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.

Oh my sweet Lord! A shirtless Danny Messer! (Drool pools around the computer.) That has got to be the best thing I have seen in my entire life! Just for that I forgive TPTB for not putting much D/L in the past shows. Well, at least I forgive them a little.

I'm not really sure where this will go. I'm just enjoying writing about Danny and Lindsay. There's just a light scene for Hawkes and Cassie for this chapter. I'm still thinking of a good situation for them so their story might be drawn out a little longer.

Moving day turns out to be a double date. :D Let me know what you think as soon as you read it. :D Thanks again for all the great reviews!

Jordan finished her story, a dreamy look in her eyes. Lindsay thought about teasing her friend, but decided that she had no right to, because she had a sneaking suspicion that she had the same expression on her face.

Instead, both girls looked at each other and squealed like teenagers. Then, they fell back on the floor, laughing at their antics.

After a few minutes they sobered up and went back to the business of arranging Jordan's closet. Jordan folded a shirt and asked Lindsay, "Are you going to tell people about you and Danny?"

Lindsay answered, "Well, it'd be kind of hard to keep it from them. They are detectives after all." She shrugged. "We just figured that we'd act normally. The way we usually do. If people ask, then we tell them the truth. But we decided to keep it out of the lab as much as we can." She glanced sideways at Jordan and threw the question back to her. "How about you and Flack?"

Jordan nodded. "Pretty much the same as what you and Danny decided. It's not like we can make a big deal out of it, right? We'll be as professional as we can at work but we decided that whatever we do when we're off the clock is no one's business but ours."

"But you really like him, don't you?" Lindsay asked, gauging her friend's reaction.

Jordan exhaled softly. "Yeah, I really do. To be perfectly honest, I'm a little worried. I mean, you know me, Linds. I've never fallen this fast and this hard for a guy." She gestured helplessly. "I've only known him for a week and here we are."

Lindsay smiled sheepishly. "I don't really blame you. I feel the same way about Danny. I moved here from Montana with the idea that I was going to focus on my career. In less than a month, Danny and I got really close and I started to have feelings for him."

At that, Jordan laughed and said softly, "What is it about these New York boys that makes us Montana girls fall for them?"

Both women's lips curved as they smiled at each other, each thinking about that special New York man who made them smile.

By twelve o'clock, they'd made a lot of headway in fixing up Jordan's apartment. Talking and giggling made the work go by much faster for the girls and they were able to finish setting-up Jordan's bedroom. The guys, on the other hand, had sorted all of the boxes into the appropriate rooms. They had also wrangled the couch and coffee table into place. They decided to take a break and finish the rest of the apartment after lunch.

At Danny's suggestion they called a nearby pizza place and ordered two large pepperoni pizzas. Given that four huge appetites were worked up from lifting and hauling and moving, anything less than that was unacceptable.

While waiting for the pizza, the four detectives clustered around the kitchen counter, enjoying cold beers after a morning of hard work. Earlier, Jordan found their old college yearbook and the girls were giggling over it now.

Danny and Lindsay sat across from Flack and Jordan. Neither couple missed the significance of the seating arrangement. For the women it made no difference. For the men, it was surprising.

While the girls were busy, looking at pictures and recalling their college days, Flack and Danny simultaneously lifted their eyebrows and tilted their heads towards the girls. Both nodded at the same time, happy smiles breaking out on their faces. Again at the same time, both men lifted their beer bottles in a silent toast and turned to join the girls in their trip down memory lane.

Danny broke into the conversation, "So Addison, any of Montana's old boyfriends in there?" he asked, gesturing towards the yearbook.

Jordan's eyes lit up and started flipping through the pages. Lindsay just sat back and took a swig out of her beer bottle, smirking to herself. Soon, Jordan let out a soft, "Aha!" and triumphantly turned the yearbook around to show Danny.

He looked down at the page and was not so surprised to feel a flare of jealousy. "Lemme see this," he said, drawing out his New York accent as he tried to contain his temper. "Jason Nichols, captain of the football team. You dated a football player?" he asked, looking at Lindsay with his eyebrows raised. "Don't you have to be a cheerleader to date one of them bozos?"

Lindsay casually folded her arms on the table top and shot Danny a mischievous look just as he raised his beer bottle to his lips. "Actually I was a cheerleader."

Danny choked at the mental image of his Montana in a cheerleading uniform, with the tight top and short skirt. Sweet Jesus I would love to see that.

He sat there coughing and gaping at her at the same time. "You're kidding, right?" he asked once again in disbelief, once he had caught his breath. Flack let out a bark of laughter as he saw the look on Danny's face. It looked like he had swallowed a goldfish.

Lindsay laughed at his expression and nonchalantly replied, "Not really. I was actually the head cheerleader."

