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.

Never-ending story it is then. :D Anything for you guys. :D Plus, I think I want to write a never-ending story cause I don't want to leave the characters behind.

Sorry it took so long. The weekend gave me no time to update the story. :D I was dying cause I wanted to write more about them.

I think I'll add a little bit more of Hawkes and Cassie in the next chapter and more sweet stuff for Flack and Jordan and Danny and Lindsay. I can't bear to write more angst for them cause they've been through so much already. (Danny and Lindsay and Flack, I mean, so I just want to make this light for them cause they deserve a little lightness in their life.)

I hope you enjoy this one! Please keep reviewing cause each review is highly appreciated:D

Buzz! Buzz! Buzzzzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzzzz!

The buzzing sound woke Danny up. He groggily opened his eyes and blindly reached for his phone on the nightstand. He flipped it open and mumbled, "Messer".

"Danny," Mac's voice came over the line. "We need you in a murder scene near the NYU campus. Flack and Jordan are on their way and they're meeting you there."

Danny's brain shifted into gear and he listened as Mac gave him the address. He rubbed his hands over his eyes and said, "Gotcha, Mac. I'm on my way." He disconnected the call.

As he got up from the bed, Lindsay opened her eyes sleepily and murmured, "Danny?"

Danny leaned over and kissed her. "Morning, Montana."

Lindsay started to rise but Danny gently pushed her back down. "No, no, no. Don't get up. It's 2 am. Mac just called. He's got a dead body near NYU and he needs me. You stay here and sleep. I'll see you later at the lab, okay?"

Lindsay nodded and pulled his head down for one last kiss. Danny kissed her back and tucked the covers tight around her naked form. He took one last wistful look at the tempting sight his girlfriend made in her warm bed and sighed as he headed into the shower. Fortunately, he and Lindsay stopped at his apartment on the way back to hers to grab a change of clothes for him. They both figured that if they stayed in to have dinner at her place, he wasn't making it back to his for the night.

After he had showered, he grabbed his badge, wallet, keys and phone. He bent over the bed and gently kissed Lindsay's forehead. "I'll see you later, Montana. I love you."

On his way out, he stopped to scribble a note and leave something on the kitchen counter, where Lindsay was sure to see it in the morning.

Then he stepped out the door and headed out into the New York night.

Twenty minutes later, Danny reached the crime scene, one of the off-campus dormitories favored by NYU students. He was directed to a service elevator and he rode it to the twelfth floor.

Mac was waiting inside the unit. "Thanks for coming in so quickly, Danny."

Danny nodded and said, "No problem, Mac. What have we got?"

Mac replied, "Victim is Nina Anderson. She's a junior at NYU. Roommate came home from clubbing and found her dead. Coroner pronounced time of death at 12 midnight."

Danny took the information in and nodded his head. "Where's the scene?"

Mac jerked his head to the bedroom, "It's in there. Flack's interviewing the roommate right now. She's in the other room."

Flack came out from the other room at that moment. "Roommate's name is Anna Stevens. Said she came home at 2 am from a club in Manhattan with her boyfriend and some other people. She checked to see if Nina was home and found her like that."

Danny answered, "Let's take a look see."

Just then, Mac's phone beeped. He checked the message and told Flack and Danny, "I got another DB in an alley just twelve blocks from here. Danny, stay here and start processing the scene. I'll call Lindsay and send her here. Hawkes and Stella will be with me on the other case."

Danny nodded nonchalantly, even though he was secretly elated at the thought of working the case with Lindsay. Mac said goodbye to Flack and Danny and walked out the door.

Lindsay's phone started buzzing less than an hour after Danny got called away. It was Mac, asking her to go to a scene in NYU. She remembered that it was the scene where Danny was so she decided to bring him coffee.

She took a quick shower and got dressed. On her way out, she made coffee for both of them and poured one into a cup for herself and grabbed a thermos for Danny. That's when she saw the surprise Danny left on the kitchen counter.

The hastily written note said, Morning, Montana. I'll see you later at the lab okay? I took your spare keys. I love you. Danny

On top of the note was another mini CD. Lindsay smiled and checked the clock. Danny could wait for her at the crime scene for 5 more minutes.

She popped the disc in and looked out of the window to the lights of the city that Danny loved so much, the city that was rapidly feeling like home to her. She stood there, gulping down her coffee next to the window, quietly listening to the song that Danny picked for her today.

Unlike the first songs, this one was fast and upbeat, a song that represented the happiness that they both felt.

