A/N: Same disclosures apply as in Chapter 1. Please read and review, but above all, please emjoy. I don't own any characters, except Pacey, though I don't know if I'm going to want to take credit for him when all is said and done… 

Chapter 2

"Lindsay," Pacey cried out as he rushed to get off the sofa, "Lindsay wait!"

But the door had already closed and Lindsay was gone. Pacey kicked the corner of the sofa, then wished he hadn't as he sat back down and rubbed his toes.

"Damn it." He muttered crossly under his breath as he un-paused the movie to finish it.

As Lindsay made her way down the hallway to the trace lab, she wondered what Danny had found. Lindsay hadn't even changed, she was still wearing her slacks and oversized sweatshirt. She was a little annoyed at Danny, he had ruined her date night with Pacey, but yet she was excited, like a little kid at Christmas, to see what he had discovered.

"I'm here Danny. What was so important that couldn't wait until morning?" She asked and leaned against the door frame, trying to look somewhat annoyed.

Danny looked up at her, and he had to struggle to keep his jaw from hitting the floor. She looked gorgeous. Her hair was down and she looked, totally relaxed, and so tiny. It was so unlike the Lindsay he was used to seeing her in the lab. Part of Danny felt bad for interrupting her night with Pacey, but the other part was ecstatic to have her back with him. He started to fantasize about what her lips might taste like, and holding her in his arms.

"Find?" Danny looked at her quizzically, before resurfacing to reality, and realized that he couldn't want what wasn't available, "Oh yea…" he said catching himself. "I found a sticky substance at the scene, and now I just found it on the clothing that the victim was supposedly wearing." He paused slightly, "The thing is, I identified the substance as a rare honey."

"Honey?" Lindsay said disbelieving. She couldn't believe that he called her down here about honey.

"Yes Dear?" answered Danny with a smile, he was wondering what she had on underneath her clothes.

"You called me down here to tell me that you found honey on our vic, who we know was a regular tea drinker." Lindsay said, ignoring Danny's comment. "This is what was so important, that you called me out of my home in the middle of the night, to come and look at some honey?"

Danny walked over to her; he tugged on her arm bringing her closer to the computer where he was analyzing the structure of the honey.

"Lindsay, it's not just any honey. This isn't the type of stuff that you can find at your local Starbucks." Danny said, causing her to raise an eyebrow, "This stuff is made only by rare and expensive bees, usually the type that only collectors have."

Lindsay started to connect the dots in her mind. Rare honey and rare bees was something that very few people had in the world, let alone this city. She started to voice her opinions at the same time as Danny,

"And how many people in this city collect bees and honey?" they finished at the same time. This was becoming a very familiar habit between them. They stared at each other, and laughed.

"Ok smarty-pants," Lindsay started, "just how many people in this city are bee and honey collectors?"

"Well since I found it," Danny said smiling and leaning in closer to her, "I thought that I would leave the searching of suspects up to you." The last words were practically whispered in her ear. Danny couldn't believe that she didn't know what she was doing to him. Why couldn't he get her out of his mind? He knew that they both knew that there was nothing new in this case that couldn't have waited until the morning. Why had he called her under false pretenses, but why hadn't she left yet?

She could feel his hot breath on her neck and ear lobes; it excited her, it causes shivers to run down her spine. Then guilt ran through her mind, she shouldn't be feeling this way towards Danny, she was with Pacey. She knew that she should leave, and go back to her apartment, to Pacey. There really wasn't any reason for her to have come out to the lab this late at night, she could have always started the research in the morning. She looked at Danny, his blue eyes, that gorgeous smile. She felt what little annoyance she had felt slipping away.

Just then, her cell phone rang. She dropped Danny's gaze to answer it.

"Lindsay." She said into the phone.

"Are you coming back anytime soon?" came an irritated voice from the other end. "Or are you just going to live at the lab?"

Lindsay turned her back to Danny, so that he couldn't hear her conversation. She knew where this was going to go and she didn't need it to become public knowledge. She walked out into the hallway, just outside the door.

"Pacey, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to bail on our night," Lindsay started, "It's about the case, we've had a major break through and he needed my help."

"So you're not coming back?" Pacey asked simply, the exasperation clearly expressed in his voice.

"Eventually, I'll need to change into presentable clothing before my shift actually starts. It's just not going to be right now." Lindsay stated, trying not to defensive, "I'm sorry Pacey, I really, really am but this is about my job. Please try to understand."

"Oh, that's right. Because you rushed out of your apartment without changing into real clothing. So does Danny like your pajamas?" His voice was bitter and harsh.

