Title: Love Too Young

Rating: FRT
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Just the idea.
Spoilers: None
Summary: What if Danny and Lindsay knew each other in high school? What if Lindsay lived in New York and moved away? This is WAY OUT THERE so be nice.

Sorry about the excruciatingly long wait. Chapters don't come easily to me…

I'm actually shocked at the response this got. I wrote it in 1 hr, and didn't expect it to be liked.

Ok, I wasn't planning on this to have chapters, because I absolutely suck at chapters, but since I've had overwhelming requests for a continuation, I'll give it a shot. I can't promise that it will be as good as the first chapter, but I'll see what I can do.

Dybdahl Wow! What a review! Thanks. Sometimes people have to be persistent for me to listen :D

oddie562 Sorry, he died. But Lindsay is going to fly to NY…eventually.

chili-peppers Glad ya like.

AngelJunkie I want to see what happens too. I'm just kinda writing this on the fly. Hopefully it runs smooth.

MedicWarrickLvr Unique? Thank you. I like being unique.

Jen'sLostER Yes, I do have a small amount of inspiration. I've spent months figuring out some ideas.

Elainhe Tee hee…thankyou.

NCISLOVER Thank you for the kind words.

Someone also commented on a few spelling/grammar mistakes, and how I hardly make them…Now I'm embarrassed. I read through the whole thing and didn't notice any, and then I read if after I posted it and found a few. I'll try and do better this time. Sorry to disappoint.

PS I always try toright the entire fanfic, then post it. Getting all the bumps and stuff is easier that way. So don't be disappointed if you have an idea and it doesn't happen.

PSS I'm still in the process of writing this thing, so some chapters will have to wait...

Back in New York, Danny Messer is at another scene. He looks at the victim and turns a ghostly shade of white. The blue eyes of a light brown haired boy with glasses stare back up at him.

Mac brings Danny into his office. Four words change his life.

"Seven alleles in common."

"What do you mean seven alleles in common? I swear Mac, I've never had a kid!"

Danny, who had been sitting in Mac's office, relatively calm, jumped from the chair as if it had caught on fire.

"Danny let me finish." Given the situation, Mac shouldn't have been as calm as he was.

Danny was exact opposite

"What do you expect me to do? Sit here and act rationally? You just told me I have a dead son I didn't know I had!" Danny was downright hysterical.

"Yes, I do expect you to act rationally. I also expect you to listen to me."

Mac tried for make his voice forceful but found it difficult. He can't imagine what this was doing to the younger CSI. He knew Danny's reaction was expected.

Danny slumped back into a chair, while Mac leaned against the front of his desk, and pulled a file off a pile to his right.

"I took the liberty to look up anything about..." what was Mac to call him? Victim? Your son? He settled with what he would normally use. "...the victim."

He couldn't help but see Danny cringe.

"This" he held up the file, "is everything I found. First of all, I'm taking you off the case. Second, you are at no point to get involved in the case. Third, I'm giving you the week off."

Danny looked indignant, but didn't say anything.

"I'm only going to give you this file, when you promise me you won't, under any circumstance, get involved. Am I understood?"

"Do you want me to sit back and rel…"

"Danny! Don't make me repeat myself." Mac warned.

"Ok fine. I won't get involved. But I would like to be informed about things." Danny was almost pleading. He had so many questions, and absolutely no answers.

"That… I can do." Mac wasn't going to allow it, but Danny had a right to know.

"Do you have any idea as to who his mother could be?"

"The kid's sixteen years old. That would have made me like eighteen!" Realization hit him. There was only one woman he got physically involved with that long ago.

"No she wouldn't..." Danny started to pace.

"Danny?"

"…she wasn't...she couldn't have been…"

"Who, Danny?"

Danny sat back in the chair across from Mac's desk.

"Back in high school, I had a girlfriend. We were kinda serious. A week after we graduated, I never heard from her again." Sadness crept onto Danny's face. He had never forgotten, or fully gotten over his first love.

"Could she have been pregnant?"

"It's possible. I mean, we did...she would have told me!" Danny ran a somewhat shaky hand through his hair.

"What's her name?"

"Lindsay Monroe. She's probably gotten married since then. We went to Franklin High." He wasn't sure why, but a slight disappointment came over him when he said 'married'.

"Ok. That's good. It's a start." A wave of relief washed over Mac. Although he respected the younger CSI, he still knew of Danny's commitment problems.

Danny leaned forward and put his head in his hands.

"What am I gonna do Mac?"

"You're going to go home. You are not to step one foot into this building unless I call you."

And with that, Danny was sent home, millions of questions rushing through his head.

Was Lindsay actually the boys' mother?

Did she know she was pregnant during the last month or so of school?

Why didn't she tell him?

Where had she gone?

Ever since he became a CSI, Danny had learned that evidence doesn't lie. But he still couldn't wrap his head around it. He had a son! A son that was his mirror image! A son that was now lying on a metal slab in the morgue!

What was his name?

When's his birthday?

Did he do sports?

Why was he killed?

Who was his father now?

Four beers later, Danny sat on his bed surrounded by old photographs, yearbooks, and high school mementos.

Now Danny wasn't the sentimental type, but during his high school days, he actually felt himself falling in love with the woman he had been stuck to the hip with.

When she had left without so much as a goodbye, it broke his heart. The night of Prom, he had given her his soul, just to have it thrown away.

What did he do? Was it his fault? If she was pregnant, then why did she leave? Would he have accepted it? Would he of been a good father? The idea of being a father, even know at thirty-four, scared him. What would it of done to him at eighteen? Was he ready to face Lindsay? Was she ready to face him? Was his lack of commitment now, the product of her departure then? Was he mad, upset, or just scared?

So many questions. So very few answers.

Along with the collection of memories from his past surrounding him, laid a personnel file. The file Mac had given him with what little information was known about his biological son. He wasn't sure if he wanted to look at it.

That would make the body in the morgue, along with the nightmare that had lasted sixteen years for Lindsay, reality.

Deciding it would tear him apart if he didn't; he reached for the file and cautiously opened the front page.

Back in Montana, Lindsay sat in the break room at the Bozeman Forensics Department, totally unaware of the events on the other side of the continent.

Author's Note: In this, both Danny and Lindsay are 34. Mathematically it just worked out that way. In really life, Carmine is 33, while Anna is 34.