OK Dissclamer : I own nothing... The bold words are Danny and everything in italics is what they are thinking
" You know what... I'm gonna get married one day"
Danny and Lindsey were working on a case late into the night. The vic was David Marchellis a 24 year old man with multiple stab wounds, who was murdered two days before his wedding day.
"Danny... What did you just say?
"You heard me I said I'm gonna get married someday"
"What in the world made you think of that?"
"Well Davie here I guess " he said guestureing to the body lying in front of them.
O.K. Messer in a tux. Let's see Flack would be the best man,Stella would probobly be the Maid of Honor. Something formal but not really, casual but not too causal, Danny would have his trademarkgrin plastered on his face ( the one that gives me goosebumps ) and the bride would look stunning in her white satin gown... hummm who would that be I wonder... Oh don't start thinking that agian Monroe the two of you work together fo God's sake. A small laugh escaped Lindsey.
"What is it Montana? You can't picture it?" God I love her laugh.
"No I can picture it alright" Lindsey let out accidentaly and turned beet red. SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP MONROE YOU'RE MAKEING A FOOL OF YOURSELF! "B..but I'd have to see it to believe it"
Oh you'll see it all right
"I'll be there right?" Of corse I'll be there! I'll be Mrs. Messer before that day's over
"Only if you want" Of corse you'll be there! You'll be Mrs. Messer before that day's over
There was an akward silence as what they thought began to sink in
"Danny I...I"
He stepped closer
"Yes?" he whispered
They steped closer
closer
They were now an inch apart...each staring into the other's eyes.
"I..."
I want to marry you
I want to be with you
I want to hold you
I want to kiss you
I want to grow old with you
I never want to leave you
I think I love you
I think I love you
"I...I have to go" Lindsey turned arround
"Yeah me to"
"Well Bye"
"Bye"
Lindsy grabed her things and left
Two hours later Lindsey and Danny sat in their own beds in their own rooms staring at the celing thinking...
Damn he drives me crazy
Damn she drives me crazy