DISCALIMER: Uh uh, no way no how will I ever own these characters. Oh, the bar scene, taken from the movie Ladder 49, I have no rights to that either, but it fit so well for these characters I had to retro fit it.

A/N: Soooooo sorry, I was going to post this Saturday before I left my computer and internet for the weekend, and it just wasn't done...It is now so Hope you enjoy.

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: : Cool Hunter : :

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The day was drawing to an end Lindsay was quickly finishing up with some analysis on foot impressions she had Danny help her make. She turned her paper work in and was about to leave for the night when she saw Danny in the break room cringing as he rubbed the back of his neck. Curious as she was, she changed the direction of her steps and slipped into the room unnoticed by her partner. He was in a staring contest with the coffee maker as it drip, drip, dripped the newly made java into the pot. She crept up behind him.

"Dude, I think the coffee pot won." She said from behind him, causing him to jump, turn around, and howl out in pain.

"Geeze Montana, a little warning next time." He said as he rubbed his back than sat down on one of the stools.

"Sorry, but payback's a bitch." Lindsay laughed.

"When have I ever done that to you?"

"Just about daily, but are you okay?"

"Yea fine why?"

"Your back, your neck, and the fact that you pretty much yelped in pain when I startled you." She observed.

"Well what can I say Monroe, you're a little heavy." He shrugged. His comment had Lindsay gulping in a dramatic breath of air, staring him down, and punching him in the arm. Then laughing as he again, grabbed his arm in pain. "Jesus Linds, sorry. It was a joke….that's gonna bruise." He said looking at the red mark.

"Oh please. Get over it. So what has you so sore? And don't say me, I weigh….well less then what I've seen you bench"

"I a, played 3 games of handball to get a eyewitness account on my playground kid. The kids these days are quicker than they used to be."

"Or you're just slowing down." Lindsay teased.

"I won 2 outta 3 games sweetheart, I ain't slowing down."

"If you say so." Lindsay laughed. Danny was trying to rub out his shoulder and failing miserably. Lindsay couldn't not take pity on the guy. She pushed herself off the counter she was leaning against and walked up to Danny.

"Seriously you could just ask for a little help." She smiled before turning the stool a little so Danny was now sitting perpendicular to the table. Lindsay moved behind him and started to massage his upper back and neck.

"Oh good god Monroe." Danny moaned, his head slouching forward "We're gonna have to keep you around just for this."

"Yea well, I did cause a little of it, you shoulda just told me you were already worn down, I woulda got Adam to help me."

"Hmmm, don't kid yourself Montana, you'd rather have been in my arms than Adam's." Danny teased to which Lindsay squeezed the tendons where his neck met his shoulders. "Ouch, okay, okay. Uncle." Danny pled taking one of Lindsay's wrists and gently pulled her around in front of him. "So dinner and drinks."

"I never promised you dinner." She grinned

"Yea but you never said no either." Danny smirked back

"Fine, how does pizza and beer sound?" she asked giving in. In all reality she never planned on not taking him out for dinner too, She did actually have a little crush growing on the man."

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Lindsay had taken him to Ray's for pizza, and they split a pitcher of beer. He was in heaven, good food, good brew, good company. It came as a surprise to him that this country girl was so alluring to him. Never in a million years would he have thought of her as his type. Yet the short, skinny, scrappy little country girl had grabbed his attention, and it seemed his affections. The stories she told weren't the generic city girl stories he had heard time and time again, only minor details changing. She had a sense of humor that wasn't dull or extremely dry. She could hold her own against him, and she was competition. Never had he been attracted to the competition before. Then again, the competition was always full-grown men that took steroids and pitched baseballs straight at his head. They were hairy, stinky, and well baseball players. On the force, they were a team and the enemy and competition were the criminals. He had no desire to seduce them. However when Mac brought Lindsay in, there was a new competition. She was at his level; they were competing for attention, for cases, for evidence. And he found that this girl caught his attention no one else ever had….she was his equal.

Looking over at her as she gestured her hands wildly, smiled as she told the punch line to a joke, and gently pushed a stray curl out of her eyes he couldn't help the itch, he wanted to be the one to push the curl out of her face. He wanted to hug her, to hold her. He would love to have her massage his back again, for her just to be that close to him again, her scent was intoxicating, it was addicting. He officially had a crush for Lindsay Monroe.

When they parted ways after dinner, he pulled her in for a goodbye hug, and thanked her for dinner. She thanked him for helping with her reconstruction. Then they both stepped into different cabs. And went in different directions back to their homes.

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The bars were already in full St. Patrick's Day swing. Green everywhere and just as many drunks. It didn't help that there were 5 bars around her apartment. Lindsay contemplated joining in the festivities, but she already had a good buzz going and had to work in the morning. Well for a little while, she had every intention of getting paper work done so that she did not have to come in the day after because, well, she was planning on still being drunk the morning after and would not be fit to go into work. Her first St. Patty's day in NYC would be epic as Flack put it.

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When Danny arrived home, he found an upset Cindy sitting outside his door. "Cindy, what are you doing here?"

"What do you mean, What am I doing here! We had plans tonight and you blew me off."

