Iceberg
Danny nervously looked
around the lab. It was 1:37 A.M.
Lindsay had insisted on staying
later as to avoid drawing attention to themselves and to not
embarrass Danny. Not like he would be embarrassed of flashing
the whole lab. But then again, Lindsay secretly didn't want any of
the other lab techs drooling or leering at him, even though he wasn't
hers to hide.
He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw it was Lindsay coming around the corner with red paint. She grinned mischievously and was desperately fighting back giggles as she walked in, "I can't believe we're about to do this."
"Are you kidding? I don't even know what they hell you're planning to do to me!" he joked. "So…what's all this for?"
"Reconstruction," she said simply like it was perfectly normal to ask a coworker to strip at 1:37 in the morning.
Danny nodded, "Okay then Montana, now what? Do I take my shirt off yet?"
"Umm…" she bit her lip and turned around, fiddling to get the paint open, "Just wait, let me—…"
She turned around again and her jaw almost dropped to the floor. Before her, stood a half-naked Danny Messer.
He really was a fine specimen of a man. His dog-tags still dangled around his neck and Lindsay had to literally wrench her eyes away from his perfect abs and stomach. Even his glasses looked sexier without his shirt.
"If I wasn't mistaken, I would think you're checkin' me out," he smirked, folding his arms over his chest.
"Yeah, right," she scoffed and continued trying to open the red paint. Finally getting it open, she squeezed some out onto her hands and got them under her nails.
Finally realizing what she was doing, Danny nodded, "Oh, so we're trying to see how Nick got those scratch marks on his back."
"Exactly. Took you a while to get there though. Anyway, turn around."
Danny did as he was told and finally felt the soft scrape of nails on his back. He shivered. He heard the click and flash of the camera.
"We got it?" he asked.
"Don't think so," she said. "It doesn't look like anyone would have any time to get his back that messed up without him noticing it. Let's try it from the front."
She got some more paint under her nails and this time faced him, leaned forward, and ran her nails down his back again. Her hands stopped right above his pants and her breathing almost stopped.
"Umm…camera, Monroe?"
"Right, sorry," she grabbed the camera and took a couple more snaps. "That somehow doesn't look right either. But I can't really think of any other way. I mean, the attacker would've had some difficulty coming at him from the side…and how could anyone not feel someone scratching up their back like that without any other defensive wounds?"
"Well…there is one other way," Danny said unsurely.
CSI:NY
They ended up in Layout with a mattress lying on the floor.
"Trying to get me into bed, Messer?" she joked.
"Is it working?"
She looked down and blushed, "So um...what exactly are we going to do?"
"Sex," he replied simply.
Lindsay couldn't believe her ears. She'd never expected him to be that straightforward.
"Relax, Montana, it's not like we're really going to do it," he said, laughing. "We're just going to be…reconstructing it."
"Reconstructing sex?" she questioned.
"That's the idea. Now, seeing as no one has sex with all their clothes on and I'm already half-naked, I think it's only fair that you take off something too," he grinned.
"Oh, so you are trying to be me, aren't you? Or is this blackmail?"
"Little bit of both. So strip, Monroe."
Two could play at that game. Lindsay sauntered so that she was standing right in front of him and began popping the buttons of her blouse one by one. Danny's eyes nearly skyrocketed out of his skull. He hadn't really believed that she'd actually do what he said.
He gulped, "Urm…."
"What? You wanted me to take off something. What's wrong with my shirt?" she asked innocently. Yes! Her plan was working!
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing."
She decided to torture him a little longer before getting more red paint under her nails. "So how do you want to do this?"
"You're on the bottom," he said. "Because its unlikely that the person with Nick scratched him from underneath. It doesn't really make sense."
This whole situation just didn't make sense. Lindsay couldn't believe she just agreed to take off her shirt and simulate sex with Danny Messer. Wow.
She lay down on the bed and tried to breathe normally, but couldn't with a mouth-wateringly handsome detective standing over her. She took a deep breath and tried to speak, "So you coming down or what?"
He nodded and she could see that he too was nervous. But it wasn't like this was for anything other than their jobs, right?
Awkwardly, he climbed on top of her so that both her legs were between his and his face was hovering dangerously close above hers. His arms were on either side of her head, effectively caging her in, but she actually didn't mind their current position to her own surprise.
Think, Monroe, Lindsay thought to herself. Think reconstruction and evidence, not…this.
Finally forcing herself to focus, she hesitantly raked her nails down Danny's back a couple times and he sucked in a deep breath, unconsciously dropping his face even closer to hers than it already was.
She could see every defined feature on his face, and was currently staring back into those blue eyes that pierced into her very soul. She didn't know how she was getting oxygen to her brain given the current position she was in.
Lindsay lightly cleared her throat, "Uh…I think I should get the erm…camera now…"
"Oh right," Danny automatically got up, grabbed her hand and pulled her up…into his arms. Her hands flew to his shoulders and their lips were dangerously close together."
"Sorry," he said, but he didn't let go.
"Camera."
"Right, sorry. Again," he grabbed the Nikon behind him and handed it to her, then turned around. She took a couple snaps and then turned her back to him to put on her blouse again.
"Thanks for um…the help," she mumbled as she walked out of Layout and back to their office.
Danny groaned out loud and dropped back onto the bed in frustration.
CSI:NY
The two didn't see each other until the next day. Lindsay was already in Trace analyzing evidence when Danny walked in.
"Hey," he said as he got on a lab coat and came up behind her. "What're you doing?"
"Our little reconstruction worked. Our uh…last experiment's pictures matched the ones on our vic. Turns out you were right, Messer. For once." She threw him a smirk over her shoulder.
"So is that what you're calling this now? Reconstruction and experiments?" he asked, teasing her. He leaned in closer and whispered in her ear, "You know it was more than that."
Lindsay had to use every fiber of her being to not collapse back into him right then and there, but God what this man did to her! And deeper down, his words affected her more than he would ever know.
"Well…I got to thinking and went out on a limb and had Sid make a mold of each of Jade's fingernails. Then when I tried matching them up with Nick's photo, I got this," she showed him the photo with the microscopically matched up cast of their vic's nails.
"Nice work," Danny went immediately back into work mode, finally being able focus on something besides his personal issues. "But didn't Jade have a --…"
"Boyfriend?" Lindsay finished. "Yeah. So I'm guessing that he found out that his girlfriend and his best friend were sneaking around behind his back and got back at both of 'em. Love and sex adds up to murder."
Danny nodded, "I'll have Flack pick him up."
As he disappeared outside and waited for the elevators, Lindsay gaze lingered a bit too long on hi before returning to work.
"It was more than that…"