DISCLAIMER: not mine in any way. Just having some fun with the characters.

a/n: thanks for all the reviewers and readers out there. Love you sooo much, didn't mean to sick anyone out with the last scene in the last chapter, for those who have been there, there are good times in reminiscing but guess it's not for everybody. I will keep that in mind for the future. Here is the first double of this fic, chances are there will be more with season 3 nearing. Well on with the show, I now present:

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: : Necrophilia Americana : :

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She was officially the bug girl, not that she minded THAT much, after all, they were relatively interesting. And New Yorkers just don't seem to have the stomach for insects, even if the cockroach was pretty much the unofficial mascot of New York. They were often found in every affordable place to live. She'd killed a few just the other day. Lindsay Monroe continued to watch the bugs finish devouring the body in front of her. It was sick, but she couldn't tear her eyes away. She soon felt a presence behind her and a familiar scent: Danny Messer.

"What we run out of bug spray?" He asked craning his head to see over her shoulder at the body lying on the slab in the morgue. It was interesting.

"Domestic tissue removal."

"Museum vic. You participating in that investigation or is this just a forensic peep show?" he teased her, okay, so it was sort of a peep show, but she was on bug duty.

"Hammerbeck couldn't determine cause of death so he needed to de-flesh the vic."

"Using the bugs?"

"Yea, they're better at tissue removal at this stage, they're cleaner, plus they don't harm potential evidence, once Hammerbeck's finished with you, I get to take the beetles back to the lab with me."

"Don't eat em." He told her as he turned to get his vics autopsy report from Sid.

"You're a little late on that one." She shot back; he was, Mac had made the comment at the scene, she ate one leg off a deep fried spider, and she would never live that done, but he was the one that ate them with her.

"Still, doesn't mean it's not funny." He said before focusing all his attention on his case and work, well at least tried to. Was it in his mind? Or, were bugs crawling on him? It was in his mind. He shot a look over his shoulder at Lindsay, she was just standing there watching the bugs, yet her scent and her very presence hindered him unable to fully concentrate. "Messer, you hearing what I'm saying?" Sid asked looking up from the chart he was referring to in reviewing the autopsy. There was a smirk on his face. Sid knew. Danny Messer had a crush on the girl from Montana.

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"So Montana, did all the bugs make it out into evidence or did you have some for lunch?" Danny asked when he walked into the break room and saw Lindsay opening a Tupperware container.

"You know Messer you ate those damn bugs too, more actually."

"So?" He asked going into the fridge for his own lunch.

"So the container housing them is in trace, if you know, your.." She leaned over to see what he had for lunch "..tuna isn't enough."

"Monroe, you should know I don't eat evidence." Danny grinned.

"Uh huh." Lindsay nodded "If you say so." They ate in pleasant silence until Mac walked by with a small child in toe. Mac looking all dad.

"Who's the kid?" Danny asked. As far as he knew Mac lived a childless existence.

"Found him at the museum, he witnessed the murder." Lindsay said watching Mac. "His parents are suspects."

"But he hasn't said anything?"

"Nope, actually hasn't said a word, has been mute since he was found."

"My kinda kid." Danny said.

"Not a fan of kids detective."

"Eh, they have their good points, but not in my future."

"Oh your mother will love that." Lindsay laughed.

"And what would you know of that Monroe?" Danny asked flabbergasted. Lindsay really calling him out? Nah, not happening.

"She's a mom, if you don't get the "when are you gonna settle down talk" with the number of times she calls and checks that your coming to dinner, well, then I will eat another bug."

"That confident are you?"

"Damn straight."

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: : Live or Let Die : :

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"Monroe, Chill out." Danny chuckled as he came into the bullpen to see fidgeting and pacing as she waited on another search, biting her nails as she looked through evidence. He had never seen her this tense. At least not since Mac dismissed her from the Endicott murders/Henry Darius case. "You okay, Linds." He asked seriously this time, even using part of her given name to get the point across that he was concerned. Lindsay wasn't one to over stress, at least she hadn't been so far.

So far she'd been the suspect tackling, reconstruction demonstrating junkie, porno watching, lube wading, opera going, bug eating woman who fit perfectly in his arms, and was just the right weight that after a long day of hand ball he could still carry across a roof no problem. Yea, he had a little bit of crush, fine Aiden was a little right with her little hunch months earlier. She was occupying his mind, it was nothing.

"What, yea Danny, sure." Lindsay said noticing Danny, not catching all of what he said.

"So you will?" Danny asked with a smirk, what was she saying sure to exactly? He could have some fun with this one. "Phone sex tonight, say 9 pm." Yea, he'd like his cat to be in her garden. That conversation got the better of him earlier. Since then he's been having odd little daydreams about one miss Lindsay Monroe. Not good in the work place, at home perhaps, but work, bad idea.

"Uh huh." Lindsay said flipping another page then looking up suddenly. "Wait What!"

"That's what I thought." Danny smirked rolling his chair to next to where she was working, before pulling the handle bar of her chair swinging her around to face him. "Alright Monroe, what's up, you're never this stressed, what's up?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean earlier you were antsy and upset, but it's been getting worse all day. Come on Montana vent a little." Danny said waving it on, "This case is getting to you, talk it out."