The world would be a lonely place
Without the one that puts a smile on your face
So hold me 'til the sun burns out
I won't be lonely when I'm down

'Cause I've got you to make me feel stronger
When the days are rough and an hour feels much longer

I never doubted you at all
The stars collide, while you stand by and watch them fall
So hold me 'til the sky is clear
And whisper words of love right into my ear

'Cause I've got you to make me feel stronger
When the days are rough and an hour feels much longer
Yeah when I got you
Oh to make me feel better
When the nights are long they'll be easier together

Looking in your eyes hoping they won't cry
And even if you do I'll be in bed so close to you
Hold you through the night and you'll be unaware
But if you need me I'll be there

Yeah I got you to make me feel stronger
When the days are rough and an hour feels much longer
Yeah when I got you to make me feel better
When the nights are long they'll be easier together
Oh when I got you

She smiled and reached for her phone on the way out of the apartment, typing a quick message to Danny as she went. I'm on my way. I love you.

A few minutes later, her phone beeped with Danny's reply. Take care of yourself, Linds. I love you, too.

In about half an hour, she reached the crime scene. She walked under the yellow tape and made her way to the bedroom, where she found a huge bloodstain on the bed. Danny was bagging up various items to bring back to the lab.

She called out lightly, "Hey, Messer."

Danny turned around, that wonderfully special smile lighting his face, "Hey, Montana. What took you so long?"

Lindsay held up the thermos. "Brought something for you."

Danny walked over, sealed evidence bags in his hands. He glanced around quickly and when he saw that the place was empty, he wrapped his free arm around Lindsay's waist, pulling her close for a quick kiss. When they broke apart, Lindsay unscrewed the top of the thermos and the delicious aroma of coffee wafted to Danny's nostrils. He gave her another grateful kiss and released her, reaching for the bounty that she offered.

"Thanks, Montana. Just what I needed."

Lindsay smiled at him, "No problem, Messer. What have you finished so far?"

Danny answered her as he drank the lifesaving caffeine. Getting up at 2 am was always hell, especially when you spent most of the night up with your girlfriend. "I finished taking pictures of the vic's placement, and I got a lot of images of the scene already. They came in to take the body about twenty minutes ago. I've just started dusting for prints and bagging evidence to take back with us, so I guess you could start with that."

Lindsay nodded, her mind already on the task at hand. "Got it."

They spent the rest of the morning in silence, both equally focused on the crime scene. Just as they promised themselves they would be, they were professionals. They worked together as partners who were intent on getting answers as to why a college co-ed had been murdered in her own bed.

Sometime later, Danny spoke up. "Y'know, Linds, I was thinking. Maybe we should tell Mac about us later."

Lindsay was silent for a while. "I know." She finished dusting a print and turned back to Danny. "You want to tell him when we get back to the lab?"

Danny nodded. "Yeah, we should." He glanced at his watch and said, "We're making good time on this crime scene though. We should be back in the lab by 7:30. We'll tell him then."

Lindsay answered, "Okay, sounds good."

Ever the consummate professionals, they smiled at each other and turned back to their respective tasks.

On the other side of town, Mac and Hawkes ducked under the tape to look at a body of a man in his mid-30s. He was face down on the ground. The coroner came to pronounce a time of death. "He's been here for at least 10 hours."

Mac counted in his head. "That puts TOD at about 3 in the afternoon."

Hawkes looked at Mac in confusion, "Who kills a man in an alley in the afternoon?"

Mac looks at Hawkes and answers, "That's what we're here to find out." He assessed the situation. "I'll do the perimeter and you process the immediate area around the body."

Hawkes nodded and went straight to work.

As Danny had predicted, they got back to the lab by 7:30 am. They decided to log all the evidence in and go down to the morgue, to get details on the exact cause of death of the victim. Seeing as how not too many people were in the lab at that time, Danny allowed himself the small pleasure of draping his arm around Lindsay's shoulders as they walked. She smiled at him and leaned closer to his side.

When they reached the morgue, they were greeted by the sight of Sid bent over the body, which was lying on the cold metal table.

"Morning, Sid. Whatcha got for us today?" Danny called out as he and Lindsay strolled in.

Sid looked up, his half-moon glasses perched low on his nose. "Well, if it isn't my favorite detectives," he said with a small smile.

Lindsay smiled back at him, "How's our girl?"

Sid motioned them closer. "Official TOD is twelve midnight. Single gunshot wound to the forehead. Bullet was lodged inside the brain. I pulled it out for you."

Danny examined the small bullet as closely as he could. "Thanks, Sid." He turned to Lindsay, "We should drop this off with Ballistics before we go see Adam and Cassie."

She nodded. "Any other details we should know, Sid?"