"Pacey, stop." Lindsay said quietly into the phone, "Just stop. This is my job. I don't question it if you're late to a date because of work, or if you get on a kick writing. This is no different. Please say you understand." Lindsay couldn't believe he was acting this way. She knew they had an issue with this in their relationship, but he was acting down right childish at this moment.

"Oh I understand. Do I ever understand." Pacey said coolly, "Call me when you've got a free moment for your boyfriend." And with that she heard the phone click on the other end.

Lindsay groaned in frustration and slammed her cell phone back into her pocket. She walked over to the table, sat down, and started to go down the suspect list.

As hard as she tried to hide it, Danny had overheard her end of the conversation. Things didn't seem to be going well, half of him was sad for Lindsay. She deserved happiness and love and all that other stuff that goes along with life. On the other hand, he was happy that they were having problems. He had found in his life that people who hadn't either been in or known people closely who working in a field similar to theirs, didn't get what their job required. Being called in on your day off, being on call, having to work strangely odd hours of the day, it was all part of the territory. Pacey, as much as Danny got along with the guy, didn't seem to understand. He also seemed to be jealous of Lindsay's relationships with people at the lab, but Danny didn't know if it was true or if it was just Danny being Danny, overly cautious about anyone new entering their circle.

"Everything ok?" Danny asked, trying to sound concerned and not jealous.

"Yeah," Lindsay said, suddenly sounding very tired, "Things are just peachy." There was a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"You know," Danny said, his accent deep, "You can go home, I was just kidding about narrowing down our list of suspects. We can always do that in the morning."

"Looked at your watch lately Danny?" Lindsay looked at him, "It is the morning."

"C'mon Linds," Danny said pulling her away from the table, and close to him, "I'll drive you home."

Lindsay stared at him. She didn't want to go home, she didn't want to go back to her apartment, that she knew would be empty by now.

"Can we just go to the apartment so I can grab a change of clothes and then go to breakfast or something?" Lindsay was fighting back the tears, "I'm just not really tired right now."

"Tell you what." Danny smiled at her, "I'll make you a compromise, since your apartment is closer than mine, why don't we go back to your place--" He was interrupted by Lindsay's gasp.

Was he going to suggest what she thought?

"and I'll make breakfast for us?" Danny finished.

"Danny," Lindsay said quietly, "that sounds good."

And with that they walked out of the lab together, arm in arm. Lindsay was resting the side of her head on Danny's muscular arm.

Why couldn't things just stay the same, why did things have to change, why are people so capable of things that people shouldn't be capable of and why does jealousy fuel most of the situations that she encountered were just some of the questions floating through her head while they made their way to Danny's truck.

Once they reached her apartment, Danny helped her out of his truck, and they rode up in the elevator in silence. Lindsay unlocked the door to her apartment and let them him. She took his coat and hung it up with hers on the pub mirror she had bought with Stella a couple of months after she had been in the city. She heard Danny rummaging around in the kitchen and she smiled.

He had only been here a handful of times, but he always seemed to know where everything was and always made himself at home. She laughed to herself, in spite of everything that she was feeling and went to see at the island where she had bar-like stools so people could sit and talk while work was being done in the kitchen.

"Find everything ok?" Lindsay started to tease him, she was smiling.

"Yeah," said Danny without looking at her, "Anything in particular that you would like for breakfast madam?" He was trying to fake a French accent and failing miserably, but it made Lindsay laugh.

"Um, Pancakes and sausage links sound good." Lindsay said after thinking for a moment.

"Pancakes and sausage it is then!" Danny said very enthusiastically. He started taking more ingredients and things out of the cupboards and refrigerator.

"I'm gonna go change, I'll be back in a minute or two. Don't start without me." She teased. She got up and walked down the hall to her bedroom.

When she got to her bedroom, she shut the door and sat on the bed. She reached behind her to grab a pillow, which she hugged closely to her. She felt guilty for enjoying this time with Danny, but she was so angry with Pacey for not understanding why her job was so important to her and for not getting that she was just friends with Danny.

She half screamed into her pillow out of frustration. She didn't know what to do, so she stood up and went to her closet. She picked out a pair of jet black pants, a collared short sleeve polo shirt, and a pale pink pullover. She had just finished dressing, she heard Danny call out to her from the kitchen.

"Hmmm…" Lindsay said as she entered the kitchen, "It smells delicious." Lindsay started to pull plates and silverware out of their appropriate places in the kitchen and set them on the bar before sitting back down.

"Now," Danny said as he placed a small stack of pancakes on her plate, "taste these and tell me what you think." He also added a few pieces of sausage to her plate as well.

Lindsay picked up her fork and took a small bite, and it was heavenly. The pancakes were practically melting in her mouth, they were so flavorful and soft. She took another bite and smiled at Danny, who was staring at her, waiting. She swallowed and nodded.

