AN: So, this is the continuation. Hopefully, you all liked the first part and that is why you've decided to check out this part. Also, I forgot to add in the first part my apologies for the lameness of the title. I honestly couldn't think of anything better. The poem recited below is called 'I miss you' and since it's credited to anonymous, I figured it would be safe to use. But just so you know, the poem is not mine, I just like it a lot. Also another thing I forget to mention in the first part, I do not in anyway own Danny and Lindsay or CSI: New York, except for the fact that I have the seasons on DVD. This story is not for profit, just for fun. Enjoy
The early morning light filtered softly through Danny's window, the picture it illuminated was a far cry from the night before. Lindsay was sleeping, her head resting against Danny's chest, one hand gripping the dog tags he always wore, keeping him anchored to her. Danny's eyes were closed, though the one hand that was playing in Lindsay's hair and the other drawing aimless circles on her back hinted that he wasn't asleep, just basking in the feeling of having his girl with him again. Lindsay began to stir and Danny's eyes slid open slowly, wanting to be the first thing she saw when she woke up.
She smiled, reaching up to kiss him gently on the lips, perfectly content, nowhere near the emotionally ruined woman he had found crying outside his front door the night before.
"Morning" she said, burrowing deeper into his chest, letting loose a small yawn.
"Morning" he answered, his voice, rough with sleep and that unshakeable accent sent shivers down her spine.
"How long have you been up?" she asked. Danny shrugged and Lindsay felt the movement more than saw it.
"A while. It's alright though, I was enjoying the view" Lindsay nodded, accepting his answer, too content to fill the happy silence with meaningless words. They lay there, side by side for a few moments, both perfectly at ease.
"I like your hair like this" Danny offered after a while. Lindsay moved her head, folding her hands on his chest and propping her chin up in order to see him better.
"What do you mean? All tangled and full of knots?"
"No, the style, it's nice short. I don't think I've ever told you that" Lindsay shrugged, the movement somewhat awkward with her hands trapped under her chin.
"Probably not"
"I really do like it." he said "It's very sexy" the hand he had on her back began to travel downwards, coaxing goose-bumps from her bare skin.
"Hey, hands where I can see them, buddy."
"Alright, alright" he laughed, hands going automatically into the 'alright-officer-I-surrender' pose both of them had seen countless times from various suspects. Then he was moving, his torso twisting away from her, reaching for something on the night stand, then he was back, body fitting like a puzzle piece against Lindsay's.
"Here I got this for you, sort of like a belated birthday present" he offered her a rectangular object and Lindsay took it, sitting up in order to get a better look at it. She held the sheet tightly to her chest as she examined it.
"It's a book" she said, clearly confused
"Excellent observation, Detective Monroe, you'll make a wonderful crime scene investigator one day" Lindsay slapped his chest playfully, flipping through the pages of her present.
"It's a book of poetry" she added, voice clearly marked with awe.
"What? I can't have layers?" Danny asked, pretending to hurt.
"No, it's not that, I just expected it to be the Kama Sutra or a map of New York or something"
"Which I'll have to get you someday." Danny asserted, pointing a finger before folding his arm behind his head.
"What, the Kama Sutra? You trying to tell me something, Messer?"
"No, a map of New York. You have a lousy sense of direction."
"So buy me a compass" she mumbled, scanning through the pages of her book.
"Oh, she's making demands now." he joked, talking to no one in particular.
"No, I'm not" she shut the book and concentrated on Danny's face.
"Besides, I'm allowed to get lost. New York is confusing and I'm still just a poor little country girl"
"You've been here for three years, Montana, I think that excuse is past its expiry date." Lindsay rolled her eyes and went back to examining her book.
"Why are all these pages dog-eared?" she asked, raising the book for his inspection. Danny shrugged.
"Nothing really. Just some poems I thought you might like."
Lindsay's eyes went wide and she covered her mouth in pretend shock.
"The man's a poet, who knew?"
"I don't write the stuff, loopy, besides I've had quite a bit of time on my hands for the past little while." They were both silent, focused on the book Lindsay was playing with, the memory of their less than enjoyable past creeping up on them.
"Will you read me some?" She asked, offering him the book.
"What? Why?"
"Come on, Messer, read me some poetry with that oh so manly accent"
"You making fun of the way I speak?" he asked
"Not at all, officer" she laughed and the sound was like music to his ears. He would do anything to make her happy, keep her smiling and laughing and joking and she knew it.
"Alright, give it here" he said, holding his hand out for the book. Lindsay handed it to him willingly and lay back down, resting her cheek once more against his chest.
Danny flipped the pages, giving the impression of looking for something good but he already knew exactly which poem to recite.
"Alright, here's a good one" Danny cleared his throat
"I miss you in the morning, dear, when all the world is new; I know the day can bring no joy because it brings not you. I miss the well-loved voice of you, your tender smile for me, the charm of you, the joy of your unfailing sympathy. The world is full of folks, it's true, but there was only one of you. I miss you at the noontide, dear; the crowded city street seems but a desert now, I walk in solitude complete. I miss your hand beside my own the light touch of your hand, the quick gleam in the eyes of you so sure to understand. The world is full of folks, it's true, but there was only one of you. I miss you in the evening, dear, when the daylight fades away; I miss the sheltering arms of you to rest me from the day, I try to think I see you yet there where the firelight gleams - Weary at last, I sleep and still I miss you in my dreams. The world is full of folks, it's true, but there was only one of you"
He finished, his breath coming out shakily, nervous for her reaction. He had never told her in so many words exactly how he felt about her before now, even though they weren't precisely his words.
"It's beautiful, Danny." She said, turning her head to face him, silent tears in her eyes.
"I love you Lindsay" he said, the words escaping in a rush of relief and fear. He had waited so long to tell her, who knew what her reaction might be. "That's why this is going to work"
Lindsay studied him for a moment, the tears in her eyes threatening to spill over. Finally she leant over and kissed him gently, softly, lovingly.
"I love you too, Danny" she said pulling away. Danny smiled, and brought her lips to his once again. Kissing her hungrily, passionately, making up for all the time they had lost, all the time they would have now that they were together, finally.
"Now" he said, pulling away, his breath coming in heavy pants. "Where exactly are those ridiculously uncomfortable but oh so sexy shoes?" Lindsay laughed.
"They're in my closet, right next to my little black dress."
"You have a little black dress, Montana? What else have you been hiding from me?" Lindsay rolled her eyes
"Please, Messer, all women have a little black hidden in their closet somewhere, even us poor country girls." Danny seized her once again, bringing his mouth crashing down on hers.
Finally after all the tears and pain and time, they were right where they belonged.