DISCLAIMER: You know the drill.

A/N: Ok, I'm thinking the muse may be coming back to me. And all it took was an inkling of a real grown up job, the super gooeyness of valentine's day, catching up on One Tree Hill and a F.R.I.E.N.D.S./How I Met Your Mother marathon during a sick week. That said, you may notice lines/scenes from those shows, they are not mine, but simply work for the story I'm telling.

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: : BUZZ KILL : :

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The night had been frantic. Lindsay and Danny had grabbed a late night hot dog from the rotund old guy with the cart a block from the subway. They were each half way through a hot dog when their phones went off, Danny was needed at a club and Lindsay on a billboard in Times Square.

"Damn that's hot." Danny muttered.

"Minus the dead model in a martini glass." Lindsay laughed.

"Sure." Danny shrugged, but still the thought of his girlfriend, on THAT billboard. In his head it was her, in that blue bikini of hers dancing around. Hot. "On three." He gestured to their hot dogs. "One. Two. Three Go!"

The hot dogs were scarfed down with Lindsay throwing her arms up in victory. "I win!"

Danny smiled as best he could. He chewed as much he could and in one big gulp coughed a laugh. "Did they not feed you in Montana?" Honestly it was like she'd never seen/eaten a hot dog before.

"Oh they did." Lindsay winked. "3 big brothers Dan, if you didn't eat fast, you didn't eat."

She said it with the straightest of faces, Danny felt a little tug, damn he was falling for her. He reached out with one arm and encircling her waist gave her a quick pull towards him, and wrapped her up in a steamy good bye kiss that caught Lindsay completely off guard.

"Wow." Lindsay gasped when they finally parted. Seriously, the concrete should have cracked beneath their feet. "You have a crime scene to get to" She said not knowing where else to go with that/ honestly, they had had some pretty passionate kisses, but usually in the throes of passion, or just leading up to it. This-in the middle of a Manhattan street at midnight-was different. Way different.

Danny waved a cab for her. "And you have fun on your billboard."

"If we get a break, breakfast?"

"Yea." Danny said pulling open the car door for her. "I'll see ya in a few."

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He was sitting in the back of an ambulance that was taking their witness/victim to the hospital to be treated. The girl had a gunshot wound to the head, and yet she was hanging in there. Danny looked across to her boyfriend. Watching as he comforted her. He felt sympathetic to the situation. Then, the thoughts began: What if that had been Lindsay? What if she had been shot on the job? He would damn well be in that cab with her, making sure she made it through. There to hold her hand, to whisper comforting words, to beg her to hold on just a little bit longer, that it would all be okay.

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He watched as the doctor conversed with 'the boyfriend' and felt his gut sink. He didn't know Lindsay's medical history; he didn't even know what her blood type was. Sure it was on file, all NYPD staff had their medical records ready to go with the hospitals. Her uncle and her roommate had to know too, but he was pretty much next in line when it came to her, and if things kept up at the current pace, well he'd soon be surpassing both Uncle Freddie and Jenna on the short list. The longevity of the relationship alone was new to him, being an in case of emergency, wow.

But he was getting ahead of himself. She hadn't even told him she loved him yet, and frankly he had never said it to a woman and really meant it. With her, he was going to mean it. How did that the show she and Jenna watched on Mondays put it? "Normal people (he & Lindsay) usually take longer to say I love you (most definitely), they go through all the usual stages: 1) there is the moment you think you think it (where he knew he was). 2) The moment you think you know it (where he thought he might be). 3) The moment where you know you know it but can't yet say it (He'd be there by Valentine's Day). And finally 4) The moment you know you know it and can't keep it in any longer. (where he knew they were heading). He needed, well really wanted to see her for breakfast, but with the girl going into surgery in the morning and going in and out of coma. He was staying the night. He was stuck in the waiting room. Alone. He hated having to send the text, I'm stuck at so and so hospital. Sorry, I can't do breakfast.

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She showed up at the hospital early the next morning around 6am. Stella had allowed them some time to rest before digging into the case. She showed up with some phenomenal coffee, and some muffins. They sat outside the girl's room watching 'her boyfriend' sit over her. Stroking her hair whispering, doting.

He glanced over at Lindsay. He wanted to ask the question that had been bugging him all night, but should he? "Linds….."

"Yea Dan?" She said after taking a long sip of coffee. "What is it?"

He couldn't say it right away. He was ready to just shrug it off and say its nothing but one glance back at that girl he got his nerve back. "What blood type are ya?"

Lindsay let out a snort of laughter, coffee nearly coming out her nose. She had expected something so much…well not that. His entire disposition since she got there, it was random. "Where did that come from Danny?"

"He doesn't know," Danny nodded towards the kid kissing their victims hand, "I don't know yours, it just seems that…well, with our line of work, with where this relationship is…" he said gesturing between the two of them, "It just seems, like something to know."

"Yea, I guess it is. Well, I'm A+." she responded light heartedly, taking another sip of coffee.

"And allergies?"

"None known to date. You?"

"O-, just penicillin."

"Good to know." Lindsay smiled coyly. It was good to know, she was with him in that aspect. Especially with what happened in May landing him in the hospital. And frankly, danger seemed to follow Danny, or he had a knack for finding it.

