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Summary: This is a DannyLindsay story. If you don't like 'em together, don't read this. No flames as per their relationship. This is why you have a choice to read this or not:D Please read and review...my muse loves the attention!

A/N: Just to let y'all know, this will be a five chapter story, but I won't be able to update very frequently...Please bear with me!

Chapter 1.

Sight

Sight. The ability to see. Mental perception or consideration. An opportunity to observe or inspect. Something worth seeing; a spectacle.

(Danny's POV)

Detective Danny Messer was a scientist. He believed in things that you could see and understand with your senses. He gave little thought to emotions, for you couldn't measure them. At least, that's what he thought.

When he got the call to go to the zoo, he knew that the new CSI was going to be there. He was prepared to hate them. He would hate anyone that replaced Aiden. Aiden and Danny were close, tight. Like brother and sister. Sure, he had aspirations of dating her, who didn't? She was a gorgeous woman who shot him down before he could even make an overture. He loved her for it. She could have been mean, a bitch even, but she wasn't. She let him down easy. He considered her one of his best friends. Damn. Why did she have to get herself fired!

So Danny walked towards the scene, completely prepared to hate the new person. No one could replace Aiden. Not in work, not in his heart.

Sighing as he arrived at the zoo, he grabbed his case out of his truck and walked to the tiger enclosure. As he walked his eyes automatically flicked over every women present, mentally checking them out. He told himself that it was just because he was a cop. He was trained to observe. And observe he did.

When he got into the enclosure, he caught sight of an unknown woman, talking to Mac. That must be the replacement. Damn! Why did Mac have to choose a woman? He observed them, his subconscious noting that the woman was very attractive. He appreciated the look of the woman from behind. When he came up behind her he heard in her voice how much she was trying to impress Mac.

Danny smirked as Mac walked away. He couldn't resist a good hazing. "Always call him sir."

She looked up and he fell into a pair of wise chocolate brown eyes. His heart skipped at the emotion that hit him. Ruthlessly he stomped down on the emotion, upset with himself for feeling that way. He just smirked and left her alone, wondering how soon she would irritate Mac.

He watched her in the lab, processing the evidence. He felt a certain satisfaction at watching her fumble around in the unfamiliar environment. He gallantly offered to help her, but his offer was refused coolly. So she's upset with the joke. Oh, well.

The sight of her having to process the tiger's feces made him very happy. I couldn't have thought of a better way to haze a newbie! This is perfect. His happiness was tempered by the discovery of just how competent she was. He hated to admit it, but she was a damn good CSI.

After talking with Mac later, he discovered that this seemingly frail woman took down a man who had a good eight inches and sixty pounds on her. Appearances can be deceiving, he found out. Sight is a very easily fooled sense. Magicians do it all the time with their magic tricks. He had the brief thought that she might be a magician; for all that she looked like the magicians assistant. Of course, he thought, the magician's assistant is responsible for making the trick seem real. That's all this is. It's an illusion.

So he decided to try to distant her from himself, by calling her Montana. He perversely enjoyed the way she cringed whenever he called her that. He watched her reactions, not realizing that he was letting emotion rule.

Weeks go by. He realized that he was starting to like her as a friend. He still remembers seeing the expression on her face at the way he grabbed her hand outside of the doll hospital. He realized that the sight of her was beginning to brighten his day, but he tried hard to let it go.

Then they found the dead body in Giants Stadium. He didn't know what to think when she paged him 911. When he walked up to her in the hall, he saw a look of confusion on her face. Then she showed him the results. He still doesn't understand why she brought this to him first. She went out on a limb for me. Why? He saw her outside of Mac's office when he was relieved of duty. He knew everyone else was there, but he only saw her.

The question nagged him throughout the day, but was quickly forgotten when he learned about Louie. When she brought him the tape to listen to, he remembers seeing only her eyes. Eyes that could make him forget all the pain that he was feeling. She told him with a look that she was there for him if he wanted.

The thought scared him. He backed off, going back to being the cool playboy. Can't let myself become involved. Can't let myself become involved. He doesn't realize that he already is.

After the woman from Montana was murdered, he saw a well known look in her eyes. Incomprehension. She needed to hear why, but he could only give her a look of encouragement as he told her that finding a reason is not always possible. He told her to let it go, but he knew by her look that she would not be able to. Silently he gave her the look that told her that he was there for her. Secretly he hoped that she would take him up on the offer.

A month went by. He heard about the bomb going off. He was scared. He knew that Mac, Flack and Lindsay were at the scene. He told himself that they would be alright. Then he walked up to the scene. The destruction astounded him.

