DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING AT ALL
A/N: Have I said sorry enough, cause really I am, and Thank you to all my readers for putting up with my flakey absences. Hope you enjoy. I will try to be better, new years resolution!
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: : Down the Rabbit Hole : :
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There was a jingle of keys in the door. Lindsay was the only one home, so she was surprised when it wasn't Jenna that walked through the door, but her boyfriend Ben. "Ben." Lindsay covered her chewing mouth and pushing herself up from the couch and the cross legged position she was in to hug her friend. "Welcome back."
"Thanks Linds." Ben smiled giving Lindsay a squeeze, he had been taking several business meetings a year traveling to Italy, he'd just gotten back from his 4th trip this year. "Is Jen here?"
"Oh, um, no, she's at work for another hour."
"Good."
"Good?" Lindsay eyed him up "What's up Ben?" Lindsay asked settling back down on the couch.
"I need to talk to you about something."
"Need to talk to the roommate huh, must be something big."
"It is." Ben said pausing "I was thinking about asking her to marry me." He said shyly.
"Oh that's so great!" Lindsay jumped up and hugged him again enthusiastically. This was good, real good.
Ben laughed. "So you think she'll say yes?"
"More likely than not. When were you thinking of doing it?" Lindsay asked.
"Well…I was thinking in about 62 days."
Lindsay looked at him quizzically "62 days?"
"Christmas, Lindsay."
"It's really only 62 days away."
"Yea, don't make me nervous." Ben chuckled.
"So you want me to what? Start working the 'do you think you'll marry Ben' angle. Get her seriously thinking about it."
"Yea, just, not too much too often, and please not in December."
"So cut off all marriage ideas at Thanksgiving."
"There ya go." He gave her a little shove in the shoulder.
"So you going to wait around for Jenna, she should be home in about half an hour. Got an awesomely bad movie lined up."
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The door banged closed with a sqee of excitement. "Ben, you're home 2 days early!"
Lindsay laughed coming into the room. She was fastening an earring. "Someone is excited."
"Yea what if Danny was gone for a few weeks, then we'll see."
"Won't happen, that man does not leave New York if he can help it."
"Fine, but no judging."
"I'm not," Lindsay laughed, "I'll let you two have the apartment to yourselves." She gave a knowing smirk and wink.
"Where you going?"
"I'm meeting Danny and some of his friends."
"Work friends?"
"Actually, no, outside friends." Lindsay said pulling her hair out of her jacket.
Jenna let out a low whistle. "Big step."
"Oh shut it." Lindsay laughed, then left.
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Lindsay entered the dimly lit bar. It took her eyes a minute to refocus, but when they did she did not need to look hard or far. Danny was in front of her.
"Lindsay" He warmly smiled at her "We're over here." He said lacing his fingers with hers and giving her hand a little tug.
"Hey." Lindsay said standing still at the spot.
Danny turned, concerned "Yea Babe?"
"You forget something Pal?" She said in her best would be angry voice. He looked confused for a quarter minute before Lindsay took pity on him and grabbing the collar of his t-shirt, and pulled him down to her, fusing their lips together for a few seconds, then pulled away, leaving Danny wanting more.
"You're seriously going to try and kill me tonight." Danny said in a husky voice, Lindsay gave a smirk and a little shoulder shrug. Danny gave a chuckle, "A'right babe, we're over here."
They came to a table with 2 guys, a woman, and 3 empty spots. "Ey' Linds, this is my buddy Paul, his fiancé Rebecca, then Joe, and you know Flack." Danny said as Flack took one of the empty seats.
"Ah Flack is here too." Lindsay laughed.
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The night progressed as most nights in bars do, Lindsay and Rebecca came back from the dance floor, they just had to get up and dance when Low came on. Danny and Paul sat it out watching as their girls shook off any unwanted dude that tried to cut in. "She's a good one Danno." Paul said smacking his friend on the back.
"Yea she's one of a kind." Danny said taking a sip of his drink, watching as Lindsay got low low low. Her eyes catching his, with a little wink, yea, they'd be getting out of here soon.