"What do you mean we had plans tonight we broke up a week ago." Danny said logically as he unlocked his door.

"We made plans to go out to the show tonight."

"Cindy, we broke up, all plans were therefore canceled" Danny said, ready to close the door but Cindy followed him in.

"You smell like another woman. Did you really get over me that quickly, were you cheating on me! Is that why you dumped me?"

"No, I helped a friend with a reconstruction at work. And I never cheated on you. I just don't feel anything between us."

"We were together for 5 months and you feel nothing for me!" she squeaked.

"Cindy we've already been through this." Danny said rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"No fuck you Danny, I want the truth. WHY! Why the hell did you dump me!"

"The truth, the truth is you annoy the hell out of me!" he shouted. "At first, it was cute, but 5 months. 5 months of that high pitched whine, of the overly bubbly laugh, of the pointless conversations that go on for hours. Cindy, I need someone with substance. You were fun, but not for the long run, not for me."

"I don't have substance. I'm too bubbly. Well here's too fucking bubbly for you!" She yelled picking up a glass of water he had left on the table and chucked it at him. Danny just dodged it as the glass shattered on the floor. He looked up and rolled over right as she pushed the bookcase over, with the sole purpose of squashing him.

"God Damn It Cindy." Danny shouted as he sprang to his feet. "Get the fuck over it! You were even unhappy too!"

"Unhappy, how would you know! You were never fucking around, even when you were with me you were toned out."

"Well I had to be! You are so mind numbingly stupid."

"And what, reading some lame ass books on science will make me a better person!" she said chucking fallen books at him, most were his old college textbooks. Books with a lot of pages, big, heavy, foot breaking books.

"Just reading in general."

"You son of a bitch. You will never know what you lost!" and with that she grabbed the lamp from the side table, chucked it at his head, and stormed out of the apartment. Danny made quick work to hop over all the fallen and broken pieces and lock and chain the door immediately.

"Fuck, that woman was mad." Danny said looking around his destroyed living room. There goes the security deposit. The apartment cleaned up fast enough. He pushed the bookcase back up, stacked the books back on them, he'd got through them at a later date, and wrote himself a note to by bolts to anchor the bookshelf to the wall. That was never happening again.

Oh he needed a drink, and needed one bad, thank god tomorrow was St. Patrick's Day and he was off.

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: : Next Day : :

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Sullivan's Bar was insane, to say the least. Green everywhere, and just about every cop, det. csi, lab tech, and their significant other were there. Green beer and Irish Car Bombs were being poured consistently. Mac's group had a several small round bar tables pushed together very near the bar. Yes, even Mac was participating in 2007's festivities. Two pitchers of green beer sat half gone. Just about everyone was there: Mac, Stella, Danny, Sheldon, Flack, Sid, Adam, and Lindsay was on her way she had to finish some paper work before getting obliterated…they all had the next day off. It was the makings of a good night.

"So who's up for some Irish Car bombs to get this night started." Flack offered, clapping his hands together.

A round of "No's" came from Mac, Stella, and Sheldon. Adam nodded, and Danny gave a smirk, looking up toward the door as a gust of cold wind blew in.

"Yea, I'm in and order one of Montana, let's see if I can get my money back from the other night." Danny said referring to the bug-eating incident of last week, he downed his beer, hopped up and met Lindsay at the door. Giving her a side hug and leading her over to the tables the team had assembled. He had just broken up with Cindy, his girlfriend of 5 months, a few weeks earlier, and had to admit, that there was a little crush brewing on the new CSI out of Bozeman, Montana.

"Hey Guys." She called out taking a seat next to Don, and Danny hopping up onto the bar stool next to her.

"Hey Monroe, You ever do one of these?" Flack asked pushing the beer and shot towards her.

"Oh, Don't do it Lindsay." Mac warned.

"Eh, she'll do it." Danny smirked, "bet ya, Mac, give me a chance to get the $5 back."

"So, you think I'll eat bugs, but not do one of these, huh Mac." Lindsay said eyeing her new boss/friend. Mac simply shrugged and took another sip of his beer. "OKAY then, what are we doing." Lindsay said slapping her hands down onto the table.

"Alright, Irish Car Bombs, so Linds, You're gonna drop the shot into the beer, and drink it real quick." Danny said grabbing his shot glass and holding it above the beer glass, Flack, Lindsay, and Adam loaded up to. "Ready go." And like that four shots of Bailey's and Jameson were dropped into Guinness and chugged. The group started chanting "drink drink drink" The 3 guys finished about the same time. Lindsay was drinking slower, but still chugging like a champ. Her hand went into the air and began twisting as she finished off the drink to applause.

"Wow! What was that?" she asked laughing. "I'm gonna be so sick tomorrow." Danny clapped her on the back, congratulating her while Mac dug in his back pocket for a five and slapped it into Danny's hand.

"You know that money is going to buy me a chaser after that disgusting drink." Lindsay told Danny.

"Alright Montana, since you did help me get my money back. Pitcher of the green stuff sound good."

"Yea a pitcher should about do it." Lindsay laughed placing a hand to her mouth to hide a burp.