When he caught sight of her, his heart stopped. She was bleeding. The sight of blood on her face scared and angered him at once. He stops to listen to her talk, reassuring himself that she was fine.

That night, at the hospital, he watched her. He looked at her and said the words on his mind all day. "Still want that ride?"

(Lindsay's POV)

Lindsay Monroe was a methodical woman. She was also someone who was in touch with her feelings. She felt that it gave her more power. She tried not to dwell too much on something that she could not change, but occasionally there were some feelings that she could not deny.

She knew that it was going to be one of those days when she got the call from her new supervisor to meet him at the New York Zoo. She loved animals, so she was interested to see the zoo, even if she was working. She didn't expect what she found.

She was investigating the scene when she felt someone come up behind her. She turned to see an extremely handsome man standing behind her. When he introduced himself, she was astounded that she would be working closely with him.

Her fascination quickly turned to annoyance when she realized the trick he had played on her, telling her to call Mac sir. She controlled her anger at the childish prank and strove to complete her job in a professional manner.

Her annoyance rose when he arrogantly asked if he could help her in the lab. The sight of him smirking rose her hackles. She quickly brushed him off, telling him that she would be fine.

When they got their next case, she quickly saw the methodical scientist in him come out. It perplexed her. She was quickly becoming accustomed to his little smirk. But all she saw when she looked at him was a player. She stubbornly told her heart not to get attached.

She soon learned that the player front he put on was so that the rest of the world could not see the real him. She enjoyed surprising him with her knowledge of what Mac did on Wednesday nights. She was surprised that he had not seen the truth for himself.

Months passed and she found herself becoming friends with him. She knew that when people saw them together there were murmurs that they were dating. She knew better than anyone else that looks could be deceiving. I wonder. What is he hiding?

She found the answer to her question, much too soon. She stared at the DNA results, unbelieving. She reran the test four times before she realized that it would do no good. I better talk to him about this. So she paged him with a 911. She had him meet her in a deserted corridor. She saw the look of confusion on his face when he asked her what was going on. She told him. Then she showed him the results. She watched as he got a hard look on his face and asked if she had told anyone else. The question astounded her. Why would I tell anyone else? She replied that she had not and he took the results with him as he walked to Mac's office.

She stood outside with everyone else as she watched them take his gun and badge. Anger welled up inside of her at the sight. As he turned and looked out the glass, she locked eyes with him, silently trying to tell him that she was there for him. She felt frustrated. She thought that she knew him better. Mama always said that looks could be deceiving. But she also taught me to trust my gut. My gut tells me that he didn't do it.

When she found out about his brother, her heart broke for him. When she got the tape from the hospital, she quickly tried to get it to work. When she heard the tape, she knew her gut was right.

Mac went to the hospital, but she took a copy of the tape. She knew that he needed to know what his brother did for him. When he listened to the tape, she watched him struggle to suppress his feelings. He was still trying to put up a brave front. She told him that she would be there for him, if he needed her. Please take me up on the offer. No one else will understand. I will. There are things that I like to keep out of sight, too. Out of sight, out of mind.

She was disappointed when she saw him outside of the hospital with Mac. Sighing at the sight, she turned and left.

A few scant weeks later, she watched in horror as Hawkes showed them that the facial reconstruction of Aiden. She watched the team, for their varying reactions. Danny looked like he was ready to kill someone. She saw a pure unadulterated rage cross his face and a light went on above her head. He's in love with her. That's why he doesn't act on the flirting. Damn.

She thought back to every time she had talked to him about Aiden. She realized that the look of love had always been present. She had just chosen to ignore it. She decided to dash her hopes right then.

She had been successful for a month in suppressing her emotions. Then when she saw the sight of destruction of the building that had just been blown up, the emotions broke. Fear overtaking her, she tried to call Mac over and over, with no response.

She looked up and saw Stella and Danny making their way towards her. She babbled something to Stella, but when she looked into Danny's eyes, she felt herself fall. He was worried about her, that much she saw before he walked away. Realizing after he left, he had told her to take care of her head, she walked over to the EMT's who quickly put a bandage on it.

Later, when they were working in the lab, she realized that he was calling her Lindsay, not Montana. She smiled inside. Realized that she was still shaking, she made an off chance comment about not wanting to take the subway home. She smiled; a light coming to her eyes when he offered to take her home. She agreed.

Later in the hospital, her spirits dropped at the sight of Flack lying in the bed. He looked like death warmed over. The rest of the team was there, but they decided to stay at the hospital in shifts. She looked deep into Danny's eyes as he asked her, "Still want that ride?"

She murmured yes and they left the hospital.

TBC.