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 dreams were getting ridiculous. Lindsay lolled her head from side to side in front of the coffee pot at the beginning of her shift. She blamed the recent dreams on the events surrounding Danny getting trapped in a panic room at a scene. She was concerned about him so that's why she was thinking about him. Right? So then why did the dreams have nothing to do with panic rooms or concern and really only dealt with Danny, a lot of Danny.

She groaned then grabbed her mug and poured herself a cup, "That didn't sound good, having a bad day already?"

Closing her eyes she counted to five then put on the best face she could and smiled at him, "It's early, the day has time to redeemed itself." She leaned against the counter and concentrated on gripping the mug she was holding.

"Good attitude." Danny reached around her to grab the pot of coffee.

His arm brushed against her side and she had to resist the urge to gasp. She moved away, "So do you know if there are any assignments today?" She asked as causally as possible.

He took a sip of his coffee, "We get a rape and murder up in suburbia, it's pretty brutal."

"We?" She indicated, "you and I?"

"Uh yeah, that's usually what's meant by we. Why? Does this bother you?"

"Oh no," She shrugged, "You aren't gonna get yourself locked in the cellar or anything are you? Cause I don't think I'd try as hard as Stella to save you."

He gave her a look, "Those jokes aren't gonna get old any time soon are they?"

She walked by him and smacked his arm, "I wouldn't count on it. I'm driving."

"Why are you driving?" He asked following her out of the break room.

"Cause you might panic." She grinned.

He groaned and sighed, "Damn you're on a roll aren't you?"

She just laughed and took the keys from the ring. That's it Monroe, keep it light and you won't think about how damn sexy he looked in your dream last night. She thought to herself.

Danny had the sheet from the rape and murder hanging in one of the examining rooms. He had his arms crossed; he was regarding it, looking at the cast off pattern, and voids in the blood pool.

Lindsay came into the room and tried not to enjoy the pensive look on his face. This was getting more insane by the day. Really, these dreams were taking over her conscious thought as much as her subconscious. In fact one of them even occurred in this very room. She was quite certain, not that she had been paying attention to the room at all in her dream.

He regarded her out of the corner of his eye, "You staring at me or the sheet?"

"The sheet of course," She scoffed trying to cover up.

"Of course," He didn't say anything but he really did enjoy it when she blushed and darted her eyes around trying to avoid his gaze. He couldn't let his mind go there at the moment though; they had a pretty serious case to think about. He nodded toward the sheet, "How tall are you?"

"5'3 why?" She asked.

"The vic was around that height. The sheet is exactly as it was on the bed, stand here for a sec would you?" He asked, "I want to figure out where some of these voids came from."

She did so. Keeping her arms crossed she looked at him, "Now what?"

He was thinking, he looked around at the blood then back where she was standing, "Uh, there's a void up over your head here, so I think she must have been pinned."

Lindsay was seeing where he was going with this so in full work mode she looked over her head, "Where were her arms? Like this?" She raised both arms.

Frowning Danny shook his head, that didn't look right. Coming forward he reached for her arms and positioned them in line with the void. He adjusted his hand on her wrists till it lined up. "So if I'm subduing you with my right arm where would I put my left?"

Looking on either side of her waist Lindsay noticed something. "By myright hip." She instructed.

He put his had down splayed out, "Like this?"

She shook her head still looking at the void, "It doesn't look right."

"Let me see." He kept hold of her wrists and looked down, "My thumb, there's no place for my thumb." He said.

"So does that mean his thumb was on her?" She asked looking up.

He looked at her and shook his head, "Nah cause look if I put my thumb on your hip, it's awkward, I'd want leverage."

She nodded, "Right," She licked her lips, realization slamming into her, "Leverage."

Seeing her lick her lips drove him straight back into reality as well. The position they were in couldn't have been more precarious, "Uh." He started to say, although for some reason he didn't actually move.

She didn't either, just stared at him, momentarily forgetting where she was, why she was there or if it had any relevance at all.

Then someone cleared their throat.

Both leapt apart like the other was on fire, causing Lindsay to back into the sheet. Danny had to reach for her so she didn't completely fall over.

Hawkes and Stella just regarded them with bemused expressions. Stella smirked, "Okay I believe you."

"I told you," Hawkes said with a grin, "It's obvious."

Both Lindsay and Danny made sure to be a good couple of feet away from each other and regarded their hands intently.

Neither could catch their breath properly, apparent only to their extremely amused co-workers.

AN Oh yeah, I got the idea from a Sara/Grissom moment in season four of Vegas in case the scene looks familiar to you. :) Hope it works for ya.