DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT (sadly) OWN ANY CHARACTERS AND/OR PLOTS FOR CSI: NY

Well, here's another story for you- hope you enjoy!

"Messer."

"Danny, we have a possible 419 in Central Park. I need you and Lindsay to investigate." Mac's voice came to Danny over the phone. He sounded tired, and slightly stressed. "Stella, Hawks and I are handling a murder over on Lexington. Get over there are soon as you can. Flack is waiting."

Danny hung up the phone and sighs. He won't get any more sleep tonight. Running a hand through his hair, he reached for his glasses to see the time. 5:45. He stood up off his bed, and walks into the bathroom, preparing for what will be a very long day.

Lindsay Monroe awoke to the sound of incessant beeping. Realizing that it was her pager, she reached over to grab it. The screen shows that it was from Danny, therefore proving that it was work related; she pulled herself out of the bed and into the bathroom, where she primps and preens for what promises to be a very long day.

Lindsay arrived at the scene almost twenty minutes after Danny did. They processed mostly in silence, finding fingerprints and even the murder weapon- the knife was thrown away near a tree a fewfeet away. Both had just finished collecting evidence when the coroner showed up.

Thanks Sid." Lindsay nodded to the medical examiner when he finished. "I want to get back to the lab; it's freezing out here."

"Oh, come on Montana! What is the fun in that? We're out here, on a cold June morning, investigating a murder! And what do you want to do? You want to go back to the lab." He smirked, knowing fully well that he would get a rise out of his partner.

Much to his surprise though, she just glared at him and continued to lift finger prints. "Do we have an ID?" Danny asked after a few moments, trying to change the subject.

"Yeah…a one Michael Matzo…his driver's license was in his back pocket. He is- well, was- 23 years of age. There were a few business cards in his wallet, showing that he works at the Stock Exchange." Sid finished his little speech and then went on his way back to the morgue.

Danny looked at Lindsay, and shivered- it really was cold. "Whaddaya say we go back to the lab?"

Lindsay stared at Danny from across the lab, Sid's words from weeks ago echoing in her mind. He only calls you that because he has a crush on you. Was it true? Did he really like her? Thoughts ran wild through her head, mainly along the lines of what could happen if Danny and she had gotten together.

She remembered a conversation that they'd had a few days ago, while they were both processing something. They had brushed up against each other, sparking a conversation that Lindsay wasn't sure didn't have deeper meaning.

"Gees Danny, what are you trying to do? Put a move on me?" She laughed, moving away from him. Her arms had come in contact with his chest, and though both blushed profusely, neither had moved.

"I dunno Montana. You want me to move on you?" Although Danny's eyes had a twinkle in them that showed he was joking, his tone almost implied something more serious, something that had not been there a minute ago.

"Danny, come on. I was just kidding!" She said quickly, trying to hide her pounding heart, sweaty palms, and sudden lust for him- her sudden wanting to kiss him tenderly and never stop.

"Were you? Were you really?" It was a simple statement, one that should not have had any effect on her, but her mind buzzed, seeing as they still kept their contact. As if suddenly realizing that her hands were still on his chest and his around her waist, he stepped back and apologized in a matter of seconds. "I'm sorry…it was just…" The normally confident and suave Danny was now nervous and unsure. It somewhat surprised and scared Lindsay, almost as if this thing was hinting at something more.

Danny poked Lindsay in the arm, and saying her name at the same time. "Montana! Are you listening to me?"

Startled she pulled her head out of the clouds and looked at him. "Sorry, what did you say?" Danny just smirked at her and walked away.

"I said I found something. It's a fingerprint- I got it off the knife that we found at the scene. My guess is that the knife is the murder weapon, and the print belongs to our murderer. I'm going to run it through AVIS and see what it spits out. You want to finish processing the vic's clothes?"

Lindsay just nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Their proximity was somewhat frightening her, seeing as he was just inches from her. She was about to say something to him, maybe make a joke and see him smile, when he turned and walked away.

Lindsay sat there for a moment, unsure of what to do. Finally, she decided on something totally out of the ordinary- something she wouldn't have done back in Montana.

"Hey Danny!" She caught up to him in the hallway. There was no one else around, seeing as it was still early in the morning. Grabbing his arm, she wheeled him around to face her. "Wanna have dinner?"

Heehee, so sorry it was short, but this was kinda just like a prelude to what will happen:)

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