AN If anyone has heard the song of the same name by Sean Paul it's where the inspiration started. ;) I honestly don't know why I keep writing DL but I can't help it folks the inspiration is there...lol So enjoy.
Temperature
© Dream 2006
He was infuriating.
The man should come with a warning and possibly a soundtrack of raw rhythmic music. Oh damn he probably had some killer rhythm. It was impossible not to lick lips at the thought. She really shouldn't have that thought. It was wrong and altogether so enticing she could hardly take it. She'd watch him whenever she got a chance to, enthralled with the way he moved, stood, sat, hell everything he did was such a turn on she was sure one day she would embarrass herself. She was also sure she blushed like a friggin' high school girl with a crush every time he turned those damn blue eyes in her direction. Don't even get her started on that smirk, it drove her insane. He just exuded this confidence that made her want him to take control of her for hours at a time. She was never so carnal in her thoughts. Ever. No one man in her past had ever warmed her blood just by being in the same room.
Bastard.
"Hey Linds are you coming tonight?" Hawkes asked as the two processed evidence for a case they had been working for almost a week.
Not even looking up from the fingerprint she was lifting she said, "Hmm? What's happening tonight?"
"Well anyone who's anyone in the lab is gonna be at Sullivan's for drinks." Hawkes said.
"Anyone who's anyone huh?" She chuckled and looked up at him, "Are we in high school?"
"Only if you wear a cheerleader outfit with pompoms," Hawkes said with a waggle of his eyebrows.
"Montana as a cheerleader," Danny leaned against the frame of the door and licked his lips, "I like it." He smirked at her.
She had to gulp back the groan that almost escaped her lips before she turned and raised an eyebrow at him, "Keep me out of your fantasies Messer."
He shook his head and clicked his tongue, "I try, can't seem to control my subconscious."
Hawkes laughed, "If you guys get pornographic I'm leaving."
Danny grinned and winked at Lindsay then turned his attention to Hawkes, "Leaving? To what get popcorn?" He turned to leave, "You know you'd be taking notes."
Lindsay closed her eyes and licked her lips. Danny Messer should be illegal.
"So," Hawkes chuckled, "Does that mean you'll be there?"
Her eyes flew open, "Uh, yeah, sure."
"Good," He went back to work with a smirk, there went another one, like the pied piper, that was Danny.
That's how Lindsay Monroe ended up at chair at the end of a bar drink in hand considering voyeurism as a past time, only if it included watching Danny Messer in his natural habitat. He stood at the other end of the bar a beer in hand three women in front of him all clamouring for his attention all staring enraptured when he'd speak. For his part he looked like he was in his element giving each of them just enough attention to ensure that they'd stay.
She should be repulsed, her upbringing screamed at her to be disdainful of him. But she couldn't, all she could do was fantasize about being one of those women, hell even better, being the only one. She shook her head and tried to tear her eyes away from him and looked down at her drink.
"You know most of us wish we were him." A voice said in her ear.
She spun to face the speaker, "You should talk," She eyed one of the part time medical examiners, "I've heard about you too Marty." It didn't even occur to her that she hadn't denied what she'd been doing.
He smiled at her and sat next to her without invite and motioned for the bartender to top up her drink, "You just have to know how to divert his attention."
"What makes you think I want to do that?"
He smirked, "Hunny anyone watching you a minute ago would be certain of it," He leaned in near her ear, "And they wouldn't have to be CSI either."
She blushed, "I'm just being an idiot."
"Nah," Marty took a swig of his beer and glanced over at Danny, "He's every woman's dream wrapped up in a well worked on package, hence the wishing to be him."
Finally looking at him she raised an eyebrow, "You're telling me that you couldn't have a half dozen groupies in a handful of seconds?"
"Oh I get play," Marty laughed, "I never said I didn't, but Danny, he just has this thing, it's like a damn radar."
"I don't get it though," Lindsay indicated where Danny was, "They have to know that he'll most likely not even remember them tomorrow and if one of them does go home with him, he certainly won't call."
"That's part of the draw, each of those women are vying for his undivided attention, hoping he'll pick them." Mary explained as he took another swig of his drink and dropped his arm lightly on the back of her chair. "I guess whoever goes home with him wins the Messer lottery."
Lindsay didn't even notice the gesture and shook her head, "It doesn't make sense to me at all."
"Me neither," He leaned on the bar and looked at her, "Cause he hasn't paid near as much attention to them as he has to you."
He had her undivided attention now, "What!"
"So now are you interested in learning how to divert his attention?"
She shouldn't care but she was curious by nature, "Teach me."
Danny made sure to keep an equal distance between himself, Keira, Jenn and Christine. At least those were the names he was sure they had given them. He had learned a long time ago to multi-task in a conversation like this. He smiled at the proper intervals chuckled at other ones, even managed to lightly touch whomever he wanted just enough to keep her full attention on him. They were perfect. All three of them. If he wasn't well aware of the amount of disease he could obtain he'd take all of them, it's not like he hadn't before.
So why did the whole situation bore him all of a sudden?
For the first time in the game he focused his attention to the end of the bar and felt his back stiffen. What was Pino doing speaking so closely to Lindsay? Where the hell did the guy think he could start playing inside the lab? There was a strict rule against that.
"Don't you think?"
Damn which one had said that? He took a drink of his beer and analyzed each of the girls seeking out the one who looked at him expectantly. Keira. He smiled at her, "I don't know babe, give me a minute would you?" He gently pushed his way between them and worked his way around the bar.
"How long did that take?" Marty said with a laugh. He hand one arm on the bar in front of her on the bar and the other on the back of her chair. One foot on the rest underneath her chair had her right where he wanted her.
