Danny was in deep shit. He had known it the moment he had woken up and had felt Lindsay's lush body curled into his, her head resting on his chest. He looked down at the woman in his arms and instead of the need to flee that usual assailed him in these situations he felt the need to pull her closer.

He closed his eyes as if in pain and opened them. Unable to help himself he ran his free hand over the soft skin of her arm, back and forth in gentle caresses. Her skin was so soft compared to his own.

Danny felt his heart constrict in his chest and he glanced at the clock. It was mid-morning already and despite the late hour he was tired. He had a good excuse. It wasn't like they did a whole lot of sleeping last night.

He groaned. He ached in placed he hadn't even known had muscles and the thoughts of why caused a grin to quirk his lips. Damn, his imagination had not done her justice.

He frowned at that thought. His imagination truly hadn't done her justice and that was half his problem.

What the hell had he been thinking sleeping with Monroe? He was a grown fucking man for God's sake. True, she had been a completely willing participate in everything that had happened last night, but it was no excuse. He should have been able to control himself.

Danny glanced down at her sleeping peacefully against him, and felt her bare breasts rise and fall with her even breathing, causing them to brush against the sensitive skin of his stomach. He shivered and wondered if there really was any red-blooded man alive that could have resisted her. He figured a guy would have to have been a eunuch or a saint, and he was neither.

He watched her and couldn't help but feel all the old insecurities rise to the surface. Women like Monroe didn't fall for guys like him. They were too smart for that, she was too smart for that. Sure he flirted and made a couple half ass attempts at pseudo-dates, but he hadn't been willing to cross that line. He had self-preservation instincts that where too evolved to allow him to fall into the trap, or so he had thought.

What really scared him though was the knowledge that she could hurt him. She could hurt him so badly that he might never be able to put the pieces back together. He sighed; he couldn't allow her to have that kind of power over him.

Danny moved his hand up her arm and gently ran in through her silky curls. Who the hell was he kidding, she already did.

He should never have slept with her and he sure as hell shouldn't want to do it again.

Still lost in his thoughts he felt her move, and he looked down to meet her sleep heavy eyes. They glowed bright like sunlight through a crystal decanter filled with good whiskey. He got drunk just looking into them.

Danny suppressed a groan. He was right; he was in deep shit.

"Ummm," she moaned and stretched against him like a cat. He choked on his own tongue and his body responded to her.

Her slightly too wide mouth was stretched in a luxurious smile.

"Morning Cowboy," she purred, actually fucking purred. He suppressed another groan.

She was trailing little kisses along his abdomen and he knew that he had to get her to stop. They needed to talk.

"Montana, ya gotta stop that. We gotta…we gotta talk"

She pouted and continued raining sweet kisses on his body. He braced her shoulders with his hands tried to push her away.

"Montana! Stop!"

Something in his tone must have got through to her because she stopped abruptly and looked up at him. She didn't look so much puzzled as wary. He didn't like this look; it didn't bode well for him.

"You want to talk? About what?"

Danny ran a hand through his hair.

"About last night, about what happened."

Lindsay's eyes shuttered and she pulled away from him, wrapped a lose sheet around her body and got out of the bed. Danny felt the loss of her softness like he would his arm if someone chopped it off.

"What's to talk about? We had sex, end of story."

He blinked in surprise. He wasn't sure what he had expected her to say, but it sure as hell hadn't been that.

"Montana…" She wrapped the sheet tighter around her body and cut him off.

"Danny don't, please. I already know what you are going to say. Look, if it makes you feel better you know as well as I that I came on to you. I'm a big girl and believe me I know the difference between sex and love. You don't have to worry about me getting too…attached."

Danny felt his stomach twist at her words and he wasn't sure why. This is what he wanted right? He wanted her to admit to him that she wasn't attached to him, that they had a good time and it was still cool between them, right? So why did he feel like someone had shoved a pitch fork into his heart.

"Monroe, look its not…that's not how…" He wasn't quite sure what he was suppose to say and he watched as each word he spoke seemed to push her further and further away from him.

"Danny, I told you, you don't have to worry about…"

Lindsay was interrupted by the ringing of her cell phone. Annoyed she crossed to her bag, picked it up, and checked the display. It was Stella. She clicked it on.

"Monroe. Hey Stel. You're kidding! No, no. Yes I understand. We'll leave right away. Yeah we'll come right to the lab. Sure. Me? I'm fine. No I swear it's nothing, just a misunderstanding. Yeah I will. See you soon."

Lindsay clicked off her phone and dropped it back into her bag. He back still to him she told him about her phone call.

"That was Stella. We've got a new problem. Seems Davis has escaped."

Danny cursed and got out of bed. He hunted around for a minute and managed to find both his jeans and his glasses and he pulled them on.

"Did she say how?"

Lindsay shook her head in the negative and turned to look at him.

"Mac wants us back in the city ASAP, her words." Danny nodded and frowned.

"Lindsay…" he tried to say again. She turned away.

"We need to get going."

He watched her as she retreated into the bathroom and a few moments later he heard the shower click on. With a defeated sigh he sunk down unto the edge of the bed and put his head in his hands.

He was confused. He was either right and she was better off thinking whatever the hell it was she seemed to be thinking or he was the dumbest sonavobitch alive for not contradicting her when she was telling him it was just sex.

He had a sinking feeling it was the latter and that no matter how much she protested Lindsay wasn't as unaffected as she was pretending to be.

Lindsay let the warm spray of the shower caress her tired body and she choked down the urge to cry. The tears brimmed just under her eyelashes but by shear force of stubborn will she did not let them fall. She had vowed the day her mother died that she wouldn't cry again. She had shed enough tears that day for two lifetimes. She sure as hell was not going to cry over Danny Messer.

Lindsay sighed. She had expected this. When she had forced the issue last evening she had known that he had thought he was making a mistake, but she had foolishly hoped that he would change his mind.

She felt her heart constrict in her chest and she rested her head against the tile, letting the water beat down.

Her thighs and stomach muscles twinge in protest and the space between her legs was very tender.

It was no wonder. They had done things last night that were illegal in some states. He nipples puckered at the very thought and she frowned in annoyance.

Apparently her body wasn't up to speed with her head when it came to Danny. She briefly wonder how she was going to pull off working with him after knowing what he could do to her, how he could make her feel.

The sex wasn't the worst part, no the worst part was the feeling that she really was lying to herself when said that it was just sex and they could go back to where they were before.

Lindsay grabbed a bar of soap roughly and started running it over her body. Her mind instantly replaced the image with the image of his hands and she groaned.

Her heart twinged again and she wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand.

She realized that she wasn't going to be able to get these images out of her mind anytime soon and she almost hated him for that.

What she really hated though was the feeling of abandonment that ate at her. She didn't know why she felt like that, she hadn't been his to abandon, not really, but her heart didn't seem to know or care about the difference.

She had known that she cared about him. She wouldn't have slept with him if she hadn't. Now though, she had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that she her heart had done something very foolish.

She couldn't have though. She had explicitly forbid her heart from becoming too attached, but apparently it had been out to lunch while she was giving her brain that lecture.

Lindsay tilted her head up in the spray and fought a mental battle with her emotions. She couldn't have, wouldn't have…she had not fallen for him.

Now all she had to do was make herself believe it.