Disclaimer: I do not own the characters. I do not receive any profit from these writings. If that were even remotely possible, I'd be on the picket line with the Hollywood writers.
D/L angst & FM radio eventually… Just be patient my loves.
Chapter 1:
Lindsay couldn't fall back asleep. The sound of Danny's heart beat had kept her in place for nearly half of an hour. But since his arm had dropped off her back in his slumber, the warmth that held her cocooned on their makeshift bed had faded. She felt an uncontrollable shiver roll up her spine. Danny didn't seem to notice at all.
Slowly, she rose up from her spot on the pool table—grimacing as she did so from the stiffness in her back and shoulder. Watching his eyelids for any sort of movement, she very carefully slid to the edge of the table and hopped down to the floor. The sun streaming into his apartment told her that she needed to hurry if she was going to make it to work on time.
Lindsay stole one more glance at Danny before heading to the bathroom to get dressed. She felt the color rise in her cheeks and a smile tug at her lips. She'd always wondered what he looked like in the morning…
"Hey Mac" She took a couple of extra steps to catch up with him as he strode through the lab.
"Lindsay, good morning. Get your kit. Flack's been busy." He hands her a slip of paper and stops in the middle of the hallway. "Adam's been there processing by himself for 6 hours already. Give him a hand."
"I heard about the bust. That's huge." She takes the paper and turns toward the locker room to grab her kit. "I'm on my way."
Danny turned over and clumsily reached for Lindsay… but he felt nothing. Opening one eye, he squints to see that Montana has jumped ship. He sits up and grips his head when he feels the hangover headache set in. Retrieving his glasses and slipping on his jeans, he sees that Lindsay and her clothes are gone.
Checking the clock, he realizes why… She's already been at work for an hour and a half. Making his way to the kitchen to start the coffee before he gets ready for work, he finds Montana's neat handwriting on the message board.
"Danny-
Didn't have the heart to wake you. I'd rather be here, but I don't want to explain to Mac why I was late for shift. I'm glad we did this…
xoxo – Montana"
He couldn't help but smile. She used her own nickname. The nickname he gave to her. And she hadn't skipped out on him… Turning around and catching the time on the microwave, Danny returns to his task and heads off to the shower. If he hurried, maybe he could catch her before she got sent out to a scene.
Flipping on the radio before he steps into the shower, Danny hears the local news report come on.
"This morning, NYPD detectives and SWAT officers conducted a raid on a warehouse at an undisclosed location. The result is the largest cocaine bust in NYPD history. A press conference was held by Detective Don Flack, who led the raid and confiscated 900 kilos of cocaine."
"Whoa, Donnie." Danny laughs and jumps into the shower. It's going to be a very busy day, he thinks to himself.
More soon… (and more of the exciting stuff soon).