Silence is Easy

A/N: Takes place one year in the future.

As Lindsay processed the crime scene, Danny stood quietly in the corner. He was pretending to look busy, but really he was daydreaming about her.

Everyday he couldn't be with Lindsay was like torture for him. Everytime she entered the room or even talked to him, his heart started to pound out of his chest, his head screaming at him to tell her how he feels. But now he was too late; she was off limits. Lindsay had moved on, and got engaged to a man named Garry. He had received the invitation to the party three days ago, but decided not to go.

The scene was so quiet Lindsay could almost hear Danny's brain ticking.

"Danny? Are you alright? You're very quiet," she asked concerned.

"Yeah. Just tired," he lied. She nodded, then gestured for him to move closer.

"Come and take a look at this."

He walked over to the body and crouched beside her. "Feel the back of his neck." He obeyed, and noticed there was a large gap where the victim's neck should be.

"He's got a broken neck," said Danny.

"Yep. It's been pulled. You'd need to be pretty strong to do that. Or have someone to help you do it," said Lindsay, looking at him.

He noticed how close they were, their faces centimetres apart.

Her cell phone interrupted them. She checked the caller ID, and her forehead folded into a frown.

"Garry, I told you not to call me at work," she said sternly as she answered the phone. She paused for him to speak, and smiled a little. "Okay. See you later on."

Danny scowled. He hated Garry; he didn't treat Lindsay with respect. He ordered her around, asking her to get things or tidy up after him. If she refused, he blew a fuse. He had the worst temper Danny had ever seen. He had no idea what she saw in him, but he just put it down to the fact that she was blinded by him.

"Is everything okay Lindsay?" he asked curiously.

"Yes, he was just saying he was looking forward to the party tonight."

Danny responded with silence. He often did this now, when the subject of Garry came up.

The only sound in the room was the thistling of the evidence bags as Danny lifted them form the floor.

"Danny?"

Silence.

"You're not coming, are you?"

She expected more silence, but he spoke.

"No Lindsay."

The stillness in the room was unbearable. She lifted the remainder of the bags, and left the crime scene, without a word.

At the end of his shift, Danny met up with Flack, who was attempting to mend the coffee machine.

"Flack, you're only going to break it more!" he said, laughing at his attempts to fix the machine.

"I've nearly got it. I'll just press a few more buttons..." he said, jabbing randomly at the buttons, his brow furrowed in concentration.

"Flack, I was wondering if you wanted to come out for a drink. I'm feeling pretty crappy."

"But it's Lindsay's par- Oh right. That's why you're feeling bad. I'm here for you man," he said, giving him a friendly clap on the shoulder. "Just let me fix this first," he said, frowning at the machine and continuing to stab at the buttons, seemingly with no structure at all. His patience began to thin.

"Damn it machine! We need coffee!" he said loudly, giving it a rough shake.

The machine gurgled, coughed, then squirted milk at high speed everywhere.

Danny, who was standing to the side of the machine, unlike Flack, who was completely soaked.

"Damn it machine! He said coffee, not milk!" he mocked, thumping the side of the machine.

"Very funny," said Flack flicking him with the milk.

"You get cleaned up, and I'll meet you there," he said.

"Right man."

Danny went back to his apartment and got changed. He checked his watch. The party was just starting. He was to meet Flack in an hour.

He lay on the couch, deciding he would take a nap to refresh himself after a tough day. Before long, he was dreaming, of a moment between him and Lindsay that happened three weeks ago...