Disclaimer: Don't own any of it, just my imagination, and a computer.

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"Why is it that you get the gun and I get the dress?" Danny asked with the now all too familiar teasing twinkle in his eye.

"Oh, I just want to see if you're any good with it." Lindsay replied from where she stood analyzing the gun.

"And why's that?"

"Just want to see if you can work it." Lindsay smiled.

Danny gave a little nod, his gaze turning devilish. "You gonna dress up for me sweet heart?"

"You gonna give me a reason to dress up for ya sweet heart." She responded with the same teasing tone he had just used on her.

His mind went straight to the night a case pulled her from the opera. The blue dress, the heels, her legs, the glance down the top. Oh he could take her out on a real date, it had been awhile since they'd done that. Recently it was work, one of their places, dinner a movie/tv, and sex. It was comfortable, but not too comfortable it's not like they were farting in front of each other or anything. He should take her out. Really take her out, again. "We're coming up on 6 months together aren't we?"

"Yea, I believe so." Lindsay said thinking about it, she came back from Montana in mid April, they slept together mid May, and now it was early November. "Almost 7 if you start in Bozeman."

"Well then, dinner, next week. Gotta take my girl out."

"You actually initiating an anniversary dinner?" Lindsay asked a little flabbergasted. He avoided anniversaries with when he dated Cindy. Actually he dreaded them, would work a triple shift to miss dinner, and yet here he was bringing it up.

Danny shrugged, "Guess I am."

"Guess I'm going to have to find a dress that blows the one from the opera out of the water."

Danny eyed her up, picturing the dress on her "Hmmm, from what I remember, that's a tall order."

"Really."

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"What else do I not know about you Montana?" Danny grinned a half smile. He dropped the bullet into the evidence bag she held. She went all MacGyver on him. She made a sling shot out of items found in a first aid kit. AND she was a damn good shot with the thing. She was still surprising him. He had known she was a bit of a tom boy, what with 3 older brothers.

Lindsay looked over and squinting to keep the sun out of her eyes grinned right back at him. "Oh Babe, you've barely scratched the surface."

"Keeping secrets." He groaned pushing himself back up then he reached out and offered a hand to help her up,

"Not at all, just taking advice from dear old Grams."

"Grams, and what's that?"

"A girl's greatest weapon is her mystique."

Danny looked around the crime scene, "Mystique, huh. Okay, well then sex in public spaces? Thoughts?"

"He won't buy the cow if the milk is free."

"Okay, forget Grammy Monroe, what does Montana think about it?"

"Well you already know it's illegal to have sex in any position other than missionary in the State of Montana."

"Linds." Danny said. His eyes crinkling with his smile. She was trying to keep her mystique alive. Well, he was going to find out. "You're avoiding the question."

"And what question in that?"

She had been putting up resistance all day. It had been playful, but still she was going to start playing hard to get now? Really? "Most outrageous place to have had sex"

She giggled "Haven't we been over this?"

"Other than my pool table….with no blinds, and the lights on, so I'm pretty sure the neighbors saw."

"What!" she shouted, that caught her off guard, she had never thought about the fact that he hadn't had blinds. And they had gone at it in that room many, many times since, lights on, windows wide open. She gave a little shrug, who cares, she had in her opinion an awesome body, and Danny confirmed that—a lot. "High school softball dug out sophomore year of college." There was a prominent pause, a smile playing at her lips as she reminisced over the memory. Then curiosity getting the better of her she asked "You?"

Danny smirked a sly smile. He was keeping his mouth shut, Oh he could be mysterious too. "You're not gonna tell me." Lindsay chuckled, "Is it sad, do you not want to reveal it, ohh did you get caught?" she rambled off her possible theories on the short walk to the car.

"Not too far off actually." Danny laughed. "My brother's car, parked, in her driveway. Her Dad did catch us. I haven't been back to that part of town since."

"Bet the skid marks are still on that drive." Lindsay cried. Dear lord, she could just picture it. Steamed up windows, girl on top, then Dad comes along and knocks on the window. She jumps out of the car and runs away as fast as she can in mortification, and he. Well half dressed he throws the car into reverse the door still open and floors it out of the drive and down the street.

"Quite possibly." Danny smirked, pulling the car door open for her. "Like I said, I haven't been to that part of town in about 15 years."