Sid continued, "There's a muzzle stamp on the vic's forehead, but it's very light. My guess is that he held it there, but only for a short while. It only took one shot. Nothing else stands out."

Danny held up the evidence bag that contained the bullet. "Thanks again, Sid."

Lindsay waved goodbye as they left the morgue.

Sid called out after them, "Always a pleasure, Detectives." He shook his head to himself. I wonder if they told Mac that they're together now.

As they had planned, Danny and Lindsay dropped the bullet off at Ballistics. On their way to the Trace Lab, Lindsay caught sight of Mac and Hawkes. She nudged Danny and said, "Mac's here. You want to go talk to him now?"

Danny exhaled, suddenly nervous, although he wasn't sure why. He looked at Lindsay and caught the slight worry in her eyes and tried to smile reassuringly at her. "Yeah, let's go. Don't worry, Montana. I'm sure he'll be okay with us."

She took a deep breath and focused on Danny. "You're right. Let's go. The sooner we get this off our minds, the better."

Danny flashed her his cockiest grin. "Yeah, it'd be great to let people know that the great Montana has given in to the Messer charm."

That earned a laugh from Lindsay. "Let's go."

They started the torturous walk to Mac's office. Once they got there, Danny lifted his hand and knocked decisively on the glass door. Mac was sitting behind his desk and he motioned them in.

Danny and Lindsay gave each other one last look and stepped inside, both of their hearts pounding anxiously. Though neither said so, Mac's opinion mattered greatly to both of them. If he chose to oppose their relationship… Well, the idea was too horrible to contemplate.

They stood awkwardly in front of Mac's desk. They felt strangely like two schoolchildren standing in front of the principal because of a misbehavior.

Mac looked up at them expectantly, "Well? What can I do for you?"

The two detectives glanced at each other nervously. Lindsay was fidgeting and the usually smart-mouthed Messer looked strangely at a loss for words.

Then Danny stepped forward and said, "We kinda need to talk to you about something important."

Mac nodded, "Okay, what is it?"

Danny plunged ahead. "Lindsay and I are together now." To emphasize his statement, he reached out and linked his fingers with hers and looked down at her and without intending to, Mac caught a glimpse of why these two should be together.

As Danny looked down at Lindsay, his face visibly softened with tenderness. Lindsay looked equally happy and she turned her eyes to Mac's. He caught the silent plea in her eyes to understand, to give them his blessing.

Mac's expression didn't change, but his voice was gentle as he said. "I'm happy for the both of you." He smiled then and added, "I'm sure I don't need to tell you that I still expect you both to still act like professionals, right?"

Both Danny and Lindsay's faces relaxed in obvious relief and Lindsay spoke up for the first time, "Don't worry, Mac. We won't disappoint you."

Mac smiled at them one last time, "I don't expect you to. Now get back to work on that NYU case."

Danny said, "Thanks Mac." Both he and Lindsay left the office, matching smiles of happiness on their faces.

Mac leaned back in his chair. He wasn't really that surprised. Any blind idiot could see that these two cared about each other. It was bound to happen sooner or later. He was only glad that it was sooner.

Getting Mac's blessing made Danny and Lindsay work extra hard to prove that his faith in their professionalism was not unfounded. Of course it helped that they were also buoyed by the delicious feeling of being able to stay in close quarters with the love of your life.

They were poring over the evidence they brought back with them from the crime scene when Danny's phone beeped. He checked the message and clipped it back to his belt.

He put down the pillowcase he was examining and walked over to where Lindsay was bent over a microscope. He slipped his arm around her waist and said, "Hey, Montana. I'm just going to head over to Ballistics. They got a hit on our bullet."

Lindsay looked up briefly and smiled at him. "Sure. On the way, can you drop this off at Trace?" She pointed to three small evidence bags.

Danny grabbed the bags and answered, "No problem. I'm also going to call for some Chinese take-out. We haven't had breakfast yet and I'm starving. What do you want for lunch? Want me to order for you or do you want anything in particular?"

Lindsay looked away from the microscope to slide a teasing glance Danny's way, "What I want cannot be delivered by a Chinese restaurant."

Danny sucked in his breath as the meaning of her words registered. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, "I'll make you pay for that."

She gave him another lazy once-over and turned back to the microscope. "Promises, promises."

Danny laughed softly and kissed the top of her head. As he walked out of the lab, he called out to Lindsay, "I never make promises I can't keep, Montana."

Danny whistled softly to himself as he walked to the Ballistics Lab. He ran into Hawkes outside the lab and asked him what he was working on.

