Thanks again for the reviews! I wasn't going to post this fic until later today, but my friends from the city are coming up way earlier then I had thought. So I figured I should post it this morning. This is actually the first fic I wrote in the series, the one that started it all I guess . Hope you enjoy.

Title: Hiding Places
Summary: "Well, this supply closet is much better then the bottom of the stairwell, don't cha think?"
A/N: Takes place 6 months into their relationship.


"Hey Montana!" Danny called down the hall. Lindsay, who had just came out of the break room stopped, waiting for him to catch up. "I've got the DNA results."

As Danny came up to her, they started walking in stride. "We're looking for a family member. A brother or father, to be more exact."

"There's no record of any siblings, and his father has been dead for 6 years, so…"

"His real father is alive and well." Danny said, finishing her sentence. "Hawkes is cross referencing all our other evidence, trying to find any connections."

Lindsay nodded. She had been following Danny's lead while walking, and realized they were heading in the opposite direction of the lab where Hawkes was, where she assumed they were heading.

"Isn't the lab…" she started, only to be interrupted by Danny.

"We got a little pit stop to make first." He said, turning the corner, leading to a supply closet. In a quick move, Danny had opened the door, pulled Lindsay in and locked it.

As soon as they were in, his lips crashed onto hers. Slightly caught off guard, Lindsay fell backwards, hitting the shelf behind her. She quickly recovered, bringing her hands up around Danny's neck. They broke free a few minutes later to catch their breath.

"You know…" Lindsay started, still holding Danny close. "We're going to have to stop doing this at work. For one, we are running out of hiding places."

Danny laughed, and looked around. "Well, this supply closet is much better then the bottom of the stairwell, don't cha think?"

"Yes, but we are also way more likely to get caught here."

"That's what makes it exciting." He said quietly, kissing her again. Since they had begun seeing each other, Danny had been making a habit of pulling her into random rooms and cubby spaces. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy it, and she had to admit she got a bit of a thrill out of it. But on several occurrences, they had almost been caught. She didn't want to get that type of reputation in the lab.

They both froze when the door knob shook. Someone was trying to get in. They looked at each other, neither moving, expressions of fear on their faces. They heard footsteps moving farther from the door, and they both breathed a sigh of relief.

"We should really get back to work anyway," Lindsay said. "Hawkes will be wondering where we are."

Danny nodded, giving Lindsay another kiss before heading to the door. He listened against it, and slowly unlocked it, peeking out a crack. He moved aside, letting Lindsay go out first. It was a system they had perfected. Lindsay would leave first, and Danny would head out 3 minutes after. By this time, anyone who had seen Lindsay leave would most likely be gone. After Lindsay had left, he moved over to the shelf that she had backed into and quickly put the supplies back that had fell down.

He came into the lab a few minutes later, putting on his lab coat as he entered. Hawkes and Lindsay were looking through the mountain of evidence that was on the table in front of them.

"Hey," Hawkes said, looking up from the fingerprints he was studying. "The things on the left are ones we've already looked through, and didn't find anything."

"Alright," Danny said, picking up a scarf. He brought over a magnifying glass, studying the tear that was on it. He quickly stole a glance over at Lindsay. She caught his gaze, and quickly diverted her eyes, a blush rising to her already slightly flushed cheeks. Danny smiled to himself.

"I need to get some more print dust." Hawkes said suddenly. The look between his two colleagues didn't go unnoticed by him. He started out of the room, stopping when he was behind Danny and Lindsay. He leaned in slightly closer to them.

"The supply closet was locked before. Weird, isn't it?" he said in an amused and knowing tone. He smiled to himself as he moved out of the room. As he was almost out the door, he turned. "By the way, there is some black powder on the back of your shirt Lindsay."

The couple exchanged looks. It didn't take a genius to figure out the underlying meaning of Hawkes' statement. Lindsay took off her lab coat, straining her head to try and see her back. Sure enough, there was print dust on her pink top. Hawkes must have seen it when she walked in. Danny and Lindsay both smiled, and went back to the evidence. Perhaps they should rethink their new hiding place…


Reviews would be lovely The final part should be up sometime tomorrow, depending on my work schedule.