Lindsay's heart was beating rapidly as she looked over at Danny. She was surprised to see the look of shyness on his face, something she would have never thought him capable of. His blue eyes locked onto her chocolate ones, questioningly.
"Come on, kiss her already," said the man sitting on Danny's other side. This seemed to bring Danny back to his senses. He was Danny Messer: lord of the ladies. Why was he suddenly losing his nerve now? The things she does to me.
He reached over, cupping her face in his hand and pulled her towards him gently. Lindsay let out a small, involuntary gasp before his lips pressed against hers. The kiss was soft and sweet, but the passion it evoked was undeniable. Whether it lasted a second or a lifetime, neither could tell, but when they pulled apart and made eye contact, both knew that it wasn't any ordinary kiss. Apparently they weren't the only ones since the screen now showed a clip of fireworks.
The man who had made the comment earlier whistled, reminding Lindsay of her current situation. One of these days I'm going to drown in those eyes of his. She quickly looked away, thoroughly embarrassed and blushing so much her cheeks felt like they were on fire. On the other hand, that might have been because she was fighting the grin that threatened to spread across her face. She finally lost the battle and had to hide it with her hand.
Meanwhile, Danny looked as though he was shell-shocked. He had kissed her. He really did it; the thing he had been dying to do for months now. And not only that, she had kissed him back! Well, I guess that means she's not going to kill me then. He ran a hand through his hair and stole a glance at her. It was becoming increasingly harder not to look too pleased with himself, and pretty soon there was a triumphant smirk on his face.
The bottom of the fifth inning passed by with neither Danny nor Lindsay paying any attention to the game. Lindsay's eyes were on the field, but they were unfocused. She was trying to look at anything but Danny, but it didn't matter since the memory of the kiss kept replaying itself in her mind. She felt as if there was an orb of golden light settled somewhere near her sternum, and she had to let it out somehow. Next to her, Danny was scanning the stadium with his eyes. Where is that cameraman? I really need to thank him.
Suddenly the voice of the announcer was heard again saying, "Ladies and Gentleman, we apologize, but there is a situation that calls for the immediate postponement of this game. Please remain in your seats for the time being."
Lindsay and Danny were suddenly alert and aware of their surroundings as the stadium erupted in confused conversation.
"What's going on?" Lindsay asked him.
Danny shrugged his shoulders, "Dunno."
Just then Danny felt his cell phone vibrating in his pocket. He pulled it out and glanced at the caller ID.
"Mac," he informed her before answering it.
Lindsay listened to the one-sided conversation:
"Messer."
"Here?"
"Yeah, now I see it." (He pointed his finger towards the top of a nosebleed section across and to the right of them. There was a large crowd gathered in one area.)
"Okay we'll be right there."
He hung up the phone and placed it back in his pocket. "Homicide: let's go," he told her, easily putting his mind back on business.
"We don't have any kits," Lindsay stated as she made her way past the other people in their row.
"Flack's bringing us some," came Danny's reply from behind her.
Lindsay was already headed down the stairs when a thought came to her, "How did Mac know we were at the game?"
"I will never cease to be amazed with the things that man knows," Danny told her, "Besides, even if he didn't, you can bet Stella did."
"This is true," Lindsay admitted with a smile.
TBC
Yay! Another chapter down, and there's more to come. I really enjoyed writing this chapter so I hope you had as much fun reading it as I did writing it. Thanks again for all the reviews: they never cease to make me smile. Much love!