Hawkes answered, "A dead body in an alley twelve blocks from yours. Guy was shot. Looked like a mugging, but I have my doubts. Looks too contrived, if you ask me. Yours?"

Danny replied, "College co-ed, shot in her own bed, while she was sleeping. Single gunshot to the head, execution style. Ballistics just got a hit off the bullet we retrieved."

Hawkes looked surprised. "Wow. They're working really fast today. I'm also here to get the results on my bullet."

Danny pushed open the glass doors and they walked inside. The lab tech inside, Andy greeted them cheerfully, "Hey, I got your results here," he said, waving a folder around.

The two detectives exchanged glances. "So which one of us are you talking to here?" Danny drawled out, gesturing to himself and Hawkes.

Andy replied, "To both of you, actually."

More confused glances between Hawkes and Danny. Andy continued, "See, the bullets that you both logged in separately came from the same gun, which was a.38 caliber that was traced to a B & E five years ago. It's registered to a Carl Meyers.

Danny turned to Hawkes and said slowly, "So our two cases are related."

Hawkes nodded. "Seems to be."

Danny thought for a moment. "You want to meet me and Lindsay in our office and try to piece this together?"

Hawkes replied, "Will do. I'll just grab some of the stuff from our case and meet you there in about 10 minutes."

Danny turned back to Andy and said, "Thanks, Andy.

Flack's phone rang as he walked back into the station with Jordan. He checked the caller ID and flipped it open. "Hey, Danny."

Flack and Jordan kept up their brisk pace while Danny updated him on the latest findings. "All right, I got it. Jordan and I will pick him up and bring him to the station."

He slipped the phone back into his pocket and turned to Jordan who tipped her head at him questioningly. Flack answered, "Danny got a hit on the bullet from the NYU campus dead body. Apparently, it came from the same gun that killed the DB in the alley near the campus. They traced it back to a Carl Meyers, from a previous B & E charge that got dismissed.

Jordan nodded, "Sounds good. We picking him up?"

Flack answered, "Yep. We'll just call Danny and Lindsay when we're on the way back to the station. They'll meet us in interrogation."

Before Jordan could answer, they heard her name being called out. It was Rob Williams, a fellow police officer. "Hey, Jordan! Wait up!"

Jordan shot a quizzical glance at Flack, who shrugged his head. They stood there, waiting for Rob to catch up. He was approximately their age, with brown hair and a nice build. Flack always thought he was a nice guy. He stopped in front of them and nodded to Flack. "Hey, Flack." He then turned to Jordan and smiled disarmingly at her. "Hey, Jordan, I was wondering if I could invite you out after shift, maybe get a drink or some dinner."

Beside her, Jordan felt Flack stiffen imperceptibly. She glanced at him and he just raised his eyebrows slightly, sending a subtle message. It's your call. Jordan looked back at Rob and smiled at him, "Rob, I really appreciate the offer, but I don't think it would be a good idea."

Rob's smile faltered for a moment but he recovered quickly and persisted, "How about lunch? Maybe I could take you out later, grab a bite to eat?"

This time, it was Jordan who stiffened. She thought Rob was nice, but she never was a fan of guys who couldn't take no for an answer. She smiled sweetly at him. "It's really nice of you, but I already have plans for dinner and lunch."

Rob just wouldn't let it go and he opted to tease Jordan casually, "Boyfriend?"

Jordan just smiled evasively and answered, "Yes. Thanks again for the offer, Rob, but Don and I really have to go." She touched Flack's arm and said, "Let's go get Carl Meyers."

Flack grinned at Rob and let Jordan pull him away. As soon as they had rounded the corner out of Rob's sight, he turned to her and teased her, a smug smirk curving his lips, "So you got a boyfriend, huh?"

She laughed and socked him on the arm. "Come off it. Would you rather have me say yes?"

Flack slipped his arm around her as they descended to the parking garage. He pulled her close and kissed her gently. "Nope, I like the way you did that just fine." He grinned at her and said, "See? I told you someone was bound to ask you out."

Jordan laughed once again and kissed him back. "Yeah, but not this soon."

Flack walked her to her side of the car and opened the door for her. He walked quickly to the driver's side and slid in. "Still, I'm kinda glad you shot him down early on in the game. I'm sure it will be all over the station in 20 minutes that Jordan Addison is no longer single."

Jordan slanted a teasing glance in his direction, "Is that your version of peeing around my desk like a dog marking the territory?"

Flack shot her his version of the disarming grin. From Rob Williams, it didn't make much of an impact. From Don, it made her happy that she was seated already, cause it made her knees go weak. "I guess so. That bother you?"

Jordan thought it over for a while, tipping her head lightly to the side. Then she shrugged and smiled at him, "Not really."

