A/N: Thanks to those reading and those reviewing. I love you all! Here is the next chapter. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I only own them in my own mind and I can't figure out how to make it legal in the real world :(

Thanks to SallyJetson for the beta.

Chapter 14: The Art of Seduction:

Lindsay was exhausted as she made her way through the lab corridors. Work had been busy but that wasn't anything new, and that wasn't what kept her up at night, or more accurately who kept her up at night. Ever since the clown case she had tried to keep her distance, but she was having trouble since she was seeing Danny on a regular basis, and was relieved that his time here was already more than halfway over. The sooner he goes home, the sooner I can go back to pretending he doesn't exist, and get back to my preplanned life. My life without him. The last thought caused a surge of emotion to rise inside of her, but which she expertly shoved back down into place.

The thing with Danny was that it was getting harder and harder to keep her distance when he obviously wasn't keeping his. For the last five days he had brought her an Earl Grey tea with a shot of vanilla and two creams, just the way she liked it, and a chocolate chip muffin, her favorite. He wouldn't say a word as he simply placed the items on her desk and then would walk away again.

In the lab it wasn't much better, as he always seemed to be around. It wasn't that he followed her, or pressured her; he was just always there. Always there to help with evidence or say little comments to which she couldn't help but respond with a smile. Two days ago they actually had an entire conversation about frog legs, which had them both in hysterics by the end of it. Now all it took was him to randomly "ribbit" for her to giggle uncontrollably.

It also didn't help that he looked completely amazing all of the time, and she found herself staring at him from across the lab more and more. It should really be a crime to look that good. If it was then maybe I could arrest him and then… bad thought Lindsay, very, very bad thought.

The absolute worst part of all of it was the way he looked at her. Every time he did, it felt like he was penetrating through her soul and seeing inside of her. It made her knees weak and more then once she had to grab the counter in front of her to keep from falling. If he noticed, he didn't say anything. Just the same way he never said anything as he lit her skin on fire with a brush of his hand as he reached across the table to retrieve something, or a light hand placed on her back as he tried to get around her.

All of these actions had their affect on Lindsay and she'd lay awake at night having thoughts she shouldn't think, dreams she shouldn't dream and wishes she shouldn't wish, all about the man who wasn't her fiancée, and who would soon be out of her life forever.