Author's Note: Yeah, so I was just seized by this rogue muse who demanded that I write some Halloween smut featuring our favorite csi. Who am I to disobey? I actually have another chapter almost ready but it feels like it could be a stand alone as is. If you have some thoughts please share if you have the time.

Spoilers: Takes place after season two, as I STILL haven't seen any of season three. And it's AU after season two.

Disclaimer: Don't own 'em today, but Santa knows how good I've been all year so here's hoping.

Warning: Lots of cussing and explicit sex here at some point. You have been warned. One woman's R is another woman's NC-17 so I'm not sure if this is too beyond the M rating. Let me know.

Danny groaned and tried to move. The pain that laced his veins made him shout in agony. He swore he could feel every single piece of gravel, every portion of the cracked concrete he was sprawled on.

What the hell happened?

Everything was so fuzzy, and his right bicep hurt like a sonofabitch. He allowed himself to come to full consciousness and ever so gingerly tried to both move and remember anything about what fate had befallen him.

As he sat up against a wall he was aware of a hard bulge digging into his hip and realized it must be his cell phone. He swore loudly at each movement he had to make and then threw in a few extra words for good measure.

He hit the dial button twice and grunted at the effort of moving the phone to his ear.

"Hey Danny, what's up?"

"Mon…tana…" god it hurt so much to talk.

"Danny? What's wrong?"

He could hear how worried she was, and the thought gave him a small measure of peace.

"Hurts."

"What? What happened?"

She was beginning to panic, he realized. He could hear how labored her breathing had become and he swore he could hear her fingers tightening around the base of the phone.

"Don't…know."

"Where are you?"

Danny looked around, swearing at the energy being expended. He had no idea where he was.

"Danny?"

"No idea."

That was better; he was up to two-word sentences.

"Where did you go after the club?"

Club? What club?

And suddenly he was hit with a flash. The gang had gone out to celebrate Flack's first day back on the streets. They started out at dinner and ended up at some dance club where Danny had spent more time than he'd admit to watching Lindsay shaking her assets.

"Don't remember."

"Ok, Danny, here's what I want you to do. I want you to stay put, don't move anymore than you have to and I am going to go to the club and see if your car is still there, okay?"

"Mmm," he mumbled, figuring he needed to conserve his strength.

"I'm on my way," Lindsay promised and then she hung up.

Danny let the image of Lindsay dancing drive the pain to a more manageable level. She and Stella had danced with each other while the guys sat at a table nursing their drinks and sharing stories.

More than one guy had tried to pick both Stella and Lindsay up but all either woman had to do was point to the table where Mac, Danny, Flack and Hawkes were seated and one or all of the guys were more than happy to flash their badges and give that guy "hey-we're-cool-for-now-but-don't-mess-it-up" nod and the poor soul would slink back to their friends.

Watching Lindsay move on the floor made Danny wonder how she moved in bed. Of course this was hardly new ground to cover but watching her twist her hips made him wish they had reached a level in their should-be-relationship where he could move up behind her and show her exactly what those hips should be doing.

So as he lay on the ground waiting for help to arrive in one form or another he thought about having sex with Lindsay. It was certainly preferable to focusing on the pain, or trying to make sense out of the flashes of images he had in his brain to explain his current predicament, none of which made any sense to him.

But as he closed his eyes his head began to swim again and all he wanted was for Lindsay to find him. He found himself thinking instead of sex about being in his own bed with Lindsay beside him, in that lull between sleep and wakefulness, and he imagined her sighing softly as she snuggled into him. As he succumbed to his body's pleas for rest his last thought was that he wished Lindsay was there.

Lindsay was panic stricken. As soon as she hung up with Danny she grabbed her keys and was out the door, calling Mac and briefing him as soon as she remembered. He agreed to wait until Lindsay got to the club and determined whether or not Danny's car was there before he called it in as missing and put out a bolo.