Lindsay eyed him suspiciously. He'd finished his case, why was he offering to help her with hers when he could be on his way home already. His eyes continued to probe her.

"Okay, fine. I don't know, Okay. This case it just.. I can't even say." Lindsay blurted out. "I don't know why I just have this need to solve it, she's just about my age, raped and killed for no reason, or no reason that I can find, I just want to solve it so that maybe….."

"Maybe you can sleep at night, walk down the street at night. Not worry as much." Danny offered.

"I walk past that spill way every damn day, what if I had passed it when that was going on."

"Lindsay, I highly doubt that. Honestly, I've known you what? 8 months, and I can tell you, I honestly believe if someone was in danger or hurt, you'd do everything in your power to stop it or fix it."

"Thanks Danny."

"Okay, so this case." Danny said clapping his hands together. "whatcha got."

"Adam FINALLY got me the results back." Lindsay said reaching for the sheet. "Came back to two different guys, one is a suspect, the other already in the system."

"Okay, who was the last to sleep with her?"

"Not the guy we have." Lindsay said biting her bottom lip. She honestly didn't want to tell Danny, she had heard her fair share of Aiden stories, she knew they were close, she knew about this DJ Pratt guy. She wanted to pin him for the girl that gave her a shot at a new life.

"So who is it?" she didn't answer at first. "Lindsay, who's the guy?" Danny asked again a little more firmly this time.

"D.J. Pratt." Lindsay said looking straight into Danny's eyes.

"Shit that son of a bitch is back." Danny said running a hand through his hair.

"Yea, and now he's escalating if he did kill her."

"What's that mean?"

"It means I can't pin him to the murder, I can't put him in that tunnel only in the vic!" Lindsay shouted. He'd never heard her shout.

"Okay, Linds, this is what you're going to do." Danny started.

"You're gonna tell me what to do, you're not my …" She couldn't even finish that thought as Danny decisively cut in.

"No, I'm not whatever you were about to say Lindsay, I'm your coworker, and I've seen where hunting this guy can go. Hand the case file to Mac, he'll handle it from here on out. This is bigger than just you and Stella. This guy is escalating, and frankly, I don't feel like transitioning another new CSI into this team because you get too involved in catching this guy."

"Danny, I'm not Aiden." Lindsay said slowly.

"No, I know you're not, I hope that you have more decency then to plant evidence, but Lindsay this case had you slamming phones, just please drop it, and move on. We're all on alert."

"Okay. Danny, Okay." Lindsay surrendered. "You always get this worked up for cases?"

"No only when I can see it's gonna take friends down an ugly path." Lindsay was touched. Never had Danny referred to her as a friend, sure they were friendly, at least they didn't hate each other. Sure, they were friends.

"Alright, Dan, I'll take the file to Stella she can hand it to Mac."

"Atta girl." Danny smiled. "Okay, come grab a beer with me, Flack, Hawkes, and Adam after this too, get this case off your mind a little bit."

"Yea, okay, wait, we're not repeating St. Pat's right?" She had to ask, frankly she was still recovering from that holiday.

"Yea, no that was a once a year thing, tops!"

"Good. I'll be back in a few." She nodded as she collected everything into the folder and set off to find Stella.

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As soon as Lindsay was out of the office, Danny whipped out his cell phone and dialed an all too familiar number. The phone rang once, twice, three times before Aiden picked it up.

"Aiden. It's Danny, He's back."

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"Hey Adam, your first round is on me." Lindsay said patting Adam on the back as they all headed into Sullivan's Bar.

"Linds, I can…" Adam started but Lindsay cut in.

"Nope, consider it an apology for snapping at you earlier. Go grab that booth." Lindsay nodded over to an empty booth, meet you there in a second." Adam conceded with a nod.

"A second Linds, how do you plan on pulling that one off?" Flack asked surveying the bar it was packed it would take at least a few minutes to get to the bar an tap on a few more to get the bartenders attention.

"Yea Flack, Boobs." Lindsay smirked weaving her way to the bar. Flack looked over at Danny. He was chuckling.

"What Don, it's a good argument." He said with a shrug, he moved to join the fight to the bar. Only Lindsay reappeared before they could join the throng. She has four bottles of beer in her hands.

"Told ya." She grinned and handed them their beer and slipped into the booth next to Adam.

"three bucks each, or next round." Lindsay told the guys waving off Adam.

"Why you paying for Adam's but not ours, I'm pretty sure you snapped at me too today Montana." Danny joked. Signaling for two more beers.

"You got yours today."

"Whoa, what's this, Danno you get a little something something from Monroe?"

"Yea, he wishes." Lindsay laughed taking a long swig of her beer.

"Ya know you can keep pretending you don't want me Monroe, cause, how'd it go? You want my cat in your garden."

"Okay this is getting weird." Adam said finishing off his first beer.

"Just a tad." Flack concurred. Glancing between Danny and Lindsay, oh there was something brewing there. And it seemed everyone knew it but the two directly involved.

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