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Danny looked upset about something. Lindsay noticed this across the lab through the glass walls watching him work on finding the "boyfriend" the not so boyfriend. He was her boyfriend. A smile lit Lindsay's face. She could not imagine life without him. Well she could, really to correct that she could not imagine New York without him. And New York was life. She had been catatonic in Montana; she came alive when she moved out here. Unfortunately, at first, he was a part of that, now just ahhhh.

"Hey smiley." Stella grinned knowingly. She came to stand next to Lindsay and looked in the same direction. Her gaze landing on Danny. "Do I want to know where your mind is right now?"

"It's semi-work appropriate." Lindsay giggled. Truthfully it was nothing dirty. Mac then walked by. "Well among coworker-girlfriends."

"He's so dreamy, I'm so glad he's my boyfriend," Stella teased in her gooiest voice possible.

Lindsay laughed "That's a little middle school, I have my first boyfriend and I'm gonna gloat."

"Your point?"

"Haha." Lindsay sniggered. "What's up?"

"The boyfriend, wasn't the boyfriend, he was an accomplice in the robbery." Stella summed up. She heard from Mac that Danny took it pretty personally when he found out he'd been duped.

"He played his part well." Lindsay said watching Danny, yea he did look pretty pissed off, very determined.

"Guess you're getting to him." Stella said patting Lindsay's shoulder.

Lindsay looked confused. Her brows creased, her nose squinched. "What?"

"Let's face it; the guy has a soft spot now, and there is no doubt in anybody's mind that you're the reason behind it." She noticed the look on Lindsay's face change. Stella had to reassure her. Danny had been changing for the better ever since Aiden was fired, and it was because Lindsay filled that spot, because she was there to challenge him. "That's a good thing Linds."

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"What's with the oven mitt?" Lindsay asked when Danny came jogging into the lab around 3 pm. He was excited, he had a break in their case.

"What? She doesn't know about your baking skills either." Mac teased.

Lindsay laughed. Mac didn't care if they had a relationship outside of work. He knew they did, he may as well as join in on the occasional ribbing as well. Seems everyone else did. "No I don't know of his baking skills."

"You doubting me Montana?" Danny asked in mock hurt.

"No I know you can cook, Italian, bbq, omelets. Bake, maybe some very special brownies from high school and college." Lindsay trailed off.

"Uh huh." Danny nodded eyeing her up. A plan was forming.

Flack poked his head in. "Danno, quit the flirting and get your ass in gear: warrant's in." Danny gave Lindsay a look that had her in a fit of giggles.

"I'll call you later." Danny assured her.

She nodded. "Go get your boyfriend."

"Wrong on so many levels."

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Lindsay entered her apartment tired, the place smelt of cake. "Jen what you baking?" She asked shrugging off her coat and depositing it on the chair by the door.

"I'm not." Jenna responded with a playful laugh.

Lindsay eyed her up. Why would she be laughing, and "Why does the apartment smell like cake then?" Jenna simply shrugged and went back to her movie. Lindsay shook her head, she was done for the day. It had been long. From a long shift to inhaling a hot dog to being called into work getting only 3 hours of sleep before bringing breakfast to Danny, to working a full day not ending until 10 pm. She needed comfy pjs, and honestly, now that she thought about it, some cake.

Lindsay yawned on her way to her room; the cake smell was getting stronger. She was about to turn into her room when her eyes caught movement in the kitchen. "Ben?" she asked poking her head in. Jenna's boyfriend made the most sense. Why would anyone else be in their apartment.

"Nope." Danny grinned turning from the oven and a warm chocolate cake inside cooling on a rack.

"Danny?" Lindsay laughed. She had not expected that. Sure they hadn't been able to spend much time together in a few days thanks to a hectic weekend in the murder department, but after a busy Thursday/Friday/Saturday. They both needed some serious downtime. "What are you doing here?" She asked coming into the room and hugging him firmly.

"Guess you're glad I'm here." He chuckled squeezing her tight. "And, well you doubted my baking skills, can't have that now can we?"

"Oh, I needed cake too." Lindsay moaned causing Danny to laugh. He looked into her big brown eyes full of lust-for cake. He bent down closing the distance between them and in greeting and content softly kissed her.

"Go get comfy, cake should be ready in a few."

"My Danny Crocker." Lindsay jokingly swooned.

Danny chuckled, grabbed her hand and pulled her back to him squeezing her tight in his embrace. He leant and whispered in her ear teasingly "Be nice or you might not get any."

"Cake or sex?" Lindsay whispered back, her hand moving to rub him through his jeans.

"Both." He gritted.

Lindsay laughed. "Yea," She said stopping her ministrations on his package, smacked his ass and gave it a nice squeeze. "You try that."

Danny turned her and giving her bum a little swat towards her room. "Get going wise ass."

"Yes SIR." Danny laughed. The sir was not lost on him. It was one of the first things he ever said to her, one she would never let him forget. One he never wanted to forget.

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A/N 2: Is anyone else craving cake? =) Thanks to all my readers, love you, hope you enjoyed this chapter.