Ch. 1 A Page Turned

A/N: It's here, the sequel to 'My Happy Ending'. If you haven't read that one yet, you might want to do that or at least familiarize yourself with the specifics of that one or parts of this might not make that much sense to you. I hope you guys enjoy this and please review if you're so inclined! Just fair warning right now that I'm not sure how frequent updates will be. I start back to school on the 15th (Yes, tax day…blech!) so we'll see how the semester treats me. On top of that, I also have three small children and writing is my hobby, not my job. So, please be patient and I'll do my best to put out good material as often as I can! *hugs all the great R&Rs*

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI: NY or any of its central plots and characters. If I did, you would know! I'm not making any money off of this, nor do I intend any copyright infringement.

Danny approached Lindsay front door, his mind working overtime with a hundred thoughts. An entire fucking month; that's how long Lindsay had been in Boston with her friend, and now she was back home. When she called him, informing him of her return, he couldn't wait to get out of the lab. Unfortunately his shift wasn't over for another hour, and he had to get a move on the second the clock struck five if he wanted to get everything together for the impromptu trip down memory lane he had decided to take Lindsay on after their phone conversation.

"Messer," his usual laconic greeting traveled to her ears.

"Hey, it's me," she replied happily, the inviting sound of his voice instantly chasing away the weariness that had followed her back from Boston, reminding her of the fun she had had with Penny and Jacob, as well as of the fact that she needed a vacation to recover from her vacation.

"You sound tired."

"A little," she down played her weariness in typical Lindsay fashion. "We had so much fun last night and I didn't get to bed until really late and then got up pretty early to top it off."

"How late is really late, exactly?" Danny asked wanting to make certain that, if she had a serious sleep deficit, he wasn't going to suggest they do something that would key her up too much so that she couldn't sleep later.

"It was around four o'clock when Penny and I finally threw in the towel and called it a night. Jacob couldn't keep up with us and turned in around one," she recalled fondly.

Danny chuckled at the happiness that radiated straight through the phone from her before continuing, "And what time is pretty early?"

"Eight."

"No wonder you're tired then! Every time I've talked to you while you were away, you two had jam packed days, and then on the heels of a final hurrah you pack up and drive three-and-a-half hours to get back to town. You need to rest up unless you want Mac and Stella questioning if you should take a couple extra days to recuperate from everything."

"Dan, I'm fine. I just need a few hours tonight and I'll be up to par for my shift on Sunday. Are you going to come over and see me tonight?"

"Do you want me to? I don't want to wear you out too much or anything," he replied cheekily. Sure they weren't yet at that place in their relationship again, but they were getting there. The night of their reconciliation, first base was as far as he'd gotten with her. They had talked a lot that night, until the sun rose the next morning to be exact and he told her that he understood her desire to proceed with caution and not rush into anything. He respected that after all the kissing, talking, and reconnecting she still felt the need to take a step back and make sure that this is what she really wanted and not that she was doing this due to an overflow of emotions between them. While he was glad she still felt like she could tell him all this, after everything he had put her through, he wished she hadn't felt such a need to step back all the way to Boston for an entire month to be sure.

"Uh huh, I'm sure wearing me out is the furthest thing from your mind right now," she quipped back just as cheekily.

"I just want to be sure that when I do wear you out, Montana, you aren't already too tired to properly enjoy it."

"Well, I don't feel up to going club hopping until closing time, but I would really like to see you. I've missed you this month."

"I've missed you too Linds," he replied having been caught off guard by her honest admission.

"So you're coming over?"

"I'll be over after shift. We'll do something low key that doesn't require getting all dressed up. How does that sound?"

"What low key activity are we going to be doing, exactly," her curiosity had been piqued.

"It's a surprise. Just wear a pair of jeans or something and a pretty top. You might want to bring a sweater too…just in case."

"Alright, I'll see you in a couple hours then."

"I'll see you soon Montana. Bye!"

"I'll be waiting. Bye Danny!"

It took only a moment after he knocked, for her to open the door. When she did, Danny swore that his heart stopped; she was so incredibly beautiful. He hoped to God that he would not only ever get used to the feelings her mere presence generated within him, but he also hoped that he would have her for the rest of their lives. That would be perfect.

"Hi," she greeted sweetly as she stepped aside to let him in.

"Hey. You look really nice," he said taking in her appearance in the dark wash trouser cut jeans, orchid purple embroidered tee and a pair of black wedge slingback sandals.

"Thanks. You don't look too bad yourself," she commented not bothering to hide the appreciative once over she gave him, lingering on the way his pecks and biceps looked in that green shirt of his.

"You think I'm hot," he stated with a smirk.

"What can I say? You're fun to look at Detective Hot Stuff," she whispered as she invaded his personal space and rested her small hands on either side of his waist.

Danny cupped the smooth skin of her cheeks in his hands as he lowered his lips to hers for a long overdue kiss that was anything but chaste. After a couple minutes, when Danny was certain she had been thoroughly kissed and the need for air crucial, he gently sucked on her lips before he reluctantly pulled away.

"Wow."

"Welcome home sweetheart."

"So this is why you had me get dressed, so we could make out in my living room," she laughed.

"No, I do have actual plans for us, making out was just a surprise detour," he grinned down at her. "Are you ready to go shorty?"

"Lead the way," she grabbed her purse and jean jacket off the rack by the door and followed him into the hall. "By the way, I'm not short, I'm fun sized."

Danny chuckled and led her to the elevator with a hand protectively on the small of her back.