Danny was surprised to find Lindsay sitting on the floor outside their apartment door when he got home just shy of 1am.

"It was nice of you to wait up for me Montana, but you could have done it inside." Danny told her.

"I left my keys in my locked and my cell battery died so I just thought I'd wait for you here."

"It's a good thing I didn't have to pull a double." Danny helped her to her feet and gave her a kiss. "Let's get inside." Danny used his key to open the door.

Once inside Lindsay kicked off her shoes.

"That's better!" She sighed.

"So where exactly did you go?" Danny inquired as he shrugged off his jacket and hug it up.

"Salsa dancing." Lindsay replied.

"You took Mac Salsa dancing?" Danny didn't quite believe it.

"He's actually pretty good." Lindsay admitted.

"Now that's something I would have paid money to see."

"Actually watching Sid pick up a woman was something that has to be seen to be believed."

"Okay that's not something I want to think about, it's like your parents having sex."

"That's not an image I needed at this time of the morning." Lindsay stated.

"Sorry." He apologised.

"How was work?" Lindsay inquired.

"There was no one reported dead that needed a scene process after you left."

"That's always something." Lindsay smiled. "I'm going to take a quick shower I smell of alcohol."

"How much did you drink?"

"Four club sodas and two orange juices. Although a guy did send me a vodka martini."

"And what did you do with it?" Danny asked.

"I sent it back to him and told him that I didn't accept drinks from strange men in bars." Lindsay replied. "Then later I explained to him that if he wants to buy a woman a drink these days it's better to give her the money so she can buy it herself so she knows he hasn't put anything in it."

"Sensible."

"I'm going to take that shower."

"Mind if I join you?" Danny inquired. "I smell of print powder."

"We may as well conserve water. Help me with the zip?"

Danny walked over and kissed the side of her neck as he slowly unzipped her dress. Lindsay let it pool to the floor and stepped out of it.

"Are you coming?" She invited over her shoulder.

"Right behind you."

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Danny pulled her closer to him in his sleep.

Lindsay ran a gentle hand across his arm as she waited for the alarm clock to go off. She had to be at work by 8, while Danny didn't have to be there until 10.

Lindsay had gotten used to sleeping in the warm comfort of Danny's arms, and when he wasn't there to hold she found it difficult to sleep.

Lindsay's previous boyfriends hadn't been much for holding her when they slept; they preferred to sprawl out on their stomachs taking up as much of the bed as possible and drooling on her pillow.

"What are you thinking?" Danny whispered in her ear.

"I didn't think you were awake."

"Your brain ticking over was a little loud."

"Sorry." She apologised.

"What are you thinking about?"

"This is nice."

"Nice?" Danny questioned.

"Nice." Lindsay repeated.

"That's a lousy word."

"How about lovely, comfortable, or swell?"

"Swell?" Danny questioned. "Who uses that word?"

"The people in Pleasantville." Lindsay replied.

"Right."

The alarm beeped.

"Now I have to get up to go to work."

"I think you can spare another few minutes, I mean this is nice."

TBC