AN So yeah I know I made you wait WAY too long for this...I'm really sorry. I hope it was a worthwhile wait though. As always...review!

Lindsay's head was pounding and her tongue felt like sandpaper. Classic hangover, she thought to herself then wondered why her normally fluffy pillow wasn't so fluffy and...uh, had a heartbeat. As her bearings came back to her she realized she was entangled on a couch with another body and if her recelections were correct that body belonged to Danny Messer. Eyes closed she moved her head up a bit till it was leaning on the back of the couch. One of her arms was draped up by his head and the other had been over his stomach. His one arm had a death grip on her waist and what scared her was, she didn't at all mind.

Especially now that she had opened her eyes and realized she was still clothed. If she was gonna wake up naked with the man she'd like to remember it. She smiled at the thought scaringly unaffected by the fact that the thought was there to begin with.

She blinked a couple of times and groaned as the bright light of sunshine hit her eyes. She closed them again, this time so she could run over what she remembered. There was the infuriating suspect. The tequilla. The drinking game. She sighed and smiled, oh and the kiss. It was a blur after that. She licked her lips, she shouldn't have remembered that kiss, she would have been too drunk. However, it was running through her mind like it had just happened.

Danny woke up when she moved and slowly opened his eyes then grumbled, "Stop the room I wanna get off." He kept his hand on her hip and licked his lips. He was pretty damn sure they hadn't done anything too extreme. Which was unfortunate, he'd have to file away that idea for atime that included Lindsay, but less tequila.

"I am frightfully reminded why I don't get drunk on a regular basis," Lindsay mumbled, she was almost embarrassed that they were now both obviously awake and still quite entangled together.

As they disentangled themselves from each other they sat on the couch and surveyed the room before finally looking at each other. Danny smiled tentatively at her, "So," He cleared his throat.

She stood and yawned, "I need to get home and shower." She said, "I have to work at noon."

He looked at his watch, "It's only 7, shower here and stay for breakfast." He suggested, "You can go home to change before work." He couldn't believe he was making this suggestion, everything about that morning should have screamed awkward, but it didn't feel awkward.

She eyed him for a moment. Most of her mind was telling her it was a bad idea, while the rest of it was still recovering from the amount of alcohol she had drank. She shook her head to rid herself of the cobwebs, a shower sooner than later sounded great. She finally smiled, "Where are your towels?"

He couldn't believe she had agreed but wasn't about to say that. After she had showered he had one and half expected her to leave. He stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist and ducked into his room to change.

She offered him a cup of coffee when he emerged trying to get that scintillating image of him in a towel out of her head. It wasn't working.

He took the mug and put it on the counter, "I had to brush my teeth first." He said then quickly captured her lips with his.

She gasped against his mouth then got completely lost. He really did taste fantastic, she hadn't been dreaming that. She pressed her body as close to his as she could and didn't protest at all when he lifted her up so she was sitting on he counter. They kissed for what felt like so long she thought her brain would be deprived of oxygen soon.

He pulled back and grinned at her, "Experiment."

She looked at him quizzically, "A what now?"

"That was an experiment." His hands were on the counter behind her, their bodies still pressed against each other.

Running her hands over his arms she looked at him, "So what are your conclusions?"

He stepped away from her with a smirk and reached for his coffee, "You so have a crush on me."

"Shut up," She laughed and kicked his thigh.

"Unless you bring tequila to all the guys at the lab when they've had a bad day," He said with a smile.

She returned it, "All the time, Flack has started to collect the empty tequila bottles I've left there."

"Ouch," He clutched his chest, "That was a low blow."

She jumped off the counter and smacked his stomach, "Suck it up princess, so..." She looked around the kitchen, "About that breakfast you're making for me."

He boxed her against the counter and smiled at her, "I need incentive."

"Oh really? You do now?" She put a hand to the back of his neck and met his mouth halfway. She bit his bottom lip lightly a few seconds later and chuckled, "Oh yeah, you definitely have a crush on me too."

Kissing her again a low growl sat in his throat, "What was your first clue?" It took another five minutes of 'incentive' before he pulled away from her and made breakfast.

"You know," Lindsay pushed her plate away from her and took a sip of her coffee, "I could get used to you making me breakfast."

He smirked at her, "What like your own personal slave?"

"Mmm," She thought then looked at her watch and realized she still needed to get up and go home to change. She stood and eyed him, "If you were my slave I'd have you doing a hell of a lot more than just cooking." She walked to the front door to put on her shoes.

He quickly got up and followed her, but stopped her before she even got to her shoes. He pinned her against the door and smirked at the look on her face, "You think I'm gonna let you get away with saying that?"

She ran her fingers up his chest and gripped the hair at the base of his neck with a smirk of her own, "You better not."

Lindsay raced towards the building checking her watch for the millionth time, cursing Danny for being so damn distracting that she lost any time she would have needed to go home and change. She hoped she could get into the locker room and grab a spare shirt she had in there without anyone noticing.

She hoped in vain.

Flack saw her as she sped through the lobby, "Hey Monroe," He called, "Didn't you wear that yesterday?"

Trying to regain any composure she could have Lindsay glared at him, "What you're the fashion police now?"

"It was in the contract when you signed, didn't you read the fine print?" He shot back with a smirk.

She just shook her head at him and tapped the elevator button again. She saw her reflection in the shiny doors and groaned. Her hair was every which way and she was still flushed. It was all Danny's fault.

She licked her lips, he tasted way better then tequila that was for damn sure.

AN So this isn't a cliffhanger...aren't I nice? ;)