Disclaimer: I've no ties to the CSI TV shows or any of the characters. Thank you.

The 9 o'clock news was buzzing with reports that the elusive Eleven Killer had finally been stopped; the media seemed to take particular glee in making sure their audience knew it was an officer-involved shooting. That rankled Danny to no end, but he took a deep breath and pushed his annoyance aside.

Lindsey sat on the couch beside him, munching a slice of spinich and musrhoom pizza as they watched the news reports. She smiled when a brief pan shot from the camera caught Danny sitting in the ambulance talking to Mac. That's when she saw it. The small smile that crossed Danny's face as he looked past Mac and to something she couldn't see.

"What were you smiling about there, Danny?" She asked, and looked at him curiously.

"Where?" He answered, taking a sip of his beer.

Because of TiVo, Lindsey could rewind and pause to show Danny the exact shot she was talking about. Danny studied a moment, and then a half-smile formed on his face.

"I saw a really good looking woman standing near the camera crew," he said, waiting for her reaction.

He didn't have to wait long. Lindsey's brow knotted in confusion, and eyes flicked from the TV to Danny.

"Who was it? Someone you know?" She asked, having no idea he was talking about her.

Danny pulled the remote from her hand, and gently took her pizza slice out of the other. Lindsey's confused expression deepened.

"If you want more pizza, there's the box," she said, pointing to the half-moon of pizza left over.

Instead, Danny shook his head, leaning into her until his face was inches away from hers. Lindsey's eyes widened, and a small, shy smile; the one Danny loved so much, curved the corners of her mouth.

"Forget the pizza," he said, placing a kiss on the end of her nose.

Lindsey's breath caught in her throat, and her pulse began to race as she realised Danny was about to kiss her again. She didn't have to wait long, and wound her arms around his neck as his mouth settled warm and firm against hers. Gently, he pushed her back against the couch and pulled away from her to look into her eyes. Lindsey gazed at him; the taste of the beer he'd swallowed a second earlier sweet and cool on her lips.

"Danny," she began, but he shushed her with his index finger pressed to her lips.

"Before you go getting all green with envy on me, that girl I was smiling at on TV..." he said, and Lindsey nodded, curious.

Danny dropped a kiss on her cheek, and another on her jaw line before answering.

"..was you." he finished, and looked into Lindsey's face.

Lindsey didn't have anything to say, and she could see the questions in Danny's eyes as he watched her. Finally, taking a deep breath, Lindsey deliberately unbuttoned the first button of Danny's shirt.

"What if I told you I want to wake up next to you in the morning?" she asked, and Danny chuckled.

"Then I guess I'll get to smile at a pretty girl the second I wake up, won't I?" He responded, and Lindsey nodded.

"That's a shame," she teased, and Danny laughed.

"No," he said, kissing her breifly,

"I think it's a good thing."