Iceberg
Danny was exhausted. He'd been working all day, processing apartments, conducting experiments in the lab, waiting for results, and then only being disappointed when he hit a dead end with each of his leads. But the thing that irritated him the most was Lindsay.
She seemed to be struggling a lot with this case, just like she had with the mermaid one. He wanted to know what was going on with her, what was getting to her this badly. They used to be able to joke around at least, but still talk about the serious things. Now, the only things they were able to discuss were the case or their coworkers or the lab gossip, just as they had the night before.
He took off his glasses and rubbed his hand over his eyes, sighing. It was one in the morning and the subway car was practically empty except for a businessman with his nose buried in a newspaper and some passed out drunken college students.
Danny shut his eyes for a little peace and quiet, but only to get distracted by the hissing of the opening subway doors. The business-man got up and in walked a gorgeous blonde, alone, and she looked right at him and smiled. She walked over and Danny could hear the sound of her heels clicking on the ground.
"Hey," she grinned again, taking a seat next to him.
"Uhh…" he struggled to put on his glasses and sit up, getting a better look of her. She was pretty, no doubt about that. She was wearing skimpy clothes for the chilly October weather and her face was loaded with make-up. "Hi…?"
"I'm Jess," she extended her hand.
"Danny. Messer," he reluctantly shook it.
Her eyes looked him from head to toe, but stopped at his belt, "You're a police-officer?"
"Yeah, detective and crime scene investigator," he absent-mindedly scratched his head.
"Wow…" she placed her hand on his shoulder and leaned in so her mouth was close to his ear, "You must be so…brave…"
For a second, Danny allowed his mind to wander. It just so happened to wander to Lindsay Monroe.
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"Danny…" she breathed against his ear. He shivered. That voice. That voice with that unforgettable soft, Western twang that he seemed to hear everywhere.
He turned to face her. What he saw was she: her beautiful, angelic face and the curly tendrils that hung loosely around her head. She smiled at him. That charming smile that was sweet, but alluring at the same time.
He shifted closer so that their faces were almost touching, He exhaled slightly, nervously, before he leaned in and caught her lips in a soft kiss.
It was short, but romantic and sensual, and something he would surely remember.
Danny pulled back and smiled. He lightly ran his thumb over her barely opened lips, "Lindsay…"
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"What?" Jess suddenly pulled away.
Danny snapped back to reality. His hand was still up and he was stunned. In Lindsay's place was that annoying blonde and she looked pissed.
"What?" she repeated.
"S-sorry…" he mumbled and drew back his hand. He turned back so that he was staring at the passed out college students sitting on the benches in front of him.
Jess threw her hands up in disbelief, "God! What is wrong with the men in New York City tonight?" She moved to the farthest corner of the subway car and started fiddling with her phone or whatever the hell was in her purse.
She immediately got off at the next stop, but not before turning back to look at Danny, "Lindsay…"
Danny raised his head, "What?"
"Tell her."
"Tell her what?"
"That you're obsessed with her, what else? Save the other single women in this city some pain, please."
With that, she walked out without another word, leaving Danny confused.
God, what was wrong with him? This wasn't like him. He didn't usually call girls he met and kissed someone he worked with.
He was so frustrated that he missed his stop.
Dammit.
CSI:NY
"Morning," she said curtly the next day.
"Morning," he grumbled as he pushed his glasses up his nose. He yawned.
"Late night?" Lindsay asked.
"Yeah…shift went late last night…"
She nodded and walked out of their office. Danny groaned as he saw that the DNA results for the biologicals he found in Nick's bed as an unknown female. He wasn't all that surprised that the other set of DNA belonged to Nick himself.
But then again, it meant that Nick had been seeing someone and they needed to find out who it was.
With this realization, he ran out of the office in search of Lindsay, finally having a reason to talk to her.
"Linds!" he called her name as he saw her in Layout, reviewing some of the photos. She looked up and smiled a small smile. He pushed the glass door open and stood across from her, holding out the results.
"DNA we found in the bed came back as a mixture of Nick's, not surprising, and an unknown female's," he announced. "I'm thinking that we should find this mystery woman, well, girl, and question her about this. Maybe she knows something."
Lindsay nodded, "Yeah, good idea. I…er…also had an assumption."
"What is it?"
She looked down at the table and stifled a giggle.
Danny instantly smiled, "What you laughing at Miss Monroe? You blushing?"
"No," she lied. "It's just um…" she coughed to regain her seriousness, "I uh…was wondering about those scratch marks we found on Nick's back."
"Oh yeah. Except they looked more like someone had seriously attacked him."
"Okay, well, I had a theory about how he got those," Lindsay bit her lip and looked down again.
"So what's got you all giggly about it then?" he asked.
"Well it uh…sort of…involves an experiment. With…you…"
"And that's embarrassing because…?"
"With you…shirtless…" she finished and burst out giggling again.
Danny couldn't help but flash one of his heart-stopping grins, "All you had to do was ask, Montana."