Danny had assumed that the second Lindsay had found him; she would all over him, begging for him to fuck her. As he took trace from the victim's clothing, he felt a presence behind him and he smirked.

"How'd that shower work out for you, Montana?" he said sarcastically. He envisioned her touching herself in the shower and almost missed her reply.

"There's nothing like a good, hot shower to relieve the stress of a case." She said calmly, walking around to the other side of the table to examine the evidence.

"The case," Danny thought in his head. "What the hell is going on?" He looked over at Lindsay who was studying the evidence closely. She wasn't even stealing glances at him. He wondered what really happened it that shower. Then, Lindsay leaned over to get a better look, but it was Danny who ended up getting the better look. He could see straight down her shirt, and he got a perfect view of her gorgeous breasts. He licked his lips, feeling the temperature in the room start to heat up.

"Is it hot it here, or is it just me?" Danny said pulling at the collar of his shirt.

"When the power went out, I guess the air conditioning went along with it." Lindsay replied still not looking at him. "That's why I changed."

Danny realized now, as he looked at her, what game she was playing. She was no longer wearing office appropriate attire; she was wearing a small white tank top and a short blue jean skirt. She also still had not made eye contact with him, and she refused to talk about what had happened in the locker room. She was ignoring him.

"Fine," he thought, "two can play at that game." Without saying anything he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. He was now wearing only a white wife-beater.

Lindsay heard the fabric hit the floor and looked up to see a delicious looking Danny. He was still wearing some clothing, but it had sculpted perfectly to his body, showing every ridge of his toned chest and stomach. She licked her lips and bit down softly to keep herself from moaning at the sheer sight of him. Danny saw this out of the corner of his eye and grinned to himself.

"Now the victim had red crystals across the front of his shirt," Danny began, acting completely natural. "But I'm thinking if we take a look through the microscope, it will turn out to be some sort of spore, like the one found inside him."

"But we can't run it through the database because it's shut down."

"I know that smarty-pants," Danny joked. "You'll have to do this the old fashioned way."

"Yay, books." Lindsay cheered sarcastically, making Danny laugh out loud. She smiled to herself and took the sample over to the microscope. Danny continued to collect trace while she adjusted the microscope to take a better look at the crystals.

"Hey Danny," she said after a few minutes, "I think you need to come look at this." Danny came over and took off his glasses, placing them beside the microscope. While he examined the crystals, Lindsay took the opportunity to examine his face. She had never really seen him without his glasses off. He looked different, but in a good way.

"That's interesting." Danny muttered, snapping Lindsay out of her trance. "What do you think it is?" He turned to look at her and she almost couldn't speak because she was lost in his bright blue eyes.

"Ummm," she began, trying to focus. "It looks to me like some sort of plant, but the red coloring makes me think something industrial or drug related."

"Start looking up plants for now," He said placing his glasses back on and returning to the trace table, "Worry about the coloring later." She nodded, although he couldn't see her, and went over to the bookshelves to collect some books. She stood on her tiptoes and stretched her arm as far as it would go before realizing a better way to get at it.

"Danny," she called, "Can you help me get down this book?"

"Sure." He replied looking up from the table. When he saw Lindsay he stopped dead in his tracks. As she still stretched to get a book, her skirt rose up even higher and he stared at her slim, toned legs. He shook himself out of it just in time to come up behind her and reach to grab the book.

"Thank you." She said sweetly and stopped reaching. She stepped back, pushing herself against him, and slowly slid down his body until she was on her feet again. She thought he heard a sort of growl come from the back of his throat and she smiled to herself.

"Are you okay?" she said looking up at him. His eyes were closed.

"I'm fine." He said, snapping his eyes open. He grabbed the book and stepped back. He handed her the book and returned to the table.

"Wow." Lindsay thought. "This is going to be harder than I expected." She trotted back to the microscope and skimmed through the pages of the book, not really paying attention, but rather thinking of another way to seduce Danny. She looked back in the microscope again, refreshing her brain of the image. Soon she felt a hot breath against the back of her neck. She shivered and continued to ignore the fact that he was right behind her. She jumped slightly when she heard his voice in her ear.

"Cold, Montana?" He questioned, lips grazing her earlobe. She tried to stay calm as her whole body began to shake and she felt the familiar warmth between her legs.

"No," she replied. "I just feel uncomfortable when people are in my space."

"You weren't complaining earlier." He retorted, chuckling slightly. His lips found her neck and he began to suck slightly at the sensitive skin there. Lindsay sighed and leaned her head back on his shoulder. He laughed again and pulled his body away from hers. Her eyes snapped open as soon as she lost contact and she spun around pushing Danny up against the table he had been working on. Her lips attacked his and he instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her closer. He slipped his tongue into her mouth and she moaned, bringing her hands to tangle themselves in his hair.

As he slid one of his hands lower to grab Lindsay's ass, she snaked a hand between their bodies to stroke the arousal that forming inside Danny's jeans. This time he moaned and he loosen the grip he had on her. She began to undo his belt, and when she had that undone and his pants unzipped, she slipped her hand inside his pants to stroke him more eagerly. He bucked his hips slightly at the feeling of her bare hand on him, silently begging for more. She smiled slightly, knowing that she was getting exactly what she wanted. She began to pump his shaft, quickening the pace as she went. She watched his face, almost feeling guilty about what she was doing to him. He had the face of an angel, and she was about to bring him down out of heaven.

She knew he was getting close when he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into a bruising kiss. When he let her go, she let him go.

"What the hell?" he almost yelled. She began to giggle at the fact that those were the same words she had said earlier. She stopped laughing however when she met his gaze. His eyes had turned from bright blue into a dark gray. His chest was heaving furiously, and it scared her.

"If I don't get to cum," Lindsay began bravely, "you don't get to cum." She watched for his reaction, but when he didn't give her one, she turned and began to walk out of the room.

When her hand was on the knob, she felt him pick her up and slam her against the door. She was frightened for a moment by his force, but then she heard his joking voice in her ear.

"Did you think this was over?"