After a few more hours, a few pitchers, and several more car bombs among Don, Danny, and Lindsay, Lindsay had just about hit her limit. Lindsay tilted her glass, thinking about taking another sip before she put the half-full glass back down. By this time they were huddled around a corner of the bar, as it was getting later, and she and Danny had been having a pretty heated although surprising playful debate over something or other, and Flack sitting next to her was chatting with Sheldon.

"I…I think I've got to slow down." Lindsay admitted.

"Oh no, it's St. Pat's, you gotta get wasted." Danny encouraged.

"No, no, Danno, the lady knows her limitations, let her go, send her home." Flack said dismissing her from his mind for the evening.

"You calling me a light weight?" Lindsay asked, staggered. Flack shook his head like we was about to say no, but really it was more of a twitch then shouted/admitted:

"Yea." With a shrug. There was a series of "Oooooooh's." Lindsay took him in for a second, he seemed fine, intoxicated, and louder than usual, and had close to half a glass of beer as well.

"Okay." She laughed with a smile on her face and raising her glass. "Last one to empty their glass has to run naked around this bar."

Danny who had been chatting with Lindsay prior called out "WE'VE GOT OURSELVES A RACE HERE!"

"Okay, okay, okay." Flack said prepping and clinking Lindsay's glass. "Call it, Call it." He told Danny.

"LOSER TAKES OFF ALL THEIR CLOTHES." Danny called out. "READY ON 3: 1… 2 … 3!"

Flack began to chug his drink, Lindsay however went straight for the drain and dumped what was left of her beer, leaving her glass empty while Flack still had half left to go. He gulped his sip than put his drink down.

"No, no, what the hell was that?" He asked, not believing he lost and on a cheap shot at that. Danny was laughing hysterically.

"I said last to empty their glass." She informed, before knocking Danny's shoulder "did I say anything about drinkin?" she asked her country/Midwest accent coming out strong with her intoxication.

"Lady's right Flack." Danny concurred. Flack got up and cracked his neck and a chorus of "take it off" filled the bar. Flack stripped off his shirt, then unhooked his belt and pushed down his pants.

"Ya know you wouldn't have her doing this." Flack said angrily,

"I wouldn't lose, now take your lap, laddie." Lindsay laughed.

"It's official, you are the devil." Don said before not running but strutting around the bar.

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When Lindsay awoke early the next morning she noticed several things. One she was laying on something hard, two she was face down in something fuzzy, three it smelt like vanilla and coconuts, and four her head was pounding something fierce and she needed to vomit.

She pushed herself up from what she could only assume was the floor and grasped a cool smooth pedestal. Thank god, she was in a bathroom; more specifically her bathroom. She hugged the familiar toilet and blew some liquid kisses to the china goddess.

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Danny heard Lindsay undrink last night. He rubbed the sand from his eyes and rolled off the couch in her and Jenna's apartment landing on all fours. He felt it too, last night had been brutal. Once he had his bearings (and his stomach) set, he looked over to the other couch: Adam slung over it, his head in the trash can, fast asleep. He'd let the kid sleep, he had to take care of Lindsay, it was his fault she was as bad as she was, he and Don had been serious pushers last night. Flack had made sure Stella got home, Danny had Lindsay and Adam, but they only made it as far as Lindsay's before they all needed to crash. She graciously offered up her couches, but she called dibs on the toilet.

That is where he found her this bright morning, half dressed and curled around her toilet. Her chestnut curls falling gently over the pot. He knocked to let her know he was there. She lifted her head out of the toilet enough to see who it was before dry heaving into the toilet again. Danny reached over a filled up a disposable cup with water, sat on the side of the tub and handed her the drink. She downed it in one gulp reminiscent of many of the shots they had done the night before.

Lindsay let out an audible shiver, but she was in no state to move. She had reached her goal, she just had forgotten how painful the after effects were. Danny reached up and grabbed a very pink bath towel and wrapped it around her bare shoulders, (she was in only a pair of sleep shorts and a skimpy little tank top)

"Thanks" she murmured, chancing a glance at Danny. He was in almost the same shape as she was from the looks of it. He was green in the face and wearing only an undershirt and his jeans from the night before slung much lower now. He slipped back into the bathtub and rested his head against the cool bath tile. It did make his head feel a little better.

"No prob Montana." He yawned before the need to sleep took over again.

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Adam woke up a short time later. He tasted the remains of an Irish car bomb and ran to the bathroom, his trash can in hand. Lindsay was slung over the toilet with a bath sheet wrapped around her, Danny was asleep in the tub, and he had to Ralph. he had his trash can. What was he thinking. He slumped down the bathroom cabinet and lost what was left of his stomach.

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That is how Jenna found them at 1pm later that day. All passed out in the tiny bathroom, one next to the other. Danny in the tub, head slung back a drooling, Lindsay head leaning against the toilet seat asleep and Adam falling over in his sleep and using Lindsay's shoulder as a pillow.

There night must have been awesome.

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A/N2: Last Scene: Very similar to my morning, just my dedication to you guys, now i plan on sleeping until tuesday. Hope to have another chapter up thursday.