Danny's point of view.

P.S. sorry for the constant POV changing, but goes with my theme. Also, I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while. A lot going on and my computer was acting up. So, enjoy though!

Lindsay looked absolutely beautiful. She never looked better. Okay, that's not completely true, but you get my point. On the drive there I was so nervous, (amazing for me, who never gets like dis') I hardly talked. I was just sitting there rehearsing in my mind how I was going to ask her. When I finally tore my attention to her, she looked like she was lost in thought.

"Linds?" I said. She didn't seem to hear me. I took one hand off the steering wheel for a minute and tapped her.

"Lindsay. Earth to Lindsay." She snapped out of it looking dazed.

" What?"

"What?!" I laugh. "You went all 'E.T. phone home' on me! You ok?" She gives a slight laugh.

"Yeah, I'm ok. Just thinking about Tayla Kel..." I immediately cut her off.

"No, no no. Im a stop you right there. Tonight is your relaxin. Not thinking about this case. I know you are taken' this case very personally, but don't let it take over your mind day and night." She was letting it take more than her mind, it was physically too. She would be too tired to go out, because she'd be up all night looking through case files. Or she'd get extreme migraines. Once Mac had to send her home! Tonight, I just wanted it to be about us and for her to have fun. And to say yes.

"I know. Thank you. Tonight should be about us. Where are we going anyway?"

"That is for me to know, and you to find out right about… now." I said as we pulled into the entrance of the restaurant. Lindsay gasped.

"Danny! Isabella De La Amour! This is so wonderful!" She exclaimed. I smirked. 'Oh, yeah Messer. You hit it outta the park.' A man came up to our car and I gave him the keys to park the car. Before I walked over to Lindsay's side of the car I whispered to the valet,

"Listen, I'm a cop, about 100 pounds more than you, and I carry a gun. Steal my car, you won't have legs." Leaving the boy terrified, I went to escort Lindsay. Inside the woman took it to our table. It was exactly how I asked. 2 lit candles, rose peddles on the table, and a bottle of Wine.

"Danny." Lindsay awed. She looked at me with sparkles in her eyes.

"You like it?" I asked, knowing very well she did.

"Like it? I love it! This is so sweet." She stood on her tippy toes and kissed me. I smiled. We sat down and the waiter poured our drinks, and took our orders.

"How did you pull this off?" She asked.

"I know people." She raised her eyebrow.

"What? I do. You act like I don't have connections."

"You do, but the type of connections we could get shot over." She teased. I rolled my eyes.

"Do you recognize this wine?" I said nodding to the wine. She looked confused and she picked up the bottle. As she read the label I saw a smile creep onto her face.

"2003 Chateau Suzanne." She said. (From the episode "A Daze of Wine of Roaches. Season 3 episode 19)

"Do you remember?"

"Do I remember? How could I forget! I had to touch a roach, and then the crawl up my leg later that day." She quivered with disgust.

"Ok. Montana, I don't wanna loose my appetite." She giggled. She raised her glass.

"To great wine and the disgusting roaches that brought us even closer." We clicked our glasses together. The night was going perfect. Just the way I planned. Lindsay had no idea what I was going to do, and the best she was going to be completely surprised. We ate our food, and we were talking and laughing when the woman singing said,

"This song is dedicated to the most beautiful woman in the world to me, Lindsay." Then she began to sing Montana's favorite song. (Kelly Clarkson, a Moment like This.)

Lindsay covered her mouth with her hand.

"Danny." She whispered. I smiled and rose from my chair and held out my hand.

"Can I have this dance?"

"But you don't dance." She pointed out.

"For you I can." She smiled and we went to the dance floor. As she swayed in my arms, I couldn't help but get a little nervous." 'Pull it together Danny. Just ask her! Don't be a punk. If you can interrogate rapists and murders all day, you can ask her to marry you.' I told myself. I took a deep breath and went for the kill. I whispered in her ear,

"Lindsay, you know I love you. I've never loved anyone like this. I was always, 'Danny Messer. Chases anythin' in a skirt.' But when I met you, and got to know you, I got this new side to me. I wasn't the forever bachelor, but I got dis' romantic, loving part of me. You complete me Lindsay Elaine Monroe." She looked up at me, tears welling in her eyes.

"I wanna be a one woman man and your it." I got down on one knee, and took her hands in mine.

"Lindsay, will you…" Just then my pager beeped. 'No! Not now!' My head screamed. It was an urgent page from Mac. I sighed.

"Lindsay, I'm so sorry but…" Then her pager beeped.

"Don't be sorry, we both got to go." She said. She grabbed her purse, I paid and we got in my car and headed to the crime scene. The perfect moment ruined, and I'll never get it back.