She prayed every second of the drive to the club. As soon as she got out she grabbed her flashlight and began to canvass the street, looking for Danny's truck. It felt like hours had passed and she was about to give up and call Mac when she found it.

Now what? Danny could be anywhere, nearby or in the next county. Wait! She could call him and keep hanging up, and hopefully she would hear the phone ring.

She walked to the alley nearest to his car and dialed. She held her breath and released it in a whoosh when she heard the distinct ring tone that Danny had programmed to play when she called him.

The first time she had heard "Rock My World Little Country Girl" come out of his phone had been an accident. She had called him without realizing he was in the next room. At the time she had been annoyed at his choice…now she didn't think she'd ever heard anything so beautiful.

Lindsay pocketed her phone and ran down the alley, following the strains of the song as the phone rang again and again. She was running so fast she passed him at first, going back when the final ring sounded from behind a dumpster.

"Oh thank god!"

She crouched down next to him and searched for his pulse. She heaved a sigh of relief when she felt it beneath her fingers.

"Danny! Danny can you hear me?"

She whipped out her cell phone and frantically dialed the paramedics. Beside her Danny lurched and began to fall, and she cradled him to her chest as she talked to the EMTs. As soon as she hung up she leaned down and began to comfort him, whispering soothing words and endearments that she was barely aware of forming.

In the midst of the darkness Danny suddenly had flashes of comfort. A voice was calling out to him from so far away, assuring him he was safe and something soft was beneath his cheek. It had a soft rhythmic sound emanating from it and he struggled to open his eyes. He softly sighed into it and the rhythmic sound changed, became faster for a long minute.

As he made it to the brink of consciousness he heard sirens and the unmistakable sound of Lindsay's voice. She had her hand on his cheek and she was absently caressing him with her thumb.

He focused on her and felt a completely foreign sensation. It was like he was pulling her energy into himself. Before he could explore it the ambulance arrived and he was pulled away from Lindsay and the sensation faded.

"I'm going to follow them, Danny. I'll be right behind you," she assured him even though she doubted he could hear her.

But he did hear her and as they closed the doors and began to insert the IV into his arm he let himself fall back into the blackness.

Lindsay raced to her car after learning where the ambulance was going and she called Mac as she buckled her seatbelt.

"I found him. I'm on the way to Mercy General now," she announced without preamble when she heard his voice.

"That's great, Lindsay. I'll let you take care of filling out all the reports, getting his statement and whatnot. That'll mean you have to stay at the hospital for a while, though," he warned and Lindsay nodded.

"I have no problem with that."

"Okay. Keep me posted. I'll call the rest of the team and give them a status update."

"Thanks, Mac. I'll call you as soon as I get any news."

Danny woke up confused, disoriented, and in pain. He tried to sit up but he forgot about the IV, wincing when the movement jarred the needle.

Lindsay.

Lindsay had found him, had said she would be there. Where was she? He wondered if she had made it, if she had called Mac, how she had found him. He closed his eyes and thought that he could hear her outside. Closing them tighter he thought that he could just make out the smell of her perfume. That was just crazy, he thought to himself.

There was a soft, hesitant knock and he knew before she opened the door that it was Lindsay. She smiled when he opened his eyes and gave her a small smile.

"Can I come in? The doctor said I could see you for a few minutes."

Danny nodded and frowned as she began to cross the room. He couldn't explain it, but he felt better the closer she got.

"C'mere," he whispered, and she edged herself closer to the bed. He wasn't hallucinating, the closer she got to him the more he could feel the waves of concern coming off of her. It was like she was willing him to get better, and it was working. He could tell that he was going to be fine in no time, and it was all thanks to Lindsay.

He crooked a finger when she stopped moving. She bent down so he could whisper in her ear and he took the opportunity to breathe her in as deep as he could.

"Hug?" he murmured and she pulled up for a moment before giving him a small smile and nodding. She pulled a chair over to the side of the bed and sat down. She laid her head on his chest and wrapped her arms loosely around him, letting out a soft sigh as she relaxed onto him.