She put a hand on his arm, "I can't believe it." She said into his ear, "Do you really think he's coming over here?"
"You kidding me?" Marty laughed, "He thinks he's all mysterious, but anyone with half a brain can read him like a book, why do you think he picks from bambi's R'Us over there." He indicated the three women who were distracted by another cop who swooped in right after Danny left.
She had to laugh and reached for her drink at the same time. She put a foot on the rest under his chair having listened to his plan and while she wouldn't know what to would do with all of Danny's attention at a bar she was too enticed not to try.
He leaned in and whispered, "Incoming."
"When'd you get here Pino?" Danny greeted the man with a friendly smile. Kill them with kindness they say.
"You kidding? I never miss these kinda things," Marty accepted the hand Danny offered, "Working it as always?" He indicated the end of the bar.
Danny shrugged, "Just talking," he dismissed it and looked at Lindsay who was watching him with a quiet amusement, "I thought there was gonna be a cheerleading outfit involved," He indicated her with a smirk, "I'm disappointed."
Lindsay smiled, "Get used to it." Marty patted her shoulder out of Danny's view, she was a quick learner.
He raised an eyebrow; he hadn't expected that, he changed his inquiry, "I didn't realize you two were so chummy."
"I'm always out to help the damsel in distress," Marty said with a grin, "And this poor woman was abandoned by herself at the bar, just won't do I thought, so here I am."
"Yeah, you're a knight in shinning armour that's what I've always said." Danny quipped.
Lindsay's heart leapt, was he actually jealous, "It was about time someone came over to save me, I was wondering how long the new girl was going to have to wait to be included."
"Aww Linds," Danny said with a smirk, "You're always welcome to talk to me."
Instead of melting at the fact that he had called her 'Linds', the closest he got to calling her by her first name, she laughed, "What and compete for your attention against the Messer groupies? Wouldn't dream of it."
"Well you have my attention now." He admitted.
"Hmm," She looked down at her drink, "Cause you want it, or cause someone else had it?"
Marty was laughing into his beer and turned to order another. You go girl, he thought, have him begging for more.
Danny shifted a bit not really enjoying having the upper hand taken from him. He glanced at Marty then looked back at Lindsay, "Bit of both I guess."
"Well then," Marty said when he got his new drink, "You can have my seat." He stood and leaned in to kiss Lindsay's cheek, "See now that's how you do it."
She laughed and returned the kiss, "Thanks."
"Any time," He said then stepped back and patted Danny's arm, "I'm gonna see if I can't get one of your left overs interested in my Porsche."
Danny watched him leave then looked back at Lindsay who was eyeing him expectantly, "Planning to take the seat?" She asked.
Licking his lips he took it and regarded her, "Was I just played?"
Lindsay laughed and winked at him, "You aren't the only one who's heard of the game you know."
"You are constantly surprising me Montana." He said with a shake of his head. "I never thought you wanted in on the game."
"I don't," She said with a shrug, "I've never been interested in pretending to be someone I'm not to get a guy's attention. Besides, I'm not a notch."
He grimaced, for once in his life he wasn't really enjoying what his reputation said about him. He hadn't gone out to be the type of guy who went for the easy lay, but emotions were too volatile and he had too much of them to go around. "No you're not," He agreed, "So why the big ruse to get me over here?"
"Just wanted to see if it would work," She admitted.
He chuckled and had some of his drink. He leaned on the bar a bit so he could look her in the eye, "Well then Montana, it did, now what?"
Keira slid herself around the bar and stopped in front of the two CSI's she didn't even acknowledge that she had seen Lindsay while she appraised Danny as she had when she'd first met him and put a hand on his arm, "You've been gone longer then a minute."
"It can tell time," Lindsay muttered into her drink.
"Excuse me?" Keria looked at Lindsay.
Danny wanted to laugh he really did, part of him wanted to guide Keira away from the conversation, mostly for her health. But most of him was highly amused by Lindsay and wanted to see how this would play out so he leaned away from Keira's hand and watched the two women.
"Just making an observation," Lindsay recovered.
"What makes you think he'd rather talk to you?" Keira asked.
Lindsay looked at Danny as if he was supposed to save her from this conversation but he just smirked at her and raised his eyebrows. Ass.
"I don't profess to know what he thinks," Lindsay said then smiled, "But allow me to make another observation in answer to your question."
"Fine." Keira put a well manicured hand on her hip and raised a sculpted eyebrow.
Lindsay leaned forward and whispered loudly, "The fact that he left your conversation to come talk to me and," She indicated Danny who just sat there trying desperately not to laugh, "he's still here."
"Whatever," Keira dismissed Lindsay with a wave of her hand and returned her attention to Danny, "It seems your friends have picked my friends so now I'm all alone," She dropped her lower lip out in a well practiced pout.
Danny looked down the bar where Marty was talking to Jenn and another cop was talking to Christine, then looked back at Keira, "That's terrible," He finally spoke, "and you know I'd be right there to save you, but I'm kind of in the middle of something here."
Lindsay was not going to gloat she really wasn't, this wasn't high school it wasn't, but damn if it didn't feel fantastic to 'win' against a woman like Keira. Who glared at Lindsay then at Danny, "You have no idea what you're missing."
"I'm sure I can imagine." Danny smirked then watched her walk away before looking at Lindsay his eyes filled with amusement, "I will never underestimate a country girl again."
She smiled back at him, "It's about time."
He put an arm on the back of her chair, "Teach me about the country Lindsay, I'm all ears."
AN I don't know if I'm going to continue this or not…so right now it's complete, but who knows. R&R