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A few days later Lindsay was sitting in her room putting the finishing touches on her look for the night. It was the first anniversary dinner she and Danny were actually 'celebrating.' Jenna came in and plopped down on Lindsay's bed. "Linds I love that color on you!"

Lindsay was sitting at her desk/vanity putting the finishing touches on her face and touching up her hair. Danny was taking her out tonight, like really taking her out and she had gone all out. She wore a plum cocktail dress that displayed all of her best features and yes the color was awesome. "Thanks."

"So will Danny." Jenna waggled her eyebrows in her roommates direction and gave her a little nudge.

"Love might be a little strong." Lindsay laughed swatting at her friend. Frankly, yea love was strong. Even if she was starting to feel the emotion, she was pushing it to the back of her mind. Danny Messer was not one to fall in love. And yea he had been surprising her since well since after her first week, but still.

Jenna looked at her curiously. "You haven't said it yet?"

"I'm not about to drop the 'L bomb' before he does." Lindsay said deftly. And she wasn't. Well she would, if she had to, and that would be the absolute desperate Hail Mary pass.

Jenna looked at her questionally. Lindsay was never great with emotion, she either held out too long, or let it all go way to early. With Danny, she seemed to be right on cue, but…."But it's Danny Messer, has he ever said it to anyone other than his mother?"

"Actually I don't think so." Lindsay thought aloud. "Can you zip me up?"

"So what if he never says it?" Jenna asked, she always had to ask the hard questions. "and done."

"Then he'll never hear it." Lindsay shrugged before twirling around for Jenna to see.

"Wow. And not just for the dress, but when did you turn into this uber self confident person?"

"Thank you. And I'm not, but like you said, it's Danny Messer. After all I put him through with standing him up, and then shutting him out, he stuck around. And for some reason, I don't have to hear him say I love you. He does it just being him, even if he doesn't know he's doing it."

"So you think he'll realize it, ever."

"I think he's already starting to." Lindsay smiled, and it was true. Lately just the way he was looking at her, she felt it. But then again how much can you tell from a look. Lindsay, however, was staying positive. She just knew.

"and you do….. L word him?"

Lindsay blushed slightly and nodded. "I'm starting to think so."

This was the first time she was voicing that emotion, and it was a little nerve racking, but she trusted Jenna, she was about to add more when there was a knock at the door. Danny.

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Her dress went beyond his expectations, and dinner went way beyond hers. He couldn't keep his eyes off her, or his hands. He had taken her to a posh uptown restaurant and in the lull after dinner and before dessert he pulled her to the dance floor. "Just so he had a reason to run his hands over her."

After a decadent dessert they walked back in the brisk November night, their arms wrapped around one another for warmth. He let her into his apartment with a gentlemanly air. His mama had taught him right. But being civil, proper all night, only being able to run her bare foot up his leg under the table during dinner, only being able to tickle his neck as they danced, she was ready to be a little more tactile, a little more animalistic.

He turned from locking the door and found Lindsay staring at him, leaning against the arm of his couch. A seductive smile drawing him in. "Miss Monroe."

Lindsay bit her bottom lip and smiled a little more flirtatiously. "Mr. Messer." Lindsay reached out and tugged Danny's tie, pulling him to her. She planted a long hard kiss to his lip, and began to push him towards his bedroom.

Their hands groped each other on the way down the hall. One of the slim straps to Lindsay's dress was slid off the shoulder as Danny kissed her collarbone. The back of his knees hit the bed and he was sitting. Lindsay loosened the tie and set it to the side. She undid the buttons and helped Danny shrug shirt off. Lindsay gave him a slight shove so he lay back. Gracefully she climbed on top of him and tethered his hands to the head board with the necktie. Slowly she kissed her way down his torso, and just as she got to his pelvis, she moved back up to his ears and neck. She was tantalizing him and he was straining to touch her.

"Fucking God Linds, please…..already." He groaned tugging at the necktie that bound his hands. He wanted to get his hands on her, pull that dress off and just go.

She smirked and moved back up to his ear. "Tell me why you want me so bad." She husked into his ear before kissing her way down his torso once more.

"Where do I even start?" He panted. "You are fucking perfect."

"How perfect." She purred from her spot near his naval.

"The best, ever." Now that would do slowly Lindsay moved past his pelvis and carefully began to undo his belt, and push his pants off. Danny still strained against the tie. "Fuck, Linds untie me."

"Why?"

"So I can get my hands on you." He growled.

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