By the time Monday morning rolled around, Lindsay still didn't know what she was going to say to Danny when she walked into the lab. She had spent the entire previous day going through what had to have been the most bizarre night of her life. Since arriving in New York, various co-workers had invited her to different social activities. In order to prove to her family that she did actually have a life, she went to all of the events she was invited to. She had been informed of the latest event, the NYPD Christmas party, that she would be guilted into attending. She was sure that once she got there, she would feel less homesick and more in the Christmas spirit, but at the moment, the homesickness was winning. She wanted nothing more than to go home, put on her pajamas and curl up on her couch to watch the episodes of 'Lost' she had recorded on her TiVo over the past 2 months.

"Lindsay, you'll have fun. And would you really want to pass up the opportunity to see the men of the department in tuxes? Flack and Danny usually have too much to drink and end the evening regaling us with tales of their misspent youths. It's a blast."

"While I'm sure that's entertaining, I have better things to do with my time."

"Really?" she said this with her eyebrow lifted.

"What? I have at least four episodes of "Lost" to watch."

"Lindsay, this is your first Christmas in New York. You would feel a lot less lonely if you went out and spent time with actual people, instead of fictional con-artists and doctors"

"Alright." She sighs. "Black tie?"

"Atta girl!"

For the entire day, his mind had wandered over the previous night. From the second she walked into the party, he hadn't been able to take his eyes off of her. From her upswept hair to her fabulous legs perfectly showcased in her cocktail dress she was gorgeous.

"Look at the legs on you, Montana." As soon as he said it, he knew that he had embarrassed her. The red spots that appeared on her face proved that.

"Yes, Danny, I'm wearing a dress."

"Well, you look great. Can I get you a drink?" He signaled a waiter, before she even answered.

"A white wine please."

"The lady will have a white wine, and I'll have another scotch."

After the waiter brought their drinks, he raised his glass to her. The evening was under way.

As the evening went on, and the drinks kept coming, Flack and Stella observed the couple. Even the most casual observer would be able to tell that something was going on between the two. To the highly trained investigators, the "something" that was going on was blinding. They were so wrapped up in each other that it was difficult to pull them apart, even for a moment.

It was after a slightly inappropriate remark from Danny, that Lindsay decided that that it was time to end the evening. When she left to get her coat, Danny followed to apologize. As she turned to leave the coat room, she bumped into him. His hands reached out to steady her, and she made the mistake of looking into his eyes.

"I'm sor…" before she could even finish, his lips had crashed into hers. They stopped long enough to hail a taxi and make it to Danny's. The rest, as they say, is history.

As Lindsay stepped into the elevator on Monday morning, she heard a familiar voice shout "Hold up!" Once he was in the elevator and the doors had closed, he pressed the stop elevator button.

"You were gone when I woke up." There was something in his voice that made her feel guilty.

"Yeah, I had stuff that I had to do." When she tucked her hair behind her ear, Danny remembered that he had her hair clip in his bag.

"You left your hair clip at my place." He dug it from his bag and held it out to her.

As she accepted the clip, she decided to get the inevitable discussion out of the way.

"Listen, Danny, I don't think that the other night was a good idea. It was great, but we…"

"We work together. No, no. You're right. It was great, but we can't let this affect the job." The tone of his voice suggested that he didn't mean that at all.

"Right. Good. Then we should get to work." She quickly pressed the button to restart the elevator.

Both were glad to have gotten the awkward conversation out of the way. They had stopped it before it had gotten out of control. Little did they know that things were about to get way more complicated.

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