AN I am cheesy and quoting a boyband song in this chapter, don't hurt me it sounded like what would be going through Danny's head. You know if Danny had any idea who BBMak was…which he shouldn't. Anyway…I hope this chapter was worth the wait folks. Let me know. :)
Disclaimer I unfortunately do not own Danny and Flack, if I did believe me I'd have to sensor the stuff I'd be writing. Since they belong to CBS you'll have to make due with what I've written. Mandy is mine, you can't have her, the other characters belong to Anthony Zuiker, I'm just borrowing them and will return them when I'm done.
I'm Not In Love
© Dream 2005
I'm not in love
No not at all
What makes you think you made me fall
I'll slip but no I'm not in love
Danny hadn't slept in days. He had no intention of calling Cindy. She had been a distraction pure and simple. Lindsay was such a refreshing change in his life. It scared him beyond any explanation how much she affected him. He found he wanted to divulge every secret he had ever kept. He wanted her to know him inside and out. Nobody knew him that well, if he let her get that far his biggest fear was that she'd leave him there. He couldn't take that thought, he had to get out.
Lindsay had a restless sleep. She felt so torn. She was always in such control and in a mere few weeks Danny Messer created this world where she had no control. She hated that he affected her at all and it was worse because she was on the verge of thinking she'd lose him and that scared her. Mainly because she didn't want to lose him, she found she craved him and she hated that. She stared into the blackness of her room and sighed, damn him for affecting her.
"You had to go and pick the apartment that's on the very top floor didn't you?" Flack grumbled to Mandy as he hauled the last of her stuff into her new apartment.
She smiled at him from where she was unpacking a box, "Hey I'm not the one who had to prove my manliness by not letting his girlfriend hire a mover."
"Waste of money," Flack said, "I figure my girlfriend would owe me at least a massage for this."
"A massage huh," Mandy smiled, "I think I can work that into my schedule somewhere in between unpacking my kitchen and making my bed."
"I vote for after you've made your bed, so we can mess it up again."
"Which would naturally defeat the purpose of making the bed."
"Yes, but I deem it worthy enough payment for all of the lifting and moving I've done for you today."
Mandy walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, "Have I thanked you for helping me move all by your hot self?"
He smiled down at her and snaked his arms around he waist, "Nope, my hot self is feeling quite unappreciated."
"Well that won't do," She kissed his neck, "Thank you." She whispered into his ear before nipping his ear lobe.
He closed his eyes, "Yeah I'm feeling a bit more appreciated."
"Just a bit?" She made her way toward his mouth slowly then traced his lips with her tongue before kissing him long and hard.
"Damn, you're welcome." He said somewhat breathlessly a few moments later.
She stepped away from him and winked, "To be continued, after we unpack the kitchen and make the bed."
He rolled up his sleeves and raised an eyebrow at her, "Do we get to mess the bed?"
"Only if you're good," She said with a grin.
"Point me to a box, I'm feeling rejuvenated."
"That one by the sink needs to be unpacked to the top shelf." She said, "So I have left it for your tallness."
He laughed, "Oh I get it, you're dating me cause I'm tall."
"Well yeah," She grinned, "then there's the hotness of being a cop and the blue eyes, not to mention the fact that I like the way you mess my sheets."
He shook his finger at her with a shake of his head, "You keep that up woman I'm not unpacking a damn thing."
She grinned evilly and went back to unpacking the box she had been working on, "Did you and Danny manage to get that new couch to Lindsay's the other day?"
"Yeah, he was still elusive about why the other one broke," Flack nodded as he reluctantly went to the kitchen to work, "I find it interesting that they both have to work on the day you're moving in."
"Oh Lindsay will be over later to help me with the detailed unpacking," Mandy said, "Besides I think she needs to talk about something, she's been testy lately. Is there something I should know?"
Flack grimaced, "Nothing that I can think of."
"Fine keep your damn guy code," Mandy said knowing there was something going on, "Just know if that man hurts my sister because he's gotta be all stereotypical male then I'm gonna beat his ass."
"I'd pay money to see that," Flack grinned then got sombre, "He'll come around, he doesn't deal well with change. Especially when his feelings are involved."
"Well then Dr. Phil, I guess we'll just have to see what happens then huh?"
"Yeah Robin, now shut up and unpack, I wanna get to messin' those sheets."
"The fact that you know his wife's name frightens me on a number of levels." Mandy said with a laugh.
If they didn't work in a lab of people trained to recognize body language their tension would have gone unnoticed. Unfortunately for Danny and Lindsay this was not the case. Stella and Mac walked by the AV lab and watched as the two looked through a security tape from one of their cases.
"He's doing it again," Stella observed.
"The closed off don't get too close to me crap," Mac said, "Yeah that's obvious enough."
"You should talk," Stella said with a smile, "However much you want to deny it you and Danny aren't that different."
"I never said we were different," Mac looked at her, "And when did this become about me?"
Stella smiled and wisely dropped the subject, "You gotta give them credit though, they're getting the work done."
Mac nodded, "That they are."
"See, right there." Lindsay pointed, "He drops something into the drink there."
Danny squinted, "It can't be drugs, her tox screen came back negative."
