AN Okay don't hate me…PLEASE…lol This is a way for me to ensure a sequel, you will get a happy ending of some sort and Mandy still will have smart ass comments coming…I just needed to add some angst…makes it more interesting. ;) You guys like interesting right? I hope so. :)

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. ;)

"I'm leaving." Mandy announced one morning as Lindsay got ready for work.

It took a second for Lindsay to catch up to her sister but she did, "I was wondering when that would happen, you've been gone from home for almost a month already."

"You misunderstand me love," Mandy said leaning against the door of the bathroom watching her sister in the mirror, "I'm leaving your apartment, to go to one of my own, in New York."

Lindsay slid the mascara across her cheek then just stared at Mandy, "You're what now?"

"Moving here," Mandy said with a smile, "My editor says I can make more contacts if I'm here and this city has some insane appeal." She licked her lips.

"Stop right there," Lindsay said reaching for a tissue to clean her face, "I do not want to know about your fling with Don."

"It's not a fling," Mandy said defensively, "Any more than your tryst with Danny is, although from what I can tell, someone is definitely flung at some point."

Lindsay blushed, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You broke the couch Linds," Mandy said with a laugh.

She was full on embarrassed, "We, uh, we did not umm…that couch was old anyway."

"Uh, huh," Mandy grinned, "Back to the conversation at hand, I wasn't asking your permission Linds, I'm old enough to live wherever I want."

"I know, I know, I just," Lindsay trailed off, "Are you sure?"

"Would you move back home?"

"Not in a million years."

"Exactly, so yes I'm sure."

"All right then, I guess we gotta look at finding you an apartment."

"She's moving here?" Danny set up his shot.

Flack nodded as he leaned on his pool cue, "Yeah, she told me last night."

"What do you think about that?" Marty asked as he took the cue from Danny and waited as Flack set up his shot.

Flack lined up and took the shot, when it landed in the corner slot he stood and shrugged, "Not really up to me."

Hawkes took the cue from him, "So you don't care?"

"I didn't say that," He took a swig from his beer, "We aren't at the point where she needs to consult me about shit like that."

"Could you even influence her either way?" Danny asked leaning up beside Flack.

Flack laughed, "Uh no, she's not the type that you tell what to do."

"It's genetic trust me." Danny agreed taking a drink.

"Aren't they cute?" Marty asked with a smirk at Hawkes, "All domesticated."

"It's disgusting actually." Hawkes said with a grin.

"I'm not domestic," Danny said firmly, "I don't do domestic, it's not my shtick."

"So then you're with Lindsay because?" Flack prompted.

Danny shrugged not wanting to have this conversation, "Because I want to be."

"In short he luffs her!" Marty said with a laugh. Hawkes and Flack exchanged a look, if anything Danny would vehemently deny that, he declared on a regular basis that he didn't fall in love.

Scowling Danny went to the bar to get another round of drinks, "Hell no!" He declared glaring at Marty.

"What'd I say?" Marty asked.

Danny didn't wait to answer he certainly wasn't going to get into it at a bar. He sure as hell was going to steer the conversation away from the Monroe sisters once he got back, this conversation was hitting too close to home.

"Howdy stranger," The voice literally purred into his ear.

He licked is lips in spite of himself, "Uh, hi Cindy." He turned to look at her and without thinking looked her up and down. Damn if she wasn't dressed to the hilt. He couldn't help but remember getting her out of an outfit like that.

"You haven't called me in awhile," She put her hand on his arm and stepped closer to him, "I missed you."

He gulped. His mind was screaming 'move' at him, but this woman was entirely too good at being seductive, "Yeah well," He licked his lips again; "I've been busy."

"Sure you have," She planted a kiss onto his cheek just barely grazing the corner of his mouth; "You know where to find me."

"Uh, huh," Was all he could get out as he tilted his head to the side and watched her walk away.

"I guess I was wrong," Marty said when Danny got back all three men having seen the whole exchange.

"Shut up." Danny mumbled downing half of his beer.

"You didn't tell her did you?" Hawkes asked.

"Tell who what?" Flack was confused, "Who was that woman?"

"Besides someone I want to get to know intimately," Marty mused scanning the crowd to look for her.

Danny wasn't talking; he just grabbed the pool cue and lined up his next shot hoping they would exhaust the conversation back to something that had nothing to do with him.

Hawkes ignored Marty and looked at Flack, "Tell Lindsay about Cindy and vice versa."

"I don't owe either of them anything," Danny said defensively, it's not like he'd seen Cindy since he'd started up with Lindsay.

The guys knew when to drop a subject and did so with grace veering back to shop talk. While Marty was taking his shot Danny leaned against the bar and downed the last of his beer staring straight ahead pensively. Why hadn't he told Lindsay about Cindy? Why hadn't he told Cindy about Lindsay? It's not like he had completely committed to either of them. Cindy probably wouldn't care either way; he was just a convenient lay for her. Lindsay on the other hand, he couldn't get away from the fact that she'd be incredibly hurt. Even though, he reasoned, the last time he'd been with Cindy was a couple of days before his first date with Lindsay. It's not like he had planned that date. Lindsay had just happened, which scared the shit out of him.

Something was wrong. An idiot could figure out that something was wrong and Lindsay was not an idiot. All day he had been avoiding her in the lab. She could tell the difference between him being busy and him flat out avoiding her. She hated being avoided, it drove her insane. Finally she cornered him in the locker room, "Okay what's wrong?" She asked.

He looked at her funny, "What do you mean?"

"With you, what is wrong with you?" Her eyebrows were raised, she was expecting an answer.

"Nothing's wrong with me, I'm fine." He said, completely avoiding her gaze.

"You do realize that I'm trained in interpreting body language right?" Lindsay sighed, "So the fact that you can't give me eye contact, this is a large indicator to me that something is actually wrong."

He sighed and finally looked at her. His heart did that thing it always did when he looked at her and it drove him nuts. He put a hand on her arm, "We need to talk about this later." He said.

She groaned, "My God you're avoiding the answer."

"No, I'm doing exactly what Mac said," He walked away from her, "I'm keeping it out of the lab."

She watched him leave then sighed and sat down on the bench in front of the lockers. She wasn't going to be paranoid about this, she trusted him, she did. She had no reason not to, did she?

AN So after eleven chapters this story must end, cause I want it to. BUT it is conveniently leading right into a sequel…so fear not there will be resolution…and more Flack and Mandy…but still Danny and Lindsay…and yes I'll shut up and just write the thing now.