Description: Danny goes to shower, and sometimes goes missing. D/L of course!

All he wanted to do was to take a shower; a simple shower. The grit and grime of the city and today's' crime scene had made him miserable. One of the disadvantages of this job, he thought, as he opened his locker and gathered all his stuff for his shower.

He whistled a tune as he headed towards the shower. Too bad Lindsay can't join me, he thought. If she was in the shower, forget about lathering up; other activities would occur as he smiled in that devilish smirk that was his trademark.

Danny started to undress and piled up his clothes at the bench that was in front of the shower. He grabbed his shampoo and soap and placed them in the shower stall. He always put the soap behind him so it wouldn't fall in front of him.

Starting up the shower, he sighed as the blast of hot water poured down his body.

Lindsay had lost track of Danny after they arrived at the lab. She figured that he went to ask Adam about the pile of evidence that they piled up for him.

She asked Adam where Danny was and he told her that he was in the shower room. Since the crew all shared the same shower room, she was permitted to enter the facilities. She did not notice Danny in plain sight, but she did see a familiar shadow in the shower stall. And what was familiar was that she could make out a beautiful ass. Danny's ass.

She had this plan, a WONDERFUL plan.

Danny had just finished shampooing his hair when he reached behind him for his bar of soap. It wasn't there. Damn, he thought, I know I brought it in here.

With the water still on, he slowly opened the door of the shower stall. He reached for his towel so he could go back to his locker to look for his soap but it wasn't there. He looked on the bench and also noticed that his clothes were not there either.

Somebody has a sick sense of humor, he thought, as he placed his hands in front of him to cover up. Soapy water poured down his face as he headed towards his locker, and he quickly wiped away the water.

He still had not gotten all of the water out of his eyes and there was a shadow in front of his locker. It was a familiar shadow; it was Lindsay.

She held up his clothes and his towel and gave him that 1000-watt smile that he loved.

"Are ya looking for something, Messer." Lindsay said, smirking.

"Where ya got my soap." Danny said, smiling.

Lindsay reached in her pocket and held up the soap. Before he could grab it, she placed it in her bra.

"Come and get it". Lindsay said.

Danny was happy to oblige.

The end.