A/N: Wow, guys, thanks for all the reviews! You're great. Here's the second chapter! Hope you enjoy :)


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Danny quickly lit the last candle and walked to the door.

"Hi."

Lindsay smiled sweetly.

"Hey."

Danny looked at her. She was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a white T-shirt that revealed only slightly more than the shirts she wore to work. She looked great.

"Wanna come in?"

"Sure."

He stepped aside and enjoyed the tingle she sent through him as she brushed past him. He heard her sharp intake of breath when she saw the room. She turned around quickly, a huge smile on her face. He grinned sheepishly, hoping she liked the way he had set up the room for their dinner.

"Danny…"

"I know, I know, I promised you take-out and a movie, but I hope this will do, too."

Lindsay didn't say anything, but Danny could tell from the look on her face that she liked it. He guided her to her chair and pulled it back for her.

"Why, what a gentleman you are now, Mr. Messer, I didn't think you had it in you this morning," she teased gently, but he knew she was pleased, so he just grinned.

"What can I say? Only the best for my Montana. So," he continued, "I hope you like spaghetti?"

She nodded.

"Alright then."

Danny walked into the kitchen and came back with their food. Lindsay looked up to his face.

"You cooked?"

It was all she could think of to say, after all, she came here expecting take-out and a movie, not a romantic dinner cooked by Danny himself. There were candles around the table they were sitting at, and the lights were off.

"Yeah."

"You're just full of surprises tonight."

They smiled, both not quite knowing what to say. They just sat and ate for a while, and after they both had had enough, Lindsay finally broke the silence.

"So, why did you decide to cook me dinner instead of the promised take-out and a movie? Not that I mind," she hastily added, "I'm just curious."

Danny laughed and rubbed the back of his head, slightly embarrassed.

"Well, I just thought this would be nicer than to order take-out."

"You thought right, this is nicer indeed."

Then suddenly everything went very fast. One moment Danny and Lindsay were standing a couple feet away, the next moment Danny was kissing her. Very gentle at first, he didn't want to push her to do anything she didn't wanted, but when she responded he kissed her more passionately. Soon they found their way to his bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind them.

Later, they lay in his bed, snuggled together closely. Danny pushed a stray of hair behind Lindsay's ear, whose cheeks were still a little red. She closed her eyes and smiled happily. She soon fell asleep, tired from their 'messing up the bedroom', but he lay awake for a while, thinking of her, and them together. He grinned and closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep.

Sleep wouldn't come though, and after an hour he carefully loosened his grip on her and got out of bed. Wearing nothing but a pair of boxers, he walked into the kitchen and started making coffee.

Meanwhile, Lindsay had woken up when she turned around and didn't find anything but a pillow lying next to her. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, looking around in search for Danny. When she didn't see him, she got out of bed, grabbed the first shirt she saw (which happened to be not hers, but Danny's) and walked out of the bedroom. She found Danny half-naked in the kitchen, with his back to her, making coffee. She smiled and snaked her arms around his waist. Danny startled first, but relaxed when he realized it was his Montana.

"Hey," he said.

"Hi," she answered, her voice still sleepy.

"Why aren't you asleep?" he asked her, turning around in her embrace and returning it. She rested her cheek against his bare chest.

"I woke up to find an empty bed, that wasn't how I fell asleep."

"Sorry. I tried not to wake you."

"S'okay. Why are you up?"

"Couldn't sleep."

Lindsay turned her head so her chin touched Danny's chest and her eyes met his.

"Why not? Is there something wrong?"

"No, of course not," he told her, smiling. "I was just thinking about you, about us. About calling us us."

She frowned, not quite understanding what he meant.

"What do you mean?"

"I was wondering if I could call us… us. You know, how I should refer to you to others."

He frowned too, now, as he didn't understand himself anymore. Lindsay chuckled.

"Well, save the question and ask me again tomorrow, I'm too tired to understand what you mean right now."

He nodded and kissed her.

"Are you coming back to bed?"

"Sure."

"You know, if you can't sleep, I'm sure we can find a way to get you tired," Lindsay suggested, wiggling her eyebrows. Danny laughed and lifted her, making Lindsay squeal.

"Then off to bed we go," he said, and carried her back to bed again.

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Half an hour later, Lindsay woke up again, finding Danny awake, but beside her in bed.

"Danny," she began.

"Yeah?"

"I was thinking about your question."

He raised his eyebrows.

"I thought you were asleep?"

"Yeah, well, I can think pretty well while I'm asleep."

They laughed.

"But, anyway, I think I understand what you mean."

"Good. Me too. And?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

She laughed and patted his cheek.

"Yes, you can call us us."

He smiled and kissed her again. When Lindsay was almost asleep again, Danny whispered again to her.

"Montana?"

She didn't react.

"Lindsay?"

"Hmmm?"

"I…"

She opened her eyes and looked at him.

"What's up, Danny?"

"I love you."

Her eyes widened for a second, then she grinned and kissed him.

"I love you too."

"Really?"

She laughed.

"Yes of course, you dumb-ass."

"Say it again."

"I love you, Danny Messer."

"I love you too, Lindsay Monroe."

And after that they both fell asleep, lying in each other's embrace.