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Chapter 6

Danny saw the look on her face, a mixture of hurt, betrayal and fear, as the words came out of his mouth. Their eyed fixed on each other and Lindsay had stopped dead in her tracks, hearing every word. No one special in his life, she thought, did that kiss mean anything to him. With a hurried excuse about forgetting something, she rushed from the room. How could she have been so stupid? Thinking of getting involved with Danny Messer, the guy who busted her chops the most and was the world's biggest jackass, how could she have thought that they could ever work? She was fuming. She didn't even know where she was going, but somehow she ended up on the roof, but she wasn't really surprised. She had found that the roof to be a place of solitude, somewhere she could just think and watch the city go by. It had helped her a lot when she had first moved to the city and missed having the wide open spaces to look at. She sat down on a small cement bench like thing that was on top of the roof and look out. She could see the Statue of Liberty, and the harbor, and she could barely hear the noise below. What do I even see in that pompous, self-centered, arrogant ass she asked herself, why am I always attracted to boys and not men! She was so frustrated with herself. She then thought of the breakfast that they had shared. He had been sweet insisting that he paid, then there was the way his forehead crinkled when he was frustrated or irritated, and the time in the parking garage…He had kissed her, and even though it wasn't on the lips, Lindsay found it more respectful that he had kissed her on the cheek first, not on the lips. Didn't he feel something when she had kissed him? Didn't she feel the heat and the desire like she had? Tears started to roll down her face, she had cried more since she had moved to New York than the entire time she lived in Montana, or at least it felt like it. Lindsay continued to think and what about the parking garage? Certainly he didn't give that kind of heartfelt speech to everyone…She continued to stare out at the skyline…

Danny sat there, staring at the place where she had just stood. He knew that she had heard him, and he knew that she had taken it the wrong way. How could she have not? He needed to get out of there, he needed to find her and explain what he meant, to find out what they meant, and then he would shout it from the rooftops that he had the most wonderful woman in the world.

"Wow, something's gotten into Monroe today, huh?" Flack broke into his thoughts, sipping on his coffee and acting like nothing was wrong.

"Yeah" Danny answered him distractedly, "Must be something about a case…" Danny's voice trailed off as his mind raced to think of all the places that she could be. "I gotta go…duty calls." Flack could think what he wanted; whether it was Danny had to use the john, go back to work, or even go find Lindsay, right now Danny didn't care.

Danny left Flack in the break room and immediately ran into Stella, Mac and Hawkes, who were walking down the hall.

"Uh…" He didn't really want to ask, fearing his co-workers would pick up on his asking a lot about her lately, but screw his pride (he hoped he hadn't screwed up his chances with her!) "Have any of you guys seen Lindsay, like within the last 5-10 minutes?" Danny asked, trying to keep the sense of urgency out of his voice and knowing that it wasn't working.

They all kind of looked at Danny, and then looked at each other and then answered no in semi-unison. Mac however, continued to speak.

"But since you're here Danny, why don't you take this case. DB at the Ritz-Carlton, body was found in a suite on the 10th floor. There's evidence of illegal drugs in the room."

"But Mac…I was…nevermind." Danny's heart sunk. "Am I flying solo on this one?" Guess I'm gonna have to wait to find her, damn. Danny felt himself frown as he took the folder from Mac and headed in the opposite direction.

A Few Minutes Later in The Break Room

Flack had left by the time the trio had gone into the break room. They all poured themselves cups of coffee and grabbed a piece of the crumb cake that someone had brought it.

"Has anyone noticed that Danny's asking about Lindsay a lot lately?" asked Stella when they had settled around the break room table. Two times in one day is just not like Danny.

"Maybe Danny's helping her with something," suggested Sheldon. "Is she working solo on cases yet Mac?"

Mac shook his head no, while he was thinking. Mac had started to worry about Lindsay; she was taking this new regulation really hard.

"You don't think they're seeing each other do you?" asked Stella quietly, "They would have told us if they were, right?"

"Are we talking about the same Danny Messer and Lindsay Monroe? Haven't you ever seen these two in a room? They are like oil and water. I really don't think that Lindsay can stand Danny." Sheldon said as Mac cocked an eyebrow, considering what Stella had asked.

"Still, haven't you ever heard that you tease and make fun of the one you like? Don't you remember being in grade school Hawkes? I'm telling you, there's something going on there…they might not even know what it is yet." Stella said resignedly.

"Well," said Mac speaking up for the first time, "if there is something going on, I'm sure that they'll tell us when the time is right, and until then there's nothing that we can really do about it, unless it effects either of their jobs. Now…when are you two going down to the range for your qualifications?"

"Mine's this afternoon Mac." Sheldon stood up, threw out his cup, and waved goodbye to head back to the lab. Sheldon laughed to himself as he left for the trace lab, Danny and Lindsay, a couple…nah…Lindsay is to country for the city boy Messer.

Meanwhile back in the break room, Mac and Stella were still enjoying the last few minutes remaining in their coffee before returning back to their cases.

"What about you Stel? When is your qualification?" Mac asked again.

"I've already done it. I've been doing it yearly for about 5 years, since before they even announced they were considering adding the reg. I thought it would be important to have seeing as how I carry a gun out in the field and all." She laughed as she finished her sentence and smiled at Mac, who smiled back and laughed along with her.