This is a story that has pretty much nothing to do with what's going on in the tv show, it's more one of the many scenarios of what could happen if Danny and Lindsay meet under different circumstances... this first chapter was inspired by the song "Hitchhiker" by Teitur (check out his latest album, it's great!).
I still don't have a beta reader, so if anyone feels like helping me out there, please contact me :)
As this is my very first fanfic on here, I'd really appreciate any constructive feedback - as they say: R&R, please, thank you!

Okay, enough of me, let the story begin...

„No, not again!" Lindsay Monroe couldn't believe it. On the way home from the mechanics next town her car litterally broke into pieces. Again. Not even the radio was working anymore. And as if that wasn't enough she discovered that her cell phone had run out of battery, just as she wanted to call for help. Now she was stuck on a lonely road in the middle of nowhere, it was getting dark and cold. She stepped out of the car to take a look under the hood.

"What am I doing here? I don't know anything about cars, that's why I brought it to the mechanics in the first place." She rolled her eyes and shut the hood again.

She leaned against her vehicle looking out on the road, waiting for a car to come by. It was Friday night, and she knew exactly that this road wasn't frequented very often, she used it almost every week, but rarely ever saw another car.

Lindsay decided, instead of waiting for someone to come her way, it would be faster if she just went along the road to the next gas station and find a good old coin telephone there. It was quite a distance, but since she liked long walks, especially at this time of the year, she figured it wouldn't be that bad.

After about one hour she heard a noise approaching her. It was a car! She turned around and stepped out on the road, signalizing the car to stop for her. Unfortunately the driver didn't seem to understand her. He sped up and drove around her, directly through a huge puddle, leaving Lindsay standing there with wet mud stains on her shirt and jacket. "Thanks a lot, exactly what I needed to make this day perfect!" she grumbled. She was just about to get off the street when she heard a second car. She waved out again, not as enthusiastic as the first time though, but this time the driver stopped a few feet away from her.

"What can I do for you, Miss?" the rather handsome looking man behind the steering wheel asked in a pretty thick New York accent. Lindsay blushed, she was immediately attracted to him.

"My car broke down and I was on the way to find a working phone and call for help. May I use your cell phone for a second, please?"

"I'm sorry, but I broke up with my grilfriend yesterday and she smashed my cell, I didn't get around to get a new one yet. But I could take you somewhere – where are you headed?"

Is he trying to tell me he's single? I should let him know I'm actually not available anymore, Lindsay thought.

"Um, just to the next gas station. I'll call my husband and he'll pick me up."

"Alright, hop in." Dammit, she's married!

"What's your name?" Lindsay asked in the car.

Better don't tell her your real name, who knows what kind of twisted mind she really has, "I'm …Chris. And your name?" The stranger, whose actual name was Danny Messer, detective of the NYPD, introduced himself.

Who knows what kind of weirdo this might be, that's probably not even his real name - and I better don't tell him mine, "I'm Becky, nice to meet you, Chris." Her beautiful smile made him melt.

"Nice to meet you, too, Becky." He smiled back, she felt her heart beating faster for a second.

A few minutes later they arrived at the gas station, but the shop doors were already closed.

"Great! And the only working phone is inside, of course. This has to be my lucky day!"

"Ah, I don't think it's that bad. Look, the lights are still on, if we ask friendly they might let you in and call your husband." Danny suggested.

"You're right, I'll just ask." They got out of the car and walked towards the store. Lindsay tried to see if somebody was inside before she knocked, and it was exactly the right thing to do: She saw two men with skiing masks running around in the store collecting various items, and a very frightened looking older man holding his hands up.

She looked over to Danny.

"Is that a gun?!" she whispered startled. He had already placed himself at the side of the door, pressing himself against the wall, holding his gun up and thinking about what to do.

"I have to tell you something… I'm not just some lonesome rider, I'm with the NYPD, and we're witnessing a crime in progress, I have to do something about it." He showed her his badge on his belt. Lindsay's eyes lit up.

"Well, you're not alone, cowboy, 'cause I'm with the local police," she showed him her badge, "and of course we have to intervene!"

TBC