DISLCAIMER: I do not own anything related to CSI:NY.
NOTES: Just a short DannyLindsay fic I decided to do since it's been some time since I wrote one about them.
Lindsay Monroe had her doubts when she met Danny Messer. He tricked her into calling Mac Taylor, their supervisor, "sir", making country jokes at her and nicknamed her Montana; a nickname which irritated the hell out of her, especially when Danny's saying it.
Lindsay was sure that she won't fall for someone like Danny. They type of guys she always dated were the goody-two-shoes one whom she could bring home to meet her parents. In conclusion, Danny Messer was not compatible for her.
It all happened one day in a small little café. Lindsay had just finished a very difficult case and went to her favorite café to clear her brain. She has always loved ice-blended mocha.
She entered the café and went straight up to the counter to order.
"What will it be, miss?" asked the cashier.
"One ice-blended mocha, please," she said. "Oh, and a blueberry muffin too," she added.
The cashier punched in some numbers. "Alright, that'll be 4 dollars and sixty cents, please."
It has always surprised Lindsay how things in New York are slightly more expensive than things in Montana. Anyway, she opened her purse and was about to give the money to the cashier when someone firmly placed a ten-dollar bill on the counter from behind. She turned around and saw Danny standing there.
"Ten bucks," said Danny to the cashier. The cashier took the bill from Danny and counted out his change.
"Keep the change," he told the cashier.
"Thank you."
Lindsay looked at Danny as she took her mocha and muffin from the counter.
"What was that for?" she asked him as she found an empty table and sat there. Danny took a seat across from her.
"What was what?" he said in his New York accent.
"You paying for me."
Danny looked at her and flashed her a grin.
"What? It's wrong for me to treat a friend to a cup of mocha and a muffin?"
"No – I mean – yes – but -"
"But what?"
Lindsay leaned forward and looked at him.
"Why are you suddenly so nice to me?"
"As in?"
"When I first met you, you threw jokes at me, you tricked me into the whole call-Mac-sir thing and you even gave me an irritating nickname."
Danny raised his eyebrow. "So?"
Lindsay glared at him. She was losing patience "Don't play dumb with me, Messer."
"I'm not."
"Then why are you suddenly so nice to me?"
"So that you won't get mad when I do something to you in a few minutes."
"I get mad at everything you do to me."
"Wanna bet?"
"You're on."
"Loser has to bring the winner out for dinner tonight."
"Deal."
He extended his hand and she shook it. Then, as quick as lightning, he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her lips. She was surprised. Surprisingly, she found herself kissing him back. His lips were so soft and warm and he tasted like mint and coffee.
He pulled back and leaned back in his seat, smirking at her.
"How about now? Are you still going to get mad at me?"
She was speechless and just looked at him. He laughed and got up.
"See you, Montana."
She watched as he walked out with a look of smugness on his face. She touched her lips. They were still warm for the encounter with Danny's own lips. She suddenly received a text message on her cell phone. She took it out and opened the message.
It was from Danny. It read:
By the way, I won the bet. I'll pick you up at eight tonight.
She smiled.
THE END