"Well he's got two drinks there maybe she didn't drink that one." She suggested.
"Are you telling me we might have another victim out there somewhere?"
"I'm telling you that he put something in that drink and it's not sugar," Lindsay said, "If our vic didn't drink it then somebody did."
Danny sighed, "This case just keeps getting more complicated," He rubbed his forehead.
"When was the last time you slept or ate?" Lindsay asked him concern etched in her voice.
His head snapped up and he looked at her, "I can't remember." He answered truthfully.
She put her hand on his arm and sighed, "I think we deserve a break let's get something to eat."
He shrugged off her hand and regretted it as soon as he did it, "I have some results in DNA that I need to check."
"Are we ever gonna talk Danny?" Lindsay asked exasperated. Like a vault door she saw him shut down and it drove her nuts, mostly because she cared way more than she wanted to.
"I'll be in DNA." Was all he said as he left the AV lab.
Lindsay sighed. They had hardly established anything in their relationship and all of a sudden he shut down. She knew something was bothering him and she couldn't think of what it was that she'd done. She had made sure not to come on too strong. He was obviously not the heavy commitment type; she could tell that from the moment she'd met him. The thing is she wasn't into jumping into some kind of heavy commitment either; she just wanted to get to know him. Why did he have to make it so difficult?
"Danny why do you have to make everything so damn difficult?"
After he had finished in DNA Danny had made a quick retreat out of the lab and called the one person he felt comfortable enough with, "Thanks Aiden." He mumbled, "You're supposed to encourage me."
"Encourage you?" She scoffed, "At what, being an idiot?"
"This isn't my thing Aid, you know that."
She sighed, "Yes Danny you're all about the quick lay with no strings. It's one of the things I've always admired about you."
"No need to be sarcastic." He was miserable. He liked the way his dating life had been up until this point. He'd always had control and always got out before anyone got too attached. So how could he have let this happen? What was it about Lindsay Monroe that made him want to change?
As though she was reading his mind Aiden shook her head, "Change isn't such a bad thing Messer, being vulnerable isn't the freaky ass thing you make it out to be."
"I can be vulnerable," He said defiantly.
"Tell me one thing that you told this Cindy person or anyone before her that required you to take an emotional risk." Aiden said with a raised eyebrow.
"All right fine, point taken." Danny sighed, "So what do I do?"
"Well for starters you quit talking to me about this and call Lindsay. Then you come clean about Cindy and go from there."
"You make it sound so easy."
"If you didn't care about her this wouldn't be a problem Danny," Aiden said with a smile, "Which makes me want to meet her, I gotta get a look at the woman who is bringing the great player down."
"Shut up," Danny mumbled again, "There's nothing guaranteeing that she's not going to hate my guts after this."
"There's nothing guaranteeing she will either," Aiden countered, "You aren't giving this woman enough credit and if she's already got you to this point I think she deserves at least this much."
Lindsay walked through her apartment and fought the urge to cry. She wasn't going to let this man get her all worked up, not yet. She looked over at her new couch and smiled at the memory…
"You have to be kidding me," Danny laughed and leaned on the counter in her kitchen.
"What is so wrong about never having sex outside of a bedroom" Lindsay asked, she was sitting up on the island between her kitchen and living room.
"Well essentially because it's boring as hell," He said with a smirk at her.
"Just because I'm from Montana doesn't mean I've been rolling around in a lot of hay." Her face grew warm as she watched him walk toward her, "What are you doing?"
"I'm gonna kiss you," He said as he stepped up to her and put a hand on either side of her. "And mentally file away that hay idea."
She licked her lips and just looked at him, "You are?" Was all she could get out, he better damn well come through with that treat.
He leaned in close to her face and kissed her lightly, "Yup," He said against her mouth then ran his hands down her legs and placed them around him, "Now up against a counter is great, but that requires more balance." He kissed her while he said this.
"I've got balance." She whispered.
He chuckled, "We'll get there," He put both hands underneath her and continued explaining what he was doing; "Now I'm going to pick you up."
Her arms were around his neck before she could stop herself, "And then what?" She asked with growing anticipation.
He chuckled and kissed her again, "Then I'm gonna take you into the living room," He kissed her as he manoeuvred his way around the island, "Don't worry," He said in between kissing her and running his hands up her back underneath her shirt, "We'll start slow." He undid her bra with one hand and winked as he dropped them both down onto the couch.
She was fumbling with his belt when she heard the crack. She ignored it and asked, "Slow?" She allowed him to pull her shirt off.
His fingers pulled her bra slowly off of her and he smiled wickedly, "Yeah slow."
She couldn't take it any more slid herself underneath him and brought his face down to hers. Later on there was another loud crack and a bang as the couches legs broke and slammed hard into the floor causing its occupants to roll off barely missing the coffee table.
There was a stunned silence and then Danny said, "So next we'll try the floor." Lindsay was sure her neighbours could hear them laughing and probably wondered what was so damn funny.
She couldn't bring herself to sit on the new couch now, she wasn't sure why.
So what if I just don't want anybody else but you
So what if you're all that I ever really want to do
I know what you're thinking but that doesn't make it true