Disclaimer: I don't own CSI: New York, Danny Messer, Lindsay Monroe, or Mac Taylor. Strongly based on Man on a Mission by Peter Cincotti.

Danny Messer was on a mission. He left the New York Crime Lab on a Thursday evening with the sole intention of spending his evening and, hopefully, the entirety of the next day with the lovely Lindsay Monroe. She was on call the next day, so he did want to get his hopes up. He planned on making the most of the night.

They were good at that. Working time for themselves around the time for work. Finding that tiny little break to steal glances and exchange heated kisses in the elevator, behind the file cabinets in the break room, down the hallway to the locker rooms, behind an elaborate set of computers in the lab. But sometimes Danny needed more. And if he wasn't mistaken, so did she.

But he wasn't going to know anytime soon. He hadn't thought it was as late as it actually was. He entered his apartment to find his girlfriend on the edge of his bed, completely asleep. As much as he wanted to wake her up, he couldn't help but just marvel in the face of her beauty, head on, while she couldn't distract him with her eyes or facial expressions. And he couldn't bring himself to wake her up, she was calm, content. Peaceful.

And it was just like her to lay on the very edge of his bed, so as not to disturb anything. She'd been waiting for him. It just took him too long, apparently. Besides that, she'd been working around the clock; too, she'd only gotten off a few hours before him. His lips turned upward in a light smile as he kicked off his shoes, took of his gun, his badge, his belt, his shirt, and climbed into the space beside her.

It wasn't difficult to pull her toward him without disturbing her. His arm now securely trapped beneath the weight of her body, he placed a kiss lightly on her forehead and settled in for the night, disappointed, yet content.

What seemed like five minutes later, though in all actuality it was already Friday morning, he woke up to the sound of a phone. It was fairly early in the A.M., but the sun was beginning to peak through his window shades, painting a thin line of light across their tangled legs. Danny's eyes didn't open until he felt her presence gone from beside him, felt her weight gone from his arm, which, he presumed, as he could feel it, was indefinitely asleep.

When he did open his eyes and sat up, shaking his arm as subtly as he could manage, he found himself face to face with the deep set eyes of Lindsay Monroe. She looked exhausted still, but there was a sorrow, a remorse, an apology in her eyes. And he didn't have to hear her say it to know that she had gotten the call.

"Montana," he groaned.

"Sorry, Danny," she murmured, quietly, fumbling at the foot of his bed for, he presumed, her boots.

"Play hooky with me today," he murmured, propping himself up on his elbows. She paused in mid-action. She had been zipping up her boot, but that was of little consequence when your boyfriend asks you to spend the day with him in bed. Because that was exactly what Danny Messer was doing.

"Danny," she drug out the syllables of his name, standing up and stealing glances back and forth between her phone and his expectant face, as if the answer would suddenly become apparent, just like that. "You know I can't."

"What's the worst Mac'll do?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

"I don't know," she stated, sarcasm dripping from her voice. "Suspension from work, get taken off field work, get fired."

"Mac might be a hard ass, but he wouldn't fire you for skipping out one day." He let himself fall back on his bed. He was still tired, he hadn't gotten nearly enough sleep. But, at the same time, there had been worse days than this. And he still really wanted an evening with Lindsay. Uninterrupted. "Tell them you've got the flu. Or you've got really important family business or something." Lindsay laughed, and he let his eyes follow her as she went to look out his window.

"I can't tell them I've got the flu, Messer," she stated. "That takes a lot more than a day out of you."

"Okay, food poisoning, then," he shrugged it off. He watched her biting her lip, her resolution fading. Maybe she wanted this just as bad as he did. He hoped she wanted this just as bad as he did. Nothing he'd been hoping for, longing for had faded since the night before.

She rolled her eyes as she looked at him smirking. He had her, and she knew it as much as he knew it. She had her boots off and was crawling back into his bed after a quick flurry of her fingers across the keypad of her cell phone. And she couldn't help but grin. And he grinned in response.

Because today he was going to find the woman that was buried inside of her, the woman fighting to get out of the workplace, the woman he'd fallen in love with. Today he was determined not to lose any time, and that included the time for words. They didn't need words. Today he wasn't going to let her worry about work, about family, about the logistics of their relationship.

She smiled as she leaned up to kiss him, her fingers trailing over his chest as his wound their way into her hair. Today was the day that he would finally unravel the mystery that was Lindsay Monroe.

And he'd be damned if he let anyone stop him.

X-posted to livejournal. Shocker.

Is it wrong that I like using their full names? Probably. Because it probably gets a little tedious to read. Oops. Hm. I don't know. You should definitely listen to the song if you get a chance…;)

afrozenheart412: Thanks! I wasn't sure about her…and the chocolate craving…I get that, too. :) And don't worry, Donnie's not going anywhere anytime soon.

Crycrys: Hm, I'm afraid that'll probably happen a lot. But then you get to leave a lot up to your imagination, right? ;) Thanks for reviewing!

Texansweetheart: Just let your mind wander…;) Thanks for the review!

And thanks to anyone who's reading!

-Piper