Danny's mouth just kept opening and closing in utter disbelief. Well, well. There's a lot of things I don't know about you, Montana. Then a slow smile spread across his face. Soon, he was grinning widely, which made Lindsay demand to know what he was smiling about.

"Nothing," he answered, smirking to himself.

Lindsay laughingly threatened to pour beer down his head if he didn't explain what was so damned funny.

Danny leaned close and whispered wickedly in her ear, "I just have this very wonderful image of you in my head dressed in a cheerleading outfit," which made Lindsay blush prettily.

Flack and Jordan watched the exchange in amused silence, glancing at each other. A question hung between them, You know about them? Both just smiled at each other.

This time, Danny said, "Linds, why don't you flip through that thing and find an old boyfriend of Jordan's and see how Flack likes that?"

Lindsay immediately flipped through the yearbook. "I have something better than that." She showed it first to Danny, who leaned in close to see. Then he nodded and said, "Nice." Jordan started shifting in her seat. She had a pretty good idea of what picture that was.

After a few more seconds, Flack grabbed the yearbook around and looked at the picture in question.

It was a picture of Jordan in clad scantily in a sports bra and hot pants. She was perched on top of a pyramid and smiling widely.

Flack took one look at the picture and his eyes glazed over. Wow.

Danny gestured to the yearbook. "What happened in that picture? Or do cheerleaders in Montana really practice in their skivvies?"

Lindsay laughed as she recalled that day. "Well, if I remember correctly, Jordan fell from the pyramid the first time we tried it out. When we tried to catch her, her shirt ripped. Since it was really warm that day, she decided to keep practicing without a shirt."

Flack looked at his girlfriend, bug-eyed. She looked innocently back at him, "What? It's no different from being in a bikini."

Flack turned white and his mouth fell open, much like Danny's did, at the idea of Jordan in a skimpy bikini. He shot a look at his friend, "When do you think we can take them swimming?"

Danny considered this for a moment and then nodded to Flack. "I'll call you and we'll schedule it on our next day off."

The girls just looked at each other and laughed.

Just then, the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of their pizza.

"It's about time," Lindsay complained. "I'm starving."

"I know," Jordan agreed. "I can't wait till the kitchen is up and I don't have to rely on delivery men to bring me my food."

Danny rolled his eyes at Flack. "Can you believe the appetites on these two?"

Flack just held up his hands and said, "Hey, it's better than dating girls who eat nothing but rabbit food." Danny answered, "Ditto."

Flack paid the delivery boy and smacked Danny on the back of the head as he placed the pizza down on the counter. "Next time, you're paying for lunch."

From then on, most of the attention was on the pizza itself. They ate heartily, joking, laughing, and teasing as they went. Before long, the pizza was demolished and nothing was left behind but crumpled napkins.

The four detectives moved from the counter to plop on the sofa. Danny and Flack took opposite ends of the couch with the girls in between them. Danny stretched back contentedly, "See? What did I tell you? That's the best pizza in the city."

Jordan sighed, "I have to agree with you there, Messer. I have never tasted pizza that good."

Lindsay smiled proudly, "Well, if you wanna know all the best places to eat in the city, Danny's the person to ask. He knows this city like the back of his hand." She scooted closer to Danny, who put his arm around her and settled her more comfortably at his side.

From the other end of the sofa, Flack yawned and said, "All the food made me sleepy. Why don't you guys finish up and I'll just take a nap?"

Jordan cuffed him on the arm and said in mock anger, "You promised you'd help me move!"

Flack smiled at her and said, "I know, but right now, I'm feeling the need to sleep."

Jordan looked back at him and widened her eyes, smiling sweetly at him, "Please, Don?"

Flack looked at her face. Dammit, she's so cute. He relented, "All right. But you have to feed me."

"I know. I promise, we'll go out for dinner later," Jordan answered, grinning widely. She leaned in to kiss him then stood up and held out her hand to him. "Come on, Detective Flack. We're almost done."

Flack groaned in protest, but let her pull him to his feet. He followed Jordan into the bedroom. Danny and Lindsay could hear him muttering to himself, "I hate moving."

Danny whispered to Lindsay, "He must really like her, cause Flack really does hate moving. There was that time Stella needed help cause she switched apartments, Flack took on a double murder just to get out of helping her move furniture."

Lindsay smothered a laugh. "Well, we both know that they like each other."

Danny kissed her and laced their fingers together. He asked, "So what have you and Jordan been talking about all morning? Flack and I could hear you squealing like kids."

Lindsay did laugh at the memory and answered mysteriously, "Nothing, nothing."

Danny squinted suspiciously at her, "You were talking about me and Flack, weren't you?"

Lindsay burst out laughing, "See, Messer, that's what I like about you. You're smart."

Danny heaved a sigh. "I guess the fact that our girlfriends are friends means that Flack and I will be spending more time together."

Lindsay teased him, "Oh, come on. I know for a fact that Flack's your best friend. You two just got lucky that Jordan and I are friends."

