It just doesn't happen.
As in any story, there is a beginning, a conflict, a climax, and an end.
This is the beginning.
Lindsay opens her apartment door. Standing on her doorstep is Danny. Something in the back of Lindsay's mind stopped her from asking what he was doing at her doorstep in the middle of the night.
Was he as lonely as she was?
Danny enters the room, makes a joke about her apartment being too cold to remind her of Montana. She laughs. She always laughs at his jokes, even if seven of the ten times his jokes aren't exactly funny.
Danny makes up some lame excuse for being there. He'd probably say he wants to go over a case file with her. He'd probably tell her his favorite stand-up comic is on Letterman and she "absolutely has to see this guy". He would even use Mac as an excuse --- he'd probably say that Mac has a message for her, even though the message could obviously wait for the next day's workday.
Whatever the lame excuse will be, Lindsay would buy it.
As Danny makes himself comfortable on her couch, Lindsay reaches for her cordless phone and dials a number --- take-out. She knows what he likes --- penne puttanesca. The Italians love their pasta.
Danny turns on the TV. Letterman is on. Maroon 5 is the musical guest. Danny hums "Sunday Morning" along with Adam Levine. Lindsay hear him singing and smiles to herself.
The take-out arrives and Lindsay joins Danny on the couch. On the TV set, Lindsay Lohan tries to sound funny --- or at least sober.
Danny steals glimpses of Lindsay as she crossed her legs in a yoga position, chuckling silently at Letterman's jokes. Lindsay had a silent, little laugh. Danny continues to watch her as her thick, blonde curls frame her face when she leans her head on the couch.
Lindsay drinks from her glass of water as she steals glimpses of Danny. She watches as his bicep peeks out of his shirt as he stretches his arms overhead. She looks on as he adjusts his glasses when it falls of slightly from his perfect nose.
At some point, with all those stolen glances, they catch each other looking at each other. Neither would flinch. Neither would smile. Neither could hardly breathe, as the sound of their beating hearts drown the voice of Letterman.
