A/N: Shorter chapter, and this is where the far-fetchness begins, at least I think so. The grammar is getting a bit weird, hopefully it still works :) This isn't the best chapter ever.

Disclaimer: The cast of CSI:NY is not my property. Everything else is.

Premises

I knew of Danny's cascading list of ex-girlfriends and knew of the 'playboy' label he had attached to his ass, but I never believed he was a player. I thought he just didn't know what he was finding, and he thought he couldn't handle commitment. I don't know…I think he can, except that he's afraid it'll all come crashing down on him. Danny is respectful to women. I know that for sure whenever I see a fire blaze in his eyes every time a case involves an abused female or child. So, no. He's not a player in my eyes; he's just a big 'fraidy cat who messes things up (on purpose) whenever they grow too comfortable.

Yet, after today, I'm not sure if I can give him the same credit I've always given him. I thought everything was fine and dandy; I was giving him space, and he was giving me mine. But right now, I'm thinking twice about listening to my heart over my head, ironic huh?

They say if you start from true premises and use only valid arguments, everything that you deduce is guaranteed to be true. The way things are turning out, I wonder if I ever started from a true premise. Or was our entire "relationship" based on a lie?

The day started off on a weary note, I thought it was because of Helen's case. Yet, as the day played out I couldn't help but wonder if the grayness was the opening of a tragic aria.

He kissed another woman, damn it!

And he had to do it at the crime scene, with me on the opposite side of an ajar door. The sight just made my heart clench and my blood boil with fury. I was absolutely outraged, the crushed feeling only hit me later when I climbed into the car, next to him, to return to the lab. It was damn near impossible but I managed to postpone the onslaught of tears threatening to fall. I focused on the scenery zooming past me, and purposefully ignored whatever he was saying. Soon, I was lost in my own thoughts, each filled with increasing amounts of rage and sorrow, and was only vaguely aware that he was rambling on about the case.

For a brief moment I wanted to lash out at Danny to stop trying to create conversation. I didn't feel like opening my mouth, much less speak to him.

There was a huge sob fighting its way out of my throat… The slime ball.

I hated how the emotions were controlling me. I hated what Danny could do to me.

Lindsay was staring out of the window, her mouth pinched together and her shoulders tense.

"Are you okay?" I asked, out of concern. She looked upset and that was probably an understatement. The case probably got her thinking about the slime balls who reside on this earth along with everyone else. She didn't respond though, so I decided to rattle on about the case. I got the feeling she wasn't even listening to me, but her eyes were wide open and it looked as though she was deep in thought. Sometimes, the woman thought too much, it was almost as though she thinks about how to feel. But it's cute; it makes me smile whenever she begins a sentence with 'I think'.

I let the silence pass, figuring she would tell me whatever was plaguing her mind after work. After all, she is my girlfriend.

Speaking of girlfriends, I can't believe I met Lisa at the scene. Lindsay was processing the inside and I was taking a look at the tyre marks on the front porch. And Lisa, one of my 'conquests' from high school appeared from behind me. We had some great times together, but that was a decade ago, the memories shelved into a cluttered mess at the back of my mind.

Lisa grabbed and embraced me. "Hi!" She yelled not too softly in my ear. I hugged her back, it'd been a long time, almost a decade, since I last saw her. Then she kissed me. Holy cow, she was kissing me! On impulse, I kissed her back. After a while, I didn't keep track how long, I pushed her back. It struck me midway that I was doing something very wrong. Besides, now that I've tasted Lindsay, I can't compare her sweet intoxication with any other woman's.

"Shit! Lisa, what was that for?"

"Goodbye," she smiled, I saw a small blush color her cheeks, "I'm engaged now."

I was astonished. "You? Engaged? What happened to party-all-night-and-score-some-guys Lisa?"

She grinned shyly, "She died after college, Danny. Thing's change."

I gave her a sincere smile; there was nothing I could say to deny the fact.

"I'll send you an invitation." She called before waving and running down the street.

I went back to processing, but the smirk never quite left my face. It wasn't everyday you get to meet an old friend with whom your relationship didn't turn sour.

A/N: All will turn out well for the two of them, so don't worry. :P Do review, and feel free to tell me how illogical and unrealistic this is.