Danny's eyes are softened as he whispered, "Damn right, I got lucky. I love you, Montana."

Lindsay kissed him, "I love you, too Messer." Then she got up and hauled Danny to his feet. "Come on, let's go see what Jordan needs us to do."

Danny let out another sigh. "This definitely was not one of Flack's brighter ideas," he grumbled. "We could have spent the day together, just the two of us."

Lindsay was touched by his desire to be alone with her. Although she wanted the same thing, she promised Jordan she'd help her out and she wasn't about to go back on her word. She know what it felt like to move into the city.

As they reached the bedroom door, Danny and Lindsay gaped at the sight before them. Flack and Jordan were on the bed, making out like kids.

Danny nudged Lindsay and whispered, "You think they'd notice if we left?"

Lindsay whispered back, still gaping at their friends. "I think a bomb could go off in here and they wouldn't mind."

Danny slid his arms around her. "See, for once, Flack has a good idea. I say, we go back to your place and try that out." He nodded eagerly, a look of appeal in his eyes.

Lindsay planted a kiss on his lips and laughed. "Later, Messer. There's more than enough time for that." Then she cleared her throat loudly and Flack and Jordan sprung apart, identical expressions of guilt on their faces.

Jordan recovered first, "Lindsay!" she stammered, running her hand through her hair, which had come loose from the ponytail. "We, um… We were just…"

Lindsay burst out laughing, "Sorry to interrupt, Jordan. Just tell us what you want us to do and we'll let you guys get back to what you were doing." Behind her, Danny smirked at the two of them.

Jordan scrambled out of the bed, blushing furiously as the girls walked out of the living room. They heard Lindsay whisper something and a choked sound from Jordan and suddenly the girls were laughing again.

Flack glared at Danny, "Dammit, Messer, you've got lousy timing."

Danny held up his hands in mock surrender, "Hey, it wasn't my brilliant idea to rope me and Lindsay into moving furniture. If you want we can leave," he said hopefully.

Flack just shot him another irritated glance. "No dice, Messer. If I have to stay here and help move boxes and furniture then so do you."

Danny retorted, "Hey, it's not my girlfriend who needs help. Mine already fixed her apartment months ago."

Flack's mature response was to shove Danny out the door.

Meanwhile, back at the lab, Hawkes received a page from the Trace Lab.

Doc, there's something strange about your sample. Swing by the lab when you're free. – Cassie

Hawkes replaced the phone in his pocket and grabbed a file folder of the case.

As he walked over to the Trace Lab, he programmed his phone to save Cassie's number. Before long, he had reached the Trace Lab.

"Hey, Cassie," he greeted as he walked in. "What have you got for me today?"

Cassie's heart had started pounding as soon as she saw him through the glass doors. She tried to act as normally as possible, which was hard, because as the days had gone by, she learned that she found the good doctor attractive. Very attractive. He had that unique combination of intelligence and good looks, as well as an innate kindness that she found calming. She also appreciated his sense of humor, which she caught glimpses of in the various conversations they've had in the past week. She pulled herself together and started walking over to a microscope that she'd set up.

"Hey, Doc," she greeted back. "Come take a look see."

Hawkes pushed his glasses up his forehead and fitted his eyes to the microscope. What he saw baffled him.

Cassie explained to him. "It's a hair from a civet."

"Huh?" was Hawkes' confused response.

Cassie explained, "It's a member of the feline family."

Hawkes looked up from the microscope and inquired, "Applications?"

Cassie continued, "Civet oil is used most often in perfumes. Many companies breed the cats so they have a ready supply of the oil."

Hawkes scanned the file. "The woman who found the vic worked in a cosmetics company. It's worth checking out." He smiled at her. "Thanks, Cassie."

Cassie waved her hand at him, "Nothing to it, Doc. Stop by anytime."

Before he walked out, Hawkes hesitated, the blurted out, "Are you doing anything tonight?"

Cassie was surprised, but then she answered, "Actually, yeah. Me and Marty were planning to rent some movies and stay in. He said he needed to talk to me about something."

"Oh," Hawkes replied, feeling vaguely deflated. He mustered a smile and said, "Next time, then. Thanks again, Cassie." He walked out of the lab with one last wave.

Cassie mulled over the conversation. Was he going to ask me out?

Outside, Hawkes berated himself, Dammit, Hawkes. She's still going out with Pino.

Separated by glass walls, Hawkes and Cassie both sighed unhappily.

I guess that's it for tonight. Keep reading for more of Hawkes and Cassie. More will follow, I promise. Also, a follow up to see what happens after Moving Day. What do you guys think? I'm thinking if I should make this a close daily follow up of the lives of the CSI NY team, plus the OCs of course. So it might be a never-ending story. :D Your opinion counts so I'm looking forward to hearing from you. Thanks again to all reviewers:D