A/N: Hmm..this one didn't flow quite as well as I wanted it to, but I can't seem to change it anymore without ruining it. No drama, no hot kisses :P, that will only come some time later.

Disclaimer: Same as before

Light

Light can be gentle, dangerous, dreamlike, bare, living, dead, misty, clear, hot, dark, violet, springlike, falling, straight, sensual, limited, poisonous, calm and soft.
-Sven Nykvist

He looked at her in the morning light and his body ached for hers. She was leaning by the window, one arm folded across her ribs, the other hand holding a warm coffee mug. Lindsay's brows gathered in a small frown when she noticed him staring. Danny didn't saw the movements but never registered that she was looking at him; he was much more enthralled by the way the golden rays bounced off her hair. He watched as she unfolded her arm and moved closer.

"Danny?"

He blinked when he realized she was right in front of him. "Huh?"

"Are you alright?" Lindsay reached out to touch his arm, placing her finger tips lightly near his wrist.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

She searched his eyes and suppressed the little hop her heart made when his pupils dilated. Two weeks had passed since Valentine's Day, and each night when she entered her apartment, Lindsay found herself involuntarily stopping at the door to think about the kiss. It was obvious that little connection had affected both of them, and Lindsay didn't know how to handle it. She was still unsure what her feelings were towards Danny.

"You seem to be spacing out a lot, that's all." She spoke quietly, concern taking over her.

He watched her, eyes narrowed in worry, and smiled. "I'm fine. Just a little tired."

The corners of her lips tugged slightly as she took in the sincere smile spread across his cheeks. Lindsay didn't know what overtook her, but she squeezed his wrist gently and let her palm trail a second longer than it should have. "See you later."

Nodding slowly, Danny let out a breath when she flashed him a grin before walking out of the break room. He looked at the spot where her hand had rested on and didn't feel any better. All she had done was made him want her more. The events from a fortnight ago still fresh in his memories, Danny bit his lip; he was keeping their working relationship strictly professional only because he didn't want an encore. He collapsed on the couch, brain throbbing from his 16 hours-and-still-counting shift, as well as from controlling the urge to reach out, hold her close and feel her body against his.

Lindsay was losing some of her cool. If the case didn't unsolve itself in ten minutes, she would have to struggle real hard to stop herself from smashing the test tubes against the floor. She stared at the rim of the beaker lying in front of her, mildly amused that she was actually admiring the reflections of the ceiling lights. "Damn it", she muttered and pushed the Pyrex beaker away.

"Danny." She called from the doorway of the lab he was in. He whirled around, lab coat swinging behind him, cotton bud in his hand. Lindsay let out a tiny dreamy sigh before she could catch herself. "I think we need to go back to the crime scene."

He nodded and passed the cotton bud to a lab tech, giving brief instructions. After that was done, he stepped forward to meet her, "Yeah, none of the DNA is foreign. All belong to the victim."

"I know, the murderer did a good job cleaning up." She tugged at the sleeve of his lab coat, reminding him that he needed to remove it.

Danny chuckled lowly and did so, hanging it on the rack; he turned back only to find that she was already more than ten feet ahead of him, heading towards the direction of the elevator.

A glimmer of light caught her eye as she neared the doorway to the kitchen in the victim's house. "Danny," Lindsay whispered, the suspense and thrill running like ants on her skin.

He faced her with a quizzical expression.

"Look." She instructed while placing her trace kit on the ground and opening it, rummaging around for her gloves.

"Where?" Danny felt stupid, but he really couldn't see much in the shadows. He copied her actions and put on his gloves, wondering if whatever it was that she had just seen was pertinent to solving the case.

"Something sparkled." She entered the kitchen cautiously, Danny close behind her. If not for the fact that she had just seen something that could potentially unlock the mystery of the death of the body lying in the lab, Lindsay would've willingly yielded into his warmth. Shaking away the thought, she crouched down where she had seen the shine of gold.

Danny kneeled next to her and looked at the metallic object lying partially under the bottom of the refrigerator. "A key."

She picked it up and flipped it over in her palm. Danny took the key away, pressing it against the floor so he could dust it for prints. In the process, his fingers brushed against the hollow of her palm and left with a tingly sensation coursing through her veins. Lindsay filed the thought away and smiled at him, "I hope the prints will help us."

He bagged the prints and nodded. The headache was still bothering him and he was in no mood to laugh. Lindsay sighed, "Danny, are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine." Damn her for being so observant.

"Right, and I believe you." She snatched the bag away from him gently and stood up, looking down at him, "There's no need to act like a tough guy around me, Messer."

Danny got up to his feet and watched her go back to where her trace kit was. What the hell did she mean? No woman had been as confusing as Lindsay was. He joined her to find the door which the lightly tarnished key would open, working silently. She broke the silence as he jammed the key into a room door.

"Talk to me."

The key didn't fit, it was much too small. "We're looking for a smaller keyhole."

"Nice try." She commented, and followed him into another room.

"Just got a headache, alright? I'm sure I'll be fine after I finally get some sleep."

Lindsay caught the defense in his tone and backed off, feeling a twinge of hurt, and directed her flash light towards the corners of the room. It was almost an hour later when they found a concealed door inside a wardrobe. The key fitted perfectly, and unraveled the mystery they were dying to solve. A hidden room with cupboards of hard, cold cash was bound to bring mishap on the hoarder, no matter how innocent they were.

The return trip to the lab was silent, Lindsay not daring to speak to Danny. She hopped out of the SUV after it pulled into the parking lot, seeking relief in the cool winter air. Danny unlocked the boot and they retrieved their trace kits and evidence. Lindsay cast him a sideway glance just as he turned to face her. Seeing the barrage of questions she was holding back, Danny sighed audibly.

"Don't worry your pretty head about me." He muttered, just loudly enough for her to hear.

She took a good look at him, taking in the faint rings beneath his eyes and slightly chapped lips. His hair was glowing amber in the setting sun. Forcing a smile, Lindsay tipped her head and walked towards the elevator. Something about seeing him with the warm hues of the city in the evening made him seem different. He seemed almost vulnerable. As she left him in the parking lot leaning tiredly against the back of the SUV, Lindsay squinted against the glaring rays and wondered why she wanted him to trust her so badly.

Light is another feat of nature that one can't really grasp. You can't touch the rainbow which forms after rain; neither can you hold the dazzling spectrum which escapes an illuminated prism. How something so intangible can fill and control our lives is simply a paradox.

People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is revealed only if there is light from within.
-Elisabeth Kübler-Ross

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