Help a Sista Out

DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters. They're owned by CBS and its respective entities.

Synopsis: DL Lindsay goes out with a lab tech then uses Danny to get rid of him when things don't work out. DL

A/N: I'm so sorry for taking so long! I have finally completed this chapter, which is the last chapter. I hope you enjoy it. A BIG 'THANK YOU' TO ALL OF MY REVIEWERS!!!!!

On another note, the NFL draft happens at the end of April, which is during basketball season, right? If I'm wrong, consider it artistic license. I've corrected the football stat. Thanks, Phyxius!

CHAPTER 6 – SUPERMEN

This was a high profile case, which explained why there were so many lab techs at the scene. Tyrell Mann, a newly drafted football player, had been found dead inside his hotel room. The best day of his life turned out to be his last.

Danny entered the hotel room where Lindsay was crouched over the corpse and set his kit down.

"Tyrell Mann. They called him Superman."

He thinks he's teaching me something about football. I'll show him a thing or two. "With good reason. Forty-five college career touchdowns, over 3,000 career rushing yards, and he averaged 7.2 yards a carry." That'll show him.

"Don't tell me you know a little something about football, please."

"Well, is that so hard to believe?" Male chauvinist.

"No, it's just dangerous. I might have to ask you to marry me." That look on her face says she's not taking me seriously, but if she wanted to, I'd marry her today.

Lindsay's heart fluttered as she smiled at him and resumed with her observation of the body. If I open my mouth I'll probably say, "I do," and I'll never live that down.

Perry tried to leave the vicinity of the CSIs. Oh, brother. I would get sent out on a case with Romeo and Juliet. If they would stop the chit chat and just process the scene they wouldn't need so many of us out here, and I could get my game plan together so that I can approach Jennifer. I think Carmen will be performed this weekend. Maybe mom will let me use the Pinto.

CSI:NY

"So, Montana, you know football, but do you know basketball?"

"Of course I know basketball, Messer. Do you really doubt me? I ate bugs, for Pete's sake; you should have faith in me by now. Why wouldn't I know about basketball?"

"Yeah, the last time I doubted you, it cost me. Wanna come over and watch a game tonight?"

Lindsay didn't respond, not because she had to think about whether or not she wanted to go, but she was trying not to sound too enthusiastic. He didn't realize that she was trying to rein in her glee and quickly said, "Flack and Hawkes are going out to some new club – invitation only. Thing is, they forgot to get one for me. With friends like these, huh?"

Say yes, idiot! "Sure. Should I bring anything?"

"Nope. Just your lovely self."

At that, Lindsay blushed and turned around to walk away.

CSI:NY

That evening, Danny and Lindsay watched the game, drank beer, ate hot dogs, and enjoyed each other's company. During half-time, they played pool. Of course, Lindsay kicked his butt, although he said that he let her win.

The second half of the game began. While they shouted at the bad call the referee made, the buzzer sounded.

"Thank goodness for Tivo," he said as he paused the game and walked over to the intercom.

"Who is it?" he shouted.

"Let us up, Danny." Oh, no. Flack and Hawkes, the Bobbsey Twins. They would make a grand appearance while Lindsay's here.

In a couple of minutes, Flack and Hawkes made there way to Danny's front door. When Danny opened the door, Flack started in on him, "Messer, I can't believe you bailed on us. You missed out. There were these gorgeous girls..." He saw the look on Danny's face and stopped talking. "What?"

When Danny refused to move to let them in, Hawkes chimed in, "Let us in, Danny. Don't tell me you're 'entertaining.'"

Danny tried to give his friends a look to get them to be quiet, and he tilted his head in the direction of his couch, which was out of their sight.

"I have to tell you that Adam isn't too bad with the ladies," Flack continued. "He's a wild man when he gets a couple of drinks in him. We had to take him home before he proposed to some strange woman. Speaking of proposals, word around the lab says that you proposed to one Ms. Lindsay Monroe – over a DB, no less. How romantic."

Hawkes had to get in on this. "I'll give you one guess who is spreading that rumor. I'll give you a hint: he's a lab tech who still lives with his mama." Hawkes and Flack laughed, while Danny was mortified.

Lindsay laughed and thought, Perry.

Danny mouthed, "Go away."

Flack, having heard Lindsay's laugh, peeked around the door, where he spied Lindsay sitting on the couch grinning and waving at him. He raised his eyebrows and grinned at Danny, silently asking him if she was the reason he decided to stay in for the evening. Danny's silent response not only told him that she was the reason, but also that he'd better make a quick exit or he would live to regret it.

Flack mouthed "Lindsay" to Hawkes and pointed to the inside of Danny's apartment. They laughed quietly and bid both Lindsay and Danny good night. As they left, their laughter could be heard as they descended the stairwell..

Danny could feel Lindsay's eyes on him as he closed the door. His hand remained on the knob and he didn't turn around to face her. When he finally realized that he could not put off addressing the comments of his unwelcomed guests any longer, he turned and met Lindsay's gaze. To his surprise, she wasn't mad, but was trying to contain her laughter. He glanced at her curiously, as he was caught totally off guard by her response.

"Danny, you gave up a night out with the guys to watch a game with me?"

This is embarrassing. At least she's not mad at me. I might as well level with her. "Yes."

"Why?"

Danny walked over to the couch and held his hand out to Lindsay. She took his hand and stood up. "Because I'd rather spend time with you."

Lindsay was no longer laughing and it was obvious that she was touched by this revelation. "Danny. I don't know what to say."

That's an ambiguous response. "Lindsay, I know that we started hanging out because you were trying to get rid of Perry, but I don't want you to think that I've been spending time with you just to be your alibi."

Lindsay smiled and said, "Danny, do you think that's all we've been doing – dodging Perry? Don't you think that I want to spend time with you?"

"I don't know, Linds. That's the only time we seem to hang out together outside of work."

"True, but I wouldn't have actually gone out with you if I didn't want to be with you."

Did she just say what I think she said? "So...you want to be with me?"

Lindsay blushed. Might as well be honest. "Yes."

Danny nodded as he let the information sink in. "So we're...together?"

Lindsay couldn't help but smile. "I guess so. If that's what you want."

Danny's face inched closer to Lindsays. "I want." With that, he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her gently. Danny pulled back and joked, "Of course, if you're still hung up on Perry, I understand. I can't compete with the Pinto and the 8-track." They both giggled at this.

This time Lindsay kissed him, but it wasn't so gentle. When they pulled apart, both of them said a silent thank you to Perry.