She hissed at him because his body had knocked the wind out of her.

"Just don't talk for a second," He said against her ear both hands on either side of her head, "Look over my shoulder, do you see a guy with salt and pepper hair, a navy blue pinstripe suit and about four guys that could pass for goons?"

She didn't have a lot of room to move; both of their kits were at their feet, so she pressed her hands on his chest to give her some space then looked over his shoulder. Sure enough there was an older gentleman wearing what Danny had described and the four guys who looked like over the top bouncers. "Yeah I see him, what about him?"

"Just tell me when he's gone." Danny said keep his face buried in her shoulder.

Lindsay licked her lips and desperately tried not to think about the precarious position they were in. She watched the man be put into a limo and then the goons followed in another vehicle. When both were out of sight she pushed Danny away from her, "They're gone now could you give me my space?"

He rubbed the back of his neck and looked in the direction the vehicles had gone, "Thanks." He muttered reaching for his kit.

She watched him start walking toward the park again and quickened her pace to catch up, "I'm sorry at any point in time are you going to tell me what the hell that was about?" She asked.

He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, "No."

"No?" She was incredulous, "You just had me up against a building watching some man get into a limo and you aren't going to explain that?"

He quickened his pace, desperate to get to the scene and start working, "No." He said again.

She sighed; this was obviously going no where. Fine if he was going to be that way then she just wouldn't talk to him anymore. "I'll go find Flack." She said sharply and walked away from him.

Danny grimaced and watched her walk away; this was not good at all.