The minute Lindsay touched him Danny could feel the pain begin to disseminate from the spot where their bodies met. Danny turned his head into her hair and focused on the waves of comfort he was getting from Lindsay. He reached an arm up, a bit stunned at how much easier it was to move, and twirled a finger in her curls.

How was this happening? Why was it happening? Danny felt his eyelids droop and decided that the answers could wait. He had Lindsay and she was going to make everything better.

When Danny woke up he was once again confused. Blinking against the harsh light of the room he was in he pushed himself up into a sitting position and looked around. It came back to him quickly…he was in a hospital bed.

And he was alone.

Hadn't Lindsay been there with him the night before? Where had she gone? He realized he had fallen asleep with her on his chest, just relishing in the feeling of being close to her.

That might explain it.

No wonder she left. Trust him to sleep with Lindsay without gettin' any of the benefits he would have associated with such an occurrence.

Before he could dwell anymore on the events of the night before the door to his room opened and a doctor came in, reading a chart as he absently closed the door behind him. He looked up and seemed surprised to see Danny awake.

"Ah, Mr. Messer. I wasn't sure if you'd be awake or not," the man said.

"What happened?" Danny asked, unsure if he should trust the hazy images he had of the time before he came to the hospital. The doctor looked back down at the chart before he closed it and addressed Danny.

"Well it appears as though you were attacked last night and possibly dosed with something that allowed your attacker to overpower you."

Danny nodded before he replayed what the doctor had said.

"What do you mean, I was possibly dosed?"

The doctor shrugged.

"Well, we ran a tox screen but nothing came up except alcohol in your system. However, you were pretty out of it last night and since we don't know how long you were out before you were found and brought here…" he broke off and searched his pockets for a moment, coming up with a pen light that he clicked on. He came over and waved the light in Danny's eyes, and then he put on his stethoscope and listened to his breathing.

"So it's possible that I was drugged with something that acted quick and didn't show up on a screen?" Danny asked.

The doctor nodded.

"Yes, and you're lucky it wasn't more serious. You're healing remarkably well, given the state you were in last night. So the drug must have worked its way through your system very quickly indeed."

There was a knock on the door and it opened to reveal Lindsay, who smiled at Danny, who in turn perked up and beamed at her.

She was relieved and happy to see him up. He could tell from the way she smiled and the sound of her breathing, which increased in tempo a bit. He wasn't sure he should be able to tell that but was too happy to see her to delve too much into it. The doctor saw Danny's reaction and chuckled.

"Of course, it could be the bedside manner of your lovely friend here that has caused such a marked improvement in your prognosis," he teased as he gestured Lindsay inside.

"Am I interrupting?" Lindsay asked. The doctor shook his head.

"Not at all, Detective Monroe. I was just telling your friend here that he appears to be healing up quite nicely. I think we should be able to spring him out later this afternoon."

He turned to Danny, who had yet to take his eyes off Lindsay.

"But I want you to have someone stay with you for at least 24 hours, to ensure that there are no unforeseen circumstances, relapses or whatnot, okay?"

Danny nodded and Lindsay spoke up.

"I'm going to be staying with him, doctor."

Danny quirked a brow and smiled but didn't refute the statement. In fact he didn't say anything until the doctor had left.

"So you're stayin' with me, Montana?" he asked and grinned when she blushed.

"Sorry about that. I didn't mean to just—" Lindsay sputtered, obviously flustered.

"Hey, it's fine with me. You just saved me the trouble of askin' ya to do it."

She rolled her eyes but smiled.

"I need to get started on all the paperwork associated with your attack. Feel up to giving me what details you can remember?"

Danny hesitated, for the flashes that went through his mind made no sense. He decided to just stick to what he knew for sure, which wasn't going to be much, and he nodded at Lindsay.

As soon as she had gotten as much information as she could she stood up and put the chair back in the corner of the room.