Flack let out a bark of laughter and reached for her hand. "You're really something, Jordan Addison. I'm glad I didn't wait too long until I kissed you."

Jordan smiled slowly back at him, "Right back atcha, Detective Flack. Now, come on. Let's go get the bad guy."

Traffic wasn't too bad and they reached Carl Meyers' apartment sooner than they expected. On their way up, Flack told Jordan to stay behind him and be ready to call for back-up if needed. He didn't like the prickly feeling he got at the back of his neck as they went closer and closer to Carl Meyers' apartment. He told himself he was being paranoid, because this was the first time he brought Jordan to a convicted felon's apartment. Still, he couldn't shake the niggling feeling he had in the pit of his stomach.

He told Jordan to stay in the hallway near the stairs just in case Carl decided to run. He banged on the door and shouted, "Open up, Carl Meyers, this is NYPD."

No response. He decided to try again. "NYPD, Meyers, open the door."

He sighed and gave Jordan a signal. Then he broke the door down and entered the apartment, his gun pointed out in front of him. Before he knew it, a shot rang out in the apartment. He quickly sighted Carl Meyers making the way to the door. He reacted on instinct and fired a shot to distract him.

Jordan's heart rate doubled when she heard the shots. She immediately called for backup. "This is Detective Addison. We're going to need backup. Suspect took shots at us." She quickly gave the dispatch the address and rushed in to follow Don. She entered the apartment quickly and carefully, to find Don wrestling with the suspect on the floor. He had a bloodstain on his arm and he was struggling to retrieve the gun from Meyers.

She trained the gun on the suspect and said menacingly, "Put the gun down, Mr. Meyers."

Carl Meyers looked up to see the female detective point a gun straight to his head. He struggled for a moment more and then gave up. Flack quickly grabbed his gun and turned him roughly to place handcuffs on his wrists.

Two minutes later, Carl Meyers was sitting sullenly, cuffed to a chair so he couldn't escape. Jordan immediately rushed to Flack and looked at his wound. "Don, let me see that." She couldn't keep the worry out of her voice.

Flack looked cautiously at her. Her lips were drawn tightly, her eyes focused on the red stain on his sleeve. "It's just a nick. He just grazed my arm."

Jordan merely nodded, still avoiding his eyes. He got worried so he pulled her close and tipped her chin up. "Jordan, I'm fine. Look at me." He bent down so he could look into her eyes.

Jordan met his eyes unflinchingly. "I'm okay, Don."

She looked sincere, but Flack still decided to tread carefully. "Are you angry at me for getting shot?" He remembered that one time when Lindsay's head practically exploded when she found out that Danny jumped off a building to catch a suspect. These Montana girls were surprisingly protective of their men. The thought made delight spread in his chest. He liked the idea of Jordan worrying about him.

Jordan took a deep breath and forced a smile to reassure him. "It's okay, Don. I'm not angry. I know that it's part of the job. But you have to let it be okay for me to be upset. Right now, in this moment, all I'm seeing is that my boyfriend has a gunshot wound on his arm."

That warm feeling of delight again. Flack pulled her into a hug and said, "I know you're upset and it's okay. I'm just amazed that you're not angrier. Thanks for worrying, baby. I appreciate it, I really do."

Jordan heaved another sigh, finding Don's gentle affection hard to resist. "I guess. Just try not to get yourself shot next time, okay?" She hugged him back and started unbuttoning his shirt to get a look at the wound. Just then, backup and the EMTs arrived. Two police officers, at Flack's instruction, took Carl Meyers back to the station. Jordan stepped aside to let the EMT attend to Don's bleeding arm. When the EMT pulled his shirt off, Jordan's lips tightened again but she said nothing.

Flack saw the telling motion and reached for her hand, twining their fingers reassuringly. They stayed that way until the EMT finished patching up Don's arm and they were sent back to the station.

Flack got up and hauled Jordan tightly to his side, where she willingly stayed. She kept her arm wound around his trim waist as they made their way downstairs. They no longer cared if anyone saw them. In Flack's head, Jordan was still upset and she needed him. In Jordan's head, she needed to feel his strength near her, to reassure her that he really was alright.

The remains of the back up they called for were still downstairs. One of the officers who reported to the scene was Rob Williams. His eyes widened when he saw the protective way Jordan and Flack clung to each other as they walked to their car. So that's who the boyfriend is, he thought ruefully.

In the next chapter, the team goes out and you'll see more of Hawkes and Cassie. What did you think of this one:D Let me know if you enjoyed it. :D Reviews are highly appreciated. Thanks again!