A/N: Okay, so I'm turning this into a multichapter fic, I hope this chapter won't be a disappointment to you guys! And if you have any comments, feedback, critism (I can handle it, promise!), please let me know!

When he thinks no one is looking, he looks at her. No, scratch that, stares at her. He loves the way she moves around the lab, knowing exactly where everything is and how to use it. It reminds him of the times she moves swiftly in his kitchen, cooking dinner for them. He shakes his head. They've become so close in the last weeks, after she had come to his apartment and told him she did want to be in a relationship with him. They did agree that they would take is slowly, one step at the time. If he were honest, he would have to admit that he was ready for more. But if she wasn't, which he knew, he was content with the way things were right now.

Anything for her.

He started his journey through the lab, his eyes never leaving her until he got to his now girlfriend.

"Hey," he greeted her, placing his hand on her shoulder.

"Hey," she said, turning around to look at him. "When are you going home?"

"My shift ended two minutes ago," he responded, before inquiring to the reason for her question. "Why?"

She smiled, a bit shyly. "I was thinking maybe we could do something together tonight."

"You asking me out, Montana?" he said, half-teasingly. She knew he didn't mean any harm with it, she knew it was just their way to have conversations.

"Maybe," she grinned, turning her attention back to the evidence she'd been cleaning up just a minute ago. "You saying yes?"

"Depends on what we're doing. I don't really feel like dressing up for some fancy restaurant," he honestly told her, shrugging.

She shook her head. "Nah, me neither. I was more thinking along the lines of watching a movie and ordering take-out."

"I like the way you think."

"So I've noticed. Well, what do you think?" Her voice was muffled as she was putting the boxes with evidence back under the table. "And stop staring at my ass," she added, knowing Danny wouldn't be able to resist looking when she was bending.

He quickly averted his eyes, looking at the ceiling now. "I wasn't looking."

Lindsay stood up straight again and pulled her T-shirt down, looking at him in the way she always did when she knew he wasn't telling the truth. "Yeah, sure."

Danny coughed. "Well, anyway. Your idea sounds great. Your place of mine?"

She thought about it for a second, and then responded. "Yours. You just go ahead, I'll be finished here in about ten minutes."

Danny nodded. "Sure. I'll pick up some food on the way home." Taking something out of his pocket, he added: "Here. Just in case you'll be there before me."

He gave her the tiny metal object and left, leaving Lindsay with a puzzled look on her face.

"A key," she mumbled. "He gave me a key to his apartment." She smiled to herself and put the key safely in her pocket, wondering whether he was taking a next step in their relationship or just being practical. Knowing Danny, it could be both.

Danny sighed relieved once he was out of Lindsay's sight. His gesture had been spontaneous, not well-thought over, but it had just felt right. He just hoped she didn't think he was going too fast, and wouldn't show up tonight. Leaving him alone with take-out for two. He shook his head, filling his lungs with the cool nightly air from New York City. He needed to clear his head a little, so he decided to walk to the Chinese restaurant that also offered take-out service.

Since that night a few weeks ago, Danny and Lindsay hadn't spent much time together. It was almost like Mac was putting them on different shifts on purpose – but they had sent each other text messages and therefore Danny still had the feeling they were moving forward.

"Good evening," a tall man greeted him after the bells at the door chimed. Danny nodded friendly at him, he had ordered take-out from this place so many times, but had never actually taken the time to visit it. As he took in the restaurant, he decided he'd take Lindsay here on a date sometime. She'd love it.

"Do you want to order anything, sir?" the man behind the counter asked him. Danny realised he had been lost in thought for some moments, and that he probably looked like he was planning a robbery or something.

"Yes, sorry. My name is Danny Messer, I'm registered here."

The man nodded and looked his name up in the computer. "Ah yes. Same as always, sir?"

"Yes, but for two this time," Danny said, smiling.

"A special night?"

He grinned and looked at the man's name, which was on a typed note on his chest. "Well, Joe, actually it is."