"I'm going to go grab some stuff and check in at the lab. If I can't be here when you're done with whatever they've got you doing today I'll make sure someone from the team is here to take you home, okay?"

He nodded. She dug in her purse for her keys which she dropped on the floor. She bent straight over to retrieve them and inadvertently gave Danny a clear view down the front of her shirt.

A spark of desire hit him and he could feel his whole body respond. In fact, he could really feel his whole body respond. He felt the blood rush through his veins, he felt the pads of his fingertips itch, and even his teeth…

Wait a minute…his teeth?

He raised his hand to his mouth and was about to feel his teeth when Lindsay's voice broke into his thoughts and he bit his lip.

"Sonofabitch!" he cursed and his desire evaporated as quickly as it had arrived. "I bit my lip!"

Lindsay furrowed her brow.

"You okay, Danny?"

He nodded and she smiled at him before leaving. He could taste the blood in his mouth and it suddenly brought to mind an image he wasn't sure he could believe. He was about to analyze his thoughts when the door opened again to reveal a matronly nurse who began to put him through the rigors of testing required before he could leave and go home to Montana.

He smiled at that. He was going home to Montana.

But unfortunately his absence left the team more short-handed than they could afford to be, and so it was Flack who was able to finagle the time necessary to get over to the hospital to pick Danny up.

Danny pleaded fatigue as soon as they got back to his place and he popped one of the pain pills the hospital had hooked him up with and went to bed, leaving Flack to set up in the living room. He lay in bed staring at the ceiling, disappointed that he wouldn't get to see Lindsay until later, maybe not even until the next day.

As soon as Danny fell into a fitful slumber he began to have a nightmare. He was walking to his truck after the club, thinking about Lindsay and cursing himself ten kinds of a fool for not making a move on her.

He heard a noise that sounded like glass breaking and then a shout that was cut off mid-sound. He grabbed his flashlight out of his truck and ran to the alley. The batteries were low so the light didn't permeate as much as it should have, so he could only see hazy shapes.

There appeared to be one shape on the ground, motionless, and a couple of shapes moving around it.

"Hey!" he yelled, hoping to scare whoever it was away. All the shapes went motionless for a moment before there was a low growl and suddenly the shapes swooped at Danny, moving faster than he could believe. The flashlight was knocked out of his hand and for a moment there was only darkness.

Then he was fighting, and they were playing dirty because he was being clawed and bitten. There was a moment when something incredibly sharp pierced his bicep and he howled in pain and rage, striking out but to no avail. He was weakening, and they seemed to sense it for they suddenly began to concentrate their movements so that he was nearly unconscious before a series of punctures broke his skin and he felt a pain unlike any he'd known.

They stopped abruptly and Danny felt something drip onto his face and past his lips. It tasted like blood, which shouldn't have surprised him but did. He struggled to hold onto consciousness when he heard a male's voice.

"Why not just kill him?"

He was surprised when a female, clearly the dominant of the pair, replied.

"You fool! Had you not made so much noise and drawn his attention we would have been able to feed and leave without detection. Now his death must not seem to be anything other than a beating, but we need time to get away and so he must be kept alive until we are safe."

"I don't understand."

"That's because you are still so young, and thus so foolish. We have signed his death warrant. No one will find him until it is too late, and even if he is found he must feed within the next 48 hours or he will die. He will not understand what has happened and will not have a chance to do anything but die."

Danny woke up with a start and gasped, struggling to get enough oxygen into his lungs. He wiped his face and maneuvered himself out of bed and trudged into the bathroom, where he splashed some water on his face and got his breathing under control.

He went to the bedroom door and looked out. Flack was snoring softly from his position on the couch and Danny was glad that his nightmare hadn't disturbed him. At least one of them should be able to sleep undisturbed.

The next morning he felt groggy and irritated, having only caught brief snatches of sleep and he went out to the kitchen and saw Flack, already showered and dressed, finishing a cup of coffee while he read the paper. He nodded in greeting.

"Hey man," Flack said, lowering the paper, "How're you feeling?"

