DISCLAIMERS: I do not own any of these characters. They belong to Jerry Bruckheimer and the wonderful writers for CSI: NY. Any resemblance to scenes from the episodes is included for clarity and continuity and I do not claim any of those as my own work. However everything else is mine.

The Encounter

Even though Lindsay had slept through the night, her alarm still rang way too early. She shut it off and slowly stretched her way out of bed. Coffee was the first order of business. She padded quietly into the kitchen so as not to awake Danny and poured her first cup of the day. Thank the lord for whoever had made the automatic coffee maker. She walked into the living room. There was a pile of clothes on the floor by the couch and Danny had sprawled full length along the couch sometime during the night. The blanket barely covered his legs and lower torso. He only wore a wife-beater t-shirt that left his bulging biceps and shoulders in full view. She took a quick sip of her coffee which didn't quell the rising heat in her body. She needed a cold shower and now. Half an hour later, she was ready for work. She paused on her way to the door to take one last look at the sleeping man on couch. He was so handsome! This time she didn't fight her urge to touch his face and delicately traced an eyebrow with an index finger. She then ran her finger along the ridge of his nose and was just beginning to trace around those sensuous lips when Danny snaked his arm over the back of the couch, clenched her waist and pulled her deftly over the back of the couch to lie length-wise on top of him.

"Ohhhh, Danny!" she squealed in surprise.

"Was that an invitation, Montana?" he said lazily. One hand was holding her around her upper back while the other slid down to the small of her back. Her skin tingled underneath the warmth of his hands and her breathing quickened.

"Danny, if I don't leave for work in 10 minutes, I'll be late,' she pleaded quietly.

"Well I guess I have some leverage here," he said with a smirk.

"Leverage for what?" she asked suspiciously.

"For getting you to go to dinner with me tonight."

"You mean like a date?" she asked in surprise.

"Yeah, why does that surprise you Montana?"

"I don't know. I guess…," her voice just trailed off because she was totally mesmerized by those intense blue eyes.

She wanted to touch him so badly that she put her index finger up to his lips and outlined them gently. He closed his eyes and she could feel his chest rise deeply and then fall as she felt the warm breath of his sigh on her fingertip. Gently she touched her lips to his and his lips yielded and she slowly ran her tongue inside his lips along his teeth. His mouth opened wider to engulf her mouth with his own and she moaned deep in the back of her throat. He suddenly flipped onto his side taking her with him and she was pinned deliciously between him and the couch. His kiss deepened, she responded by putting her arms around his neck and caressing the back of his head. His hair was so short and spiky. She enjoyed the sensation on her fingertips. He ran his hand down her side, gently grazing the side of her breast and coming to rest confidently on her rear-end. Montana has a first class ass he thought to himself. When he cupped it she moaned again and slid her knee provocatively between his legs. This time he groaned. If he was going to stop, it had to be now because as much as he wanted her he realized he didn't want their first time to be like this. He wanted to tease her, make her beg for it and then watch her as she moaned his name in complete and utter climax. He wanted to be there with her when she yielded to him and he could know her completely. With only 10 minutes to spare and laying on a cramped couch no less, this would not be possible in the way that he wanted or he felt she would want too.

Gently he pulled his lips from hers and rested his forehead against hers. It took him a moment to catch his breath. When he met her eyes, they were glazed and questioning.

"What?" she said softly her lips rosy and swollen where he had teased and nipped at them.

"Lindsay," he paused and took a deep breath. He didn't have a lot of experience at what he was about to say.

She became more alarmed; he only called her Lindsay when he was serious. "This isn't what you want?" She started to look away in embarrassment but he caught her chin.

"No, no that ain't it at all," he licked his lips nervously. He couldn't remember the last time he had turned down sex when it was this hot and the other party was as willing as he was no matter what the timeframe or the conditions. "This is exactly what I want just not here on the couch in this short amount of time. Look, I just want you to hold this thought until tonight, until I can take you out properly, show you a good time, wine and dine you and make it special. I want to do that for you."

She had enough trouble resisting him when he was just being infuriating but charming Messer, but she absolutely could not resist him when he was being sweet and thoughtful Danny. She put her hands on either side of his face and looked deep into his eyes. He felt her liquid brown eyes melting his heart then she hugged him tightly and whispered into his ear. "Thank you, Danny. I promise it will be special tonight for you too."

He groaned. He had to get her out of here before he changed his mind. He knew what two words would get her moving. "Psych evaluation," he whispered softly into her ear.

"Oh shit!" she exclaimed as she scrambled over him. She gathered her stuff hurriedly and backed out of the door. "Spare keys on the counter, lock up and turn off the coffee pot when you leave."

"Got it Montana, I'll call you. Do you have your cell?"

She checked her waistband hurriedly. "Yeah, okay bye." She slammed the door and clattered down the stairs.

Danny flopped back on the pillow and blew through his lips and ran his hands through his hair. God, he wasn't exactly sure what he was doing here. Before it had been so easy. Meet a girl, mutual attraction, some fun times, no serious plans, when the attraction waned just let it drop. He was never mean or callous with women but he certainly didn't lead them on or make promises either. But Lindsay was different. He enjoyed just being with her, making her laugh, bantering with her. He wanted to take his time with her and see things through her eyes too. He wanted things to be special for her and most of all he just wanted her more than he had wanted any women before.