A/N: Finally some real action, cuz I'm sick of thinking of gap fillers.

Chapter Three
When the evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love

Lindsay sighed when she saw Danny staring at her as if he didn't understand a word she had said, "Danny, you don't have to stay." She found herself caught in a dilemma, part of her wanted to scream 'piss off and go away' the other wanted to be caught in his strong strong arms. It was enervating.

"But what if I said I wanted to?"

"Danny… Fine, fine, suit yourself." She muttered in exasperation, she so did not need this.

Danny smirked, "Have you eaten?"

"Why?" She shook her head.

He flipped open his cell phone, winked at her and ordered a pizza. "Whatever," Lindsay said and went into the bathroom to clean up, there was no need for Danny to grill her some more about the reason for her tears.

Making himself comfortable, Danny gathered the used tissues and was about to toss them into the bin when he caught sight of the photo album lying wide open. He noted a splotch of tears on the page and focused on the picture. Lindsay was seated in the middle with a blonde woman on her left and a man on her right. She looked so happy and care free he could have easily mistaken her as another person. A weird emotion washed over him when he noticed that the man in the picture had his arms around Lindsay and she was leaning slightly into him.

I am not jealous! Danny spoke to himself and raked his fingers through his hair. I am not! But he found himself feeling annoyed that she was smiling so WIDELY in someone else's arms.

He heard the lock of the bathroom door click open and hurriedly shut the album and placed it on the table. Realizing he still had all her dirty tissues in his hand Danny got up and went to the kitchen in search of a bin.

"Danny?"

"Yeah?"

Lindsay walked into the kitchen and stood behind him, crossing her arms as he bent down to discard of her litter, "Did you not get my hint? Why are you insisting on staying?"

He stood up a little too quickly when he heard her voice so close to him and nearly knocked her over. Spinning around and grabbing her shoulders so they both remained upright with their feet on the floor, he answered, "I don't know. You tell me."

"What!" She shrieked, "What kind of answer was that?"

"I don't know. Can't I just be…in the mood to stay?"

"Danny, you're a man, you don't get PMS so you don't get the 'in the mood' card." She smiled and shook her head, "You're being weird, y'know?"

Danny laughed, "Maybe I want to know you better? You're not exactly an open book."

"Neither are you," She retorted pointedly, "so what are we going to do now?"

Danny's eyes widened when he heard her question and his mind wandered into an abyss of ideas. Very bad ideas. He gulped and mentally filed away those ideas. "Um, watch TV?"

"Okay. You pick the channel, I'll get the drinks."

Danny moved over to the TV set, finally realizing that he had fallen hard for Lindsay Monroe.

Lindsay busied herself in the kitchen, taking her time to pull out two mugs and ice. She was going to need all the distraction she could find or she would find herself getting carried away in her very hot co-worker's eyes. It didn't mean anything that she enjoyed the little touches and nudges they were sharing, did it? She almost craved having his skin in contact with hers.

You look like an angel
I wanna touch you
Come a little closer
There's not much that we can do
Oh unless you
Come a little closer

The pizza arrived shortly and Danny pushed Lindsay into the couch firmly and went to pay for the delivery.

"I'm not penniless, Danny."

"I know, but seeing as this is your apartment, and we're watching your TV and drinking your drinks, it's only fair I paid for the pizza, right?"

Lindsay chuckled and picked up a slice of pizza, "Whatever."

Both glued their eyes to the television set, pretending that they were engrossed in what Oprah had to say about new dry cleaning machines. Moments later, Danny was stuffed, Lindsay having reached that point way before him. She picked up the empty box and drink cans and moved to throw them away in the kitchen. Danny switched off the TV, Oprah's voice was getting a little irritating seeing that he hadn't been listening to any part of the show since it had started.

When Lindsay returned to the living room, Danny had stretched himself out on the couch. She stood over him, "What now, Messer?"

"We talk." He slid back into a sitting position and pulled her next to him.

"What about?"

"Why are you here?"

"This is my apartment."

"No, not that. Why are you in New York? Why did you leave small town USA for the big noisy city?"

"Why? Wishing I never came, is that it?" Lindsay asked hotly. What a great way to be rejected before a relationship had even started. Wait, I want a relationship with Danny Messer?

Danny raised his eyebrow, "On the contrary, no. I'm considering myself blessed that you stepped into my life."

"Oh." She blushed slightly, letting out a small breath of relief.

"So, why did you move?"

"It's too long a story, Danny."

Boy, he loved the way his name sounded when she said it. "I have time to spare. You're not getting out of this one."

"You just want to know why I'm sad and weepy."

"Okay, that also," Danny said and took her hand, "Lindsay, I promise I won't make stupid comments."

"Before I answer your questions, I have one for you." She squeezed his hand gently.

"Sure, anything."

"What's changed? What happened to the irritate Montana till she feels like clawing your eyes out plan? Why are you hounding me for answers? Why are you trying to be all around me all of a sudden? What's going on?"

"That sure wasn't one question." He scratched his head subconsciously, his stomach constricting with nervousness.

"Just tell me." She pleaded. Lindsay frowned when she realized Danny started to look flustered and his hand grew clammy.

Danny swallowed, "You sure you want to know."

"Yes. I want to know why you want to know."

He covered her lips with his and drank her last word in. Moaning softly, Lindsay parted her lips to give him more access before opening her eyes in surprise when she realized what she was doing. The shock made her clamp her mouth shut. Danny released his grip on her and looked straight at her, trying to figure out if he had affected her in the least bit. What he saw secretly pleased him.

Lindsay stared at Danny for two seconds, she wished she hadn't stopped kissing back. Her chest heaving slightly, her lips were swollen and throbbing, while her eyes were shining brightly.

"What was that?" She choked, unable to come up with anything more creative.

"I think. I, uh.. I think I've fallen for you." A rosy tint highlighted his cheeks and his blue eyes never seemed more dazzling to her.

She searched his eyes trying to see if he was just toying with her, "You're not… just saying it, are you?"

Danny shook his head and pulled her towards him, "No. I've never felt anything quite like this before." He whispered lowly and looked into her eyes. If only he could even begin to describe the way she made him feel. Danny relaxed when the doubt in her eyes cleared. "I want to give us a shot."

"Oh, Danny, me too," Lindsay sighed dreamily and leaned into him, nuzzling his neck gently. Danny wrapped his arms around her and smiled when she snuggled deeper against his side. Lindsay raised her head to look into Danny's eyes and let out a soft giggle, "What does Mac think about office relationships?"

"I guess we'll just have to find out." He said, voice thick with accent, and grazed his lips against hers. Lindsay captured his lips and deepened the kiss, her eyelashes brushing against his nose and cheek. A single thought ran through her mind.

If I could choose what heaven feels like, this would be it, though I'd be weak in the knees the whole time.

A/N: wahahahahahhaha. crazy laughter I wish I was there. Well, maybe I was, but only in my head.