Danny shrugged.

"Better, I suppose. I can't wait to get back to 100 though."

Flack nodded.

"Well I'm gonna grab a shower, then see what I have to eat around here."

"Not much," Flack informed him with a grin.

Danny chuckled and gathered his clothes and towel. As he began to shower he started to feel better and better. It was like that feeling he had when Lindsay was near him at the hospital, he thought. He was just finishing rinsing the conditioner out of his hair when the water went ice cold and he yelped.

Grumbling he shut the water off with a curse and quickly wrapped the towel around his waist, stomping into the kitchen.

"Flack, you idiot! I told you about the water—" he began to speak and stopped short when he saw Lindsay in his kitchen and not Flack. She was holding the coffee pot under the faucet and she put it down when she heard his voice. She turned off the water and whirled around.

"Oh Danny I'm—"

As soon as she saw him all her words deserted her. All she could think about was how close she had come to losing him. She almost woke up today without him alive, and suddenly as she looked at him she couldn't think of a single reason why they were still dancing around their attraction to each other.

Wasn't life too short for them to be afraid that they couldn't handle the consequences of a relationship? And assuming they did break up wasn't it worth the awkwardness they would have to endure to have the memories of the time they were together?

Her eyes traveled down his body, watching the water form trails that disappeared into the towel at his waist. All she wanted was to lick one of those water droplets and spend the next week or so in bed, learning everything there was to learn when one had Danny Messer as their lover.

Danny was avoiding her gaze and he stumbled to come up with an explanation.

"I'm sorry, Montana. I thought you were Flack. You can't have the water in the shower and the water in the kitchen on at the same time because—"

He stopped what he was saying because it hit him that Lindsay was aroused. The force was like a ton of bricks and he whipped his head around as he felt her desire like a physical blow. He could almost hear the rush of blood, hear how her breathing shallowed out, and in the instant he allowed their eyes to meet he could see how her pupils were dilated.

Well thank god, because he had just about had it with going out of his mind over her.

He stalked over and crushed her lips to his, knowing but not caring that in all likelihood he was bruising them with the force of his kiss.

How could he care, when he had just discovered the reason he had been born?

Lindsay quickly recovered from her shock and kissed him back with as much fervor as she could muster.

Soon kissing wasn't enough and he hitched her up around his waist and backed her into the nearest wall. He ground his hips against her center, letting her feel just how much he wanted her.

"Oh, Danny, oh, god," she moaned and her hands sought purchase on his skin. It was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. Everywhere he touched seemed to vibrate with the force of his desire for her. Wherever their skin met she could feel how much he wanted her.

"If you don't want to end up in my bed you got about two seconds to say so and then all bets are off," he warned her in a shaky voice, praying to any deity that would listen that she wanted him to fuck her senseless.

"Bed is good," she whispered with a smile and he tightened his hold on her as he walked out of the kitchen and into his bedroom. He lowered her down and ran his hands down her sides, making her shiver.

"You are way overdressed for the occasion," he informed her and she shrugged.

"You want to help me remedy that or should I take care of it on my own?"

He considered it for a moment.

"I like the idea of you strippin' for me," he told her with a cocky grin, "so long as you don't take up too much of the time I have already set aside for other activities."

He propped himself up on his pillows and settled back to watch her. She pulled her shirt over her head and shimmied out of her pants, leaving her in just her bra and panties. She undid the clasp of her bra and held it to her breasts as she pulled her arms out of the straps.

Then she turned around and dropped it to the floor and put her hands on her hips and wiggled her way out of her panties. When she turned back around Danny's breath caught.

He had entertained so many fantasies of this moment all of them paled in comparison to the reality. He crooked a finger at her.

"Damn, Montana, my imagination did not even come close to doin' you justice."

She climbed on the bed and straddled his hips, blushing at the intensity of Danny's stare as he took her in. He placed his hands on her hips and nudged her forward. She complied and gave herself over to his kiss.

