Note From The Author-