Lindsay collapsed into the seat and nearly on top of Danny when she made it back, "God, and I thought Jenna had me conditioned, Rebecca can dance." Danny chuckled, yea it was a well known fact that the girl loved to dance.
"Yea she's got him in dance classes." Danny nodded over to his friend and his fiancé.
"You want to join em?" Lindsay teased. She knew Danny would never go for it, plus, the man already knew how to dance, very well actually.
"Don't like the way I dance Montana?"
"Oh, no I like it just fine." She whispered into his ear. Her hand running up his thigh and squeezing.
"Damn Linds." Danny moaned.
"Ugh!" Flack groaned when he made it back to the table. "We leave for 5 minutes Joey, and it's turned into the married folks make out booth."
Joey gave an agreeing nod to Flack "Don, you know there were a few foxy ladies at the bar that look a little lonely. Lindsay chuckled into Danny's ear before she nibbled then whispered "That reminds me, if I bring up marriage around Jenna don't freak out on me, please."
"Why's that?" Danny asked looking at her and pushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
"Ben asked me to." She shrugged.
"Oh so he's….."
Lindsay smiled, trying to look sly and failing. "Maybe."
"You are a horrible liar you know that?" Danny smirked, pulling her in for another kiss. "What do you say we get out of here?"
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Hands roamed in the cab ride back. Things heated up in the elevator on the way to his floor, their lips did not unlock down the hallway, though many a wall had been crashed into, it took 5 minutes to get to the door ten seconds away. Lindsay leaned against his door frame panting, trying to catch her breath and her composure as much she could as he unlocked the door.
It swung open a second later, Danny held it open to allow Lindsay in first, but was caught off guard by what he saw. Had they really undone all the buttons to her shirt on the way to his door? Lindsay's hair was already heavily tousled, lips swollen, boobs nearly falling out of a lacy black bra, eyes heavily lidded and staring him down wantonly. She looked up at him from under her lashes and whispered "Prendimi ora."
"Fuck." Danny groaned, what could be hotter than your girlfriend asking, well telling you to do her now in Italian. "Babe."
Lindsay giggled flirtatiously, her nimble fingers slipping into the waist of his jeans and tugging him into the apartment and towards his bedroom. A trail of clothing led its way from the front door to his bed where they fell in a heap of naked limbs to the bed.
They were nearing the throws of passion when Lindsay's phone let a shrill ring. "Fuck!" Lindsay groaned.
"Don't answer it Linds." Danny sighed.
"I'm on call." She used her hips and was on top of Danny straddling his hips. She reached over and read the text message. "Damnit." She sighed throwing the phone and dropping her head to Danny's chest.
She was about to get off Danny and start getting ready when in one quick moment Danny had her pinned under him, her hands restrained over her head. "Danny." She protested. "I have to get go-"
He silenced her with a long very French kiss, he only moved back when he felt her restraint loosen. "Can't have you going to work pissed off."
"Oh, we have to be quick." Lindsay conceded.
Danny looked flabbergasted, "You think after all this time, I don't know what you like."
Lindsay giggled, but that giggle quickly turned into a lusty moan as Danny went to work doing just what she liked.
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Danny watched as Lindsay quickly got herself together for work. "Do you have to go all the way to Queens for your kit, or are they bringing one for you?" Danny asked it dawning on him that he hadn't seen Lindsay's kit, and his was still at the lab, knowing he had a normal start tomorrow.
"Nah, I got one here." Lindsay smirked.
"Wait what? How do you have one here?"
Lindsay chuckled, and pulled out of the bottom of his closet her case. "When'd you leave that here?"
She walked over and kissed him soundly, "the other day when we made plans for tonight, figured I'd need it."
"Things are getting serious, you leaving your field forensics kit here and everything." Danny said, his voice laced with humor.
"Yea, I guess they are." Lindsay responded coolly, "Doesn't scare you does it?" she asked eying him up softly. She knew his reputation, his girlfriends never lasted that long and here they were nearing 6 months in.
"With you Montana." He said with his trademark Messer grin, "Never."
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"Why would you stand up the woman you want to spend the rest of your life with." Yea, maybe he would be spending the rest of his life with Montana, even if she did stand him up, once. She was the real deal.
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