Disclaimer: I am not connected in any way with the creators of any of the CSI shows. (I wish I was though, so Danny and Lindsay would get together already.) These are just my mind's version of the show.

It's Moving Day! Danny and Lindsay make their first appearance as a couple.

Lindsay could not believe that they spent two hours in the shower. That was probably the best two hours of my life, she recalled, smiling saucily.

She was toweling herself off and watching Danny at the same time. He stood in front of his closet looking for a shirt. For a moment, she gazed at him, admiring his sculpted back and strong shoulders. She let out a dreamy sigh, threading her hand through her wet curls. A warm glow started in the region of her heart and traveled through the rest of her body. I have got to be the luckiest woman in the world, she mused.

Danny's muffled voice came from within the closet. "Like what you see, Montana?"

Lindsay laughed and walked over to him. She wrapped her arms around his waist, placed a kiss on his bare back and answered, "Definitely." She squeezed her arms tight around him and started getting dressed.

Picking up the clothes they threw around in their haste to get at each other, she reminded Danny, "You have to hurry up. Flack called us two hours ago. It's a miracle he hasn't called to ask you where you were."

Danny snorted, "If I'm right, he's probably enjoying being alone with Jordan. He hates moving furniture. He only volunteered cause he wanted to spend more time with her. When you moved in, I don't remember him volunteering to help out."

Lindsay considered that, "I guess you're right. But you still have to hurry up cause I have to stop by my apartment before going to Jordan's. I need to change."

Danny chuckled and pointed out, "I don't know why you're on my case, Linds. See, the way I see it, I'm dressed and you're not," he explained, gesturing to himself and then to her.

Lindsay blinked and realized he was right. He was standing there, casually dressed in jeans and a tank top covered with a blue shirt, while she stood gaping at him like an idiot, clad only in her underwear.

"Not that I mind," he said, walking over to her. He hugged her and placed a kiss on her shoulder. He really loved doing that. She noticed that he did that many times last night and this morning.

She leaned into him for a moment and smiled contentedly. She couldn't recall ever being this happy. It's been a long time since she felt like this: free and safe, cherished and protected. After spilling her secrets to Danny, she felt lighter, having released a huge burden from her heart, leaving only room for Danny.

They stood there like that: totally at peace with themselves and the world. Then Danny did the most unexpected thing: he swooped down and carried her to his couch.

Lindsay squealed in surprised and clung to him. "Danny! What're you doing?"

Danny just grinned at her and fell back on the couch, arranging their bodies so that she was cuddled on his lap and wrapped in his arms. Then he proceeded to kiss her senseless.

After a few minutes, they acknowledged their biological need for air and pulled apart. Lindsay breathed deeply in contentment, her arms wrapped around Danny's neck, playing with the sensitive skin at the nape of his neck.

She smiled at him and asked, "Not that I mind, Messer, but what was that for?"

Danny widened his eyes in mock innocence and answered, "What? Can't a guy make out with his girlfriend for no reason?"

Lindsay's heart warmed at the thought of being Danny Messer's girlfriend. She shrugged at his answer and then proceeded to kiss him senseless.

When they again pulled back for air, Danny was grinning widely. "I guess there's no problem then."

When Lindsay started to get up, he tightened his grip on her. He kissed her one more time, touched his forehead to hers and looked in her eyes as he said, "I love you, Lindsay Monroe."

Lindsay kissed him back and answered, "I love you, Danny Messer."

It was another hour before they left Danny's apartment.

Flack surveyed the mountain of boxes in front of him. Jordan had asked him to move the boxes into the spare bedroom. She explained that she was going to turn it into a study/home office.

He sighed. Damn. This wasn't one of my brighter ideas. Still, he admitted to himself that he volunteered to help her move so that he could spend more time with her.

They've been working together for a week now. They always had lunch together, conveniently falling back on the reason that it made no sense to eat separately. Since they were partners, they worked together on cases, so they spent a lot of time together. But Flack was still craving opportunities to spend time with her outside of work.

Moving boxes it is, then. He gritted his teeth and picked up one box. Although he was a strong guy, he staggered beneath the weight of that one box. What does she have in here anyways? Rocks? He hated moving. If he had his way, he would never change apartments, just so that he'd never have to go through the hell of moving.

Five boxes later, Danny and Lindsay finally arrived, both casually dressed for moving.

"Hey, Flack," Danny greeted him as he sauntered into Jordan's apartment. "Where's Addison?"

Flack grunted as he heaved a huge box onto his back, "What took you so long? I called you three hours ago."

Danny shrugged and answered, "What? We stopped by and had brunch. We figured we'd need our strength if we were going to keep hauling boxes all day."

Flack let out a resigned sigh and answered, "Fine. Jordan wants us to move these boxes into the spare bedroom."

Danny just laughed and picked up a box, following his friend. Nothing could ruin his mood today.

Lindsay had wandered off into the other rooms to look for Jordan. She found her friend unpacking clothes in the bedroom.

"Hey, Jordan," she greeted. "Sorry we're late." She didn't offer any explanations. "So, boss. Where do I start?"

Jordan just grinned at her friend. "If it's alright, I could use some help with my clothes. We can catch up while we work."

"Sure," Lindsay answered. The women got down to work hanging and folding clothes. As they did so, they talked about old acquaintances. Both being country girls, they had their own stories about moving into the "big cities". Jordan told Lindsay about the interesting cases she got to handle in L.A. and Lindsay shared her own weird experiences. Both recounted being "initiated" into the big city. Lindsay started telling Jordan some useful things she learned about living in New York.

"I learned that once you get home, the first thing you do is lock your door behind you. You also shouldn't randomly buzz people in, unless you know who they are," Lindsay recalled the advice given to her by her co-workers. Actually, most of the advice came from Danny. In the beginning, she found it strange that he seemed so concerned about her safety. But now, it just made a soft smile curl her lips.

Jordan noticed the slow smile and teased, "Are you thinking about Danny again?"

Lindsay groaned at the high school-ness of that question and blushed.

Jordan laughed and said, "Come on, Linds. We were roommates for four years. I know you well enough to recognize the signs. You're crazy about him aren't you?"

Lindsay's eyes turned dreamy as she answered, "Yes, I am."

Jordan probed a little deeper. "Well, then why aren't you with him?"

Lindsay started fiddling with the shirt she was folding. "Well…" she hedged. "We're kind of together."

Jordan raised her eyebrow. "Kind of?"

Lindsay rolled her eyes and answered, "Okay, so we are together." Once again, a contented smile overtook her face.

Jordan asked lightly, "Are you happy, Linds?"

Lindsay looked at her friend and inquired, "What do you think?"

Jordan smiled, satisfied. "Then I'm happy for you." The girls looked at each other and squealed, giggling like teenagers.

Lindsay collapsed on top of a box, laughing. "It's great to have you here, Jordan." She reached out and hugged her friend. "You're going to love New York. We'll show you around," she promised her friend.

"Thanks, Linds," Jordan answered happily. "Everybody's been so nice, especially the people from the lab. And Don's been great to, what with helping me to move in and adjusting to the city."

Lindsay grabbed at the chance to tease her friend back. "So now that you're finished interrogating me, it's my turn. What's with you and Flack?"

This time, it was Jordan's turn to blush. She recalled the morning's events.

What happened that morning? Go to the next chapter to find out. :D Please don't forget to review. :D