Summary: Lindsay and Danny are happy together in New York, but someone wants revenge. Sequel to A Girl like You in a Place like This?

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters; if I did I would have to write out my fantasies.

Huge Thanks once again to SallyJetson for the beta'ing.

A/N: This first chapter was inspired by a comment made by PrettyEyes during A Girl like You. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Striptease:

"Come on Danny. Get out here already." Lindsay addressed the closed door in front of her. She had been back in New York for four months and couldn't be happier. She was thrilled with having her old job back, being reunited with the team she had missed, being back in the city which seemed to fill her veins with its power more and more each day, and especially her heart pounding romance with one Danny Messer. It hadn't been easy for them to arrive at this point. It had taken some major convincing on his part, which included him transferring to the Vegas lab for a while, and then narrowly escaping her father's shot gun. For her part, she'd had to let go of what her family wanted for her. But they were finally finding happiness together; unfortunately at the moment one of them was happier than the other.

"I ain't doing this Montana. There ain't a chance in hell I'm coming out there, so just give it up already," the man behind her bathroom door responded.

"It's only fair, Cowboy. You've seen my moves and now I want to see yours."

"I can show you my moves, but I ain't wearing this get up of yours."

"No, I want the total package."

"Oh, I'll give you my whole package alright. Don't need the outfit to do that." Lindsay didn't need to see him to know the smirk on his face.

"What can I do to convince you to come out here?" she pleaded.

"Umm. Are you trying to bribe an officer of the law there, Montana? You know that's illegal right? I might need to use my handcuffs on you."

"Yes, I've been a bad bad girl," she replied in a completely flat tone as she rolled her eyes towards the ceiling.

"We'll deal with that later," he promised playfully. "By the way, I've technically never actually seen your moves. Flack dragged me out of there well before the grand finale, so really you still owe me a show."

"Well if you ever want a chance to see a show or me naked ever again, I suggest you get your ass out here," she replied, trying the anger approach to the situation.

"You know Montana, it ain't healthy to use sex as a bargaining chip in a relationship, and besides, I doubt you'd really be able to resist me for long." He added cockily.

"I think you've been watching too much Dr. Phil." Lindsay responded, though silently agreeing with his last statement.

Finally she decided that to get what she wanted, she'd have to draw on the last tool in her arsenal. "You chicken or something, Messer?"

A growl and sigh could be heard on the other side and she knew that his resistance was tumbling. "Alright Montana, you win, but you got to promise me no photos, no video, and no retelling of this ever again. And I mean EVER! Especially to Flack! And this is only going to happen once and that's it. You got that?"

"Absolutely. Now show me, Cowboy."

The door slowly opened to reveal its reluctant occupant.

"Now that's what I call a cowboy, Cowboy." Lindsay stated as she openly ogled her creation. Danny stood in front of her in a plaid cotton wrangler, a pair of chaps and a ruby red g-string. "Don't forget the hat," Lindsay added as she produce a black cowboy hat and placed it on his head. "Perfect!'

"Now what?"

"Now we need to decide on what music you're going to use. Do you want Kid Rock's Cowboy, or Big and Rich's Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy?"

"Give me Kid Rock. I'd rather stay away from anything country."

"And here I thought you liked your country girl, especially when she was riding you." Lindsay responded with a mischievous gleam in her eye.

"Oh, don't get me wrong, I do, but I think I'm more a Rock type of guy. Now can we hurry up so that I can get out of these clothes already?"

"Mmmm. My thoughts exactly." Lindsay responded as she brushed her finger down his chest on her way to the CD player. Soon the music started and she took her seat in front on him ready for her private show.

He slowly undid the snaps on his shirt, revealing his hard abs underneath, as he danced to the beat. He then turned his back to her and with a suggestive though slightly comical shoulder roll, let his shirt fall down his back before flinging it to the side, almost knocking down her table lamp. The chaps were next though he nearly fell over as he kicked them to the ground and they got caught around his ankles during his maneuvers. Finally only the g-string and hat remained, much to Lindsay's delight.

Suddenly two cell phones went off. They both groaned in frustration considering this was a rare night in which they were both off.

"Yeah, Mac I'll be there…."

"Sure Stella. I'm on my way…."

"Dead bodies in central park?" Danny inquired after he had gotten off the phone with Mac.

"Yep. Looks like all hands on deck." Lindsay responded.

"Too bad. I had other plans for your hands tonight," he replied as he made his way to gather his regular clothes. "At least I no longer have to be a cowboy."

"But you didn't finish so we'll have to continue this later." Lindsay responded as she clipped her badge onto her belt.

"Oh no Montana. You agreed that this was a one-time performance, s'not my fault we got called away. I did my turn, next times yours. I'll let you know when I've chosen your get up," he replied, ducking just in time to miss the stray cushion thrown his way.