He flipped them over suddenly and she giggled as she bounced on the bed. He smiled at her before kissing her again, weaving his fingers into her hair so he could direct the kiss the way he wanted to.

He began to move his hand downward, stroking all the flesh he came into contact with. He had just reached her breast when her hand stilled his. He lifted his head and gazed at her quizzically.

"I promise we can do slow and steady another time," she said and he grinned at her eagerness, "but right now I just want to feel you inside me."

For a moment they just looked at each other.

"This is going to be fucking fantastic," he finally said with a smile and she nodded.

He entered her slowly, letting her feel every inch of him as he filled her. As soon as he was in as deep as he could go he paused and let her adjust. After a few minutes she looked at him with a huge smile.

"God, if it feels this good now I can't imagine what it's going to feel like when you start moving."

He captured her lips and pulled out slowly and she arched her back and sighed into his mouth. He pushed back in just as slow and she gripped his arms tighter and her breath caught.

He began to pick up the pace and Lindsay whimpered. She locked her legs around his waist and cried out when he was able to go in even further.

He couldn't believe he was here, that he actually inside Lindsay and she was clinging to him, meeting each thrust of his hips with her own, and she was saying his name like a benediction.

It was good, too good, the way she felt around him, and he knew he was going to have to distract himself until he made her come first.

But his mind kept telling him that he needed to be closer to her. Closer, closer, closer coursed through his head like a mantra.

He leaned down to kiss her neck but as soon as his lips touched her skin he felt it again, that teeth thing he had felt in the hospital.

Which served as an excellent distraction, to the point that he almost stopped moving inside of Lindsay. He lifted his head and gingerly raised his tongue and damn him if two of his teeth weren't suddenly fucking sharp as hell.

"Are you okay?" Lindsay asked, having caught both her breath and the weird look on Danny's face.

He looked at her for a moment before he nodded.

"Are you sure? Because you don't look like you are. If you're having second thoughts—" she continued as she started to pull away.

He let her pull back for a moment before he grabbed her hips and thrust back into her, hard. Her head fell back on the pillow as she moaned.

Who cared what messed up dental problems he was having, it didn't compare to getting Montana to make those fucking unbelievable noises. He was the one making her cry out, he was the one who was gettin' her so hot, and he was the one who was gonna make her come all night long.

"No doubts, Montana," he managed to utter before he continued his assault in earnest.

Lindsay tightened her legs around his waist and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him back closer to her.

"Oh god, Danny," she groaned out between breaths, "You feel so good."

He bent his head again and kissed the juncture of her neck and shoulder. She shuddered and arched her head, granting him more access. She needed him closer, but didn't know how that would be possible.

He smiled against her skin but as soon as his teeth touched her flesh he growled and without thinking bit her, hard. His new fangs pierced her with almost no effort.

And in that instant he understood why he had been made.

Blood flowed into his mouth and he couldn't get enough of it, enough of her. He was instantly addicted to her taste and began to suck on her neck in a steady rhythm.

Lindsay screamed and grabbed his head, the pain having unexpectedly triggered her orgasm. Her body spasmed and she felt like she was on fire.

Danny could taste her orgasm in her blood, and the way it pulsed turned him on even more. He moved his hands up, and one wrapped around her shoulders and pressed her tighter while the other cradled her neck.

His release was sudden and violent and he gripped Lindsay even tighter as he lifted his head and shouted her name. As her blood dripped down her neck she felt herself slipping into unconsciousness and welcomed the darkness.

He allowed himself another minute's indulgence before he reluctantly withdrew from her. Going off an instinct he wasn't even going to try to identify he grazed his thumb across one of his fangs, opening the skin and letting his blood flow. He licked Lindsay's wounds clean before smearing his thumb across them.

Just as he had thought, the two puncture marks began to close as soon as his blood came into contact with them.

He shakily rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling.

What the fuck was going on?

He suddenly remembered his nightmare, and realized the truth. It wasn't a nightmare…it was his reality.