"Danny these are mouth-watering!" Lindsay gushed, "Where did you learn to make these?"

"I sort of taught myself, after watching my grandma cook." Danny said, feeling the color rising in his cheeks. None of the women in his life had reacted this way to his cooking.

"Well, I must say," Lindsay said between bites, "these are," she paused, "There are just no words for how good these are." She continued to eat breakfast as Danny piled up his plate and sat down next to her.

They say there in silence until each of their plates were spotless. Lindsay collected both of their plates and took them to the sink. She looked at Danny,

"Would you like some coffee?" She asked.

"Sure, as long as it's real coffee," Danny told her, "I don't drink that stuff the lab tries to pass off as coffee."

Lindsay laughed, and shook her head, indicating that it was indeed, real coffee. When it was brewed, she poured two cups.

"Black, please." Danny said, anticipating her question.

"I know how you take your coffee Danny." Lindsay said, blushing. Knowing how another person takes their coffee was something that Lindsay considered fairly intimate; because that means that you've been with someone at a time that coffee is normally served, either at breakfast or after dinner, she thought to herself.

"Want to go sit in the living room and talk?" asked Danny, taking his cup from her. He took a sip, and watched for her response.

"Sure" said Lindsay. She lead the way from the kitchen to the living room and took a seat on one end of the sofa, curling her feet underneath her so that she was facing that end that Danny had taken position on.

They sat and looked at each other for awhile, sipping from their mugs. Then they both started talking at once,

"What's going on with you and Pacey?" was Danny's question.

"So what's new with you?" was Lindsay's.

They smiled and laughed at each other.

"Well," said Danny, "why don't I answer your question first, since I know you really don't want to discuss Pacey." He saw Lindsay's eyes darken and then return to normal. Danny didn't comment on it, but he definitely saw it.

"I broke up with Cindy." Said Danny simply, taking another sip from his mug.

Lindsay sat up a little, making sure that she had heard him correctly.

"You broke up with Cindy?" Lindsay repeated Danny.

"Yeah," said Danny, "She couldn't handle my unpredictable schedule." Danny was somewhat telling the truth, that had been one of the problems. The full truth was that Cindy's main problem was that she was upset because he wouldn't commit by introducing her to his co-workers. Well, that and Danny was pretty sure that his cell phone ringing, his answering it, and then his leaving during an intimate situation.

After that, they talked nonstop for about an hour and half, about everything under the sun, except Lindsay's relationship with Pacey. She looked at her watch, they had about 4 hours left to kill before they actually had to be at the lab. Lindsay suddenly became aware of how tired she was.

"We still have 4 hours before we have to be back at the lab." Lindsay said through a yawn.

"Well I guess I should be going," said Danny, and he started to stand.

Lindsay stood up, stretched, and looked at Danny.

"Nonsense." Said Lindsay, "Your apartment is six blocks away, and you said it yourself, my place is closer to work. You'll be able to get a slightly better sleep here, because you won't have to get up that much earlier. You can just camp out on the sofa. We'll both have clearer heads."

Lindsay realized what she was saying but she couldn't stop herself. She didn't want to be alone, while she wouldn't admit it to another person, she was finding some comfort with Danny being here.

Danny raised an eyebrow and cocked his head at her.

"Are you sure Linds?" he asked questioningly, "I don't want to cause trouble between--" Lindsay cut him off.

"Just get your butt on the couch." She ordered him, "And don't worry about Pacey…" she paused, "it's not like we're going to sleep together." She said the last few words in a hushed whispered.

Once she made sure that Danny was settled on the couch, she went into her bed and flopped onto it. Why had she asked him to stay, now she wasn't going to get any sleep, she thought. It was the last coherent thought she had before she drifted off.

Meanwhile, out in the front of the apartment, Danny was wide awake. He couldn't believe he had agreed to stay. She was less than 10 ft away, wearing who knows what, and here he was lying on the couch.

He had been laying there for a half hour when he heard a noise outside the apartment. It sounding like a scraping on the lock. Danny's protective instinct kicked in, he got up off the couch and went into the kitchen to grab the heavy pan he had used to make pancakes. He had just made his way back to the couch when the door knob turned and the door opened. He saw the tall figure walk towards Lindsay's bedroom door when he sprung.

"Hey You!" Danny shouted, swinging the heavy pan, hitting the figure hard in the shoulder, sending it flying back into the wall.

"Wha-Ow," the figure cried.

Danny then pounced on the figure and held him down, trying to restrain him, when the lights flicked on. Lindsay was standing in the doorway to her bedroom.

"Danny," she cried, "What in the world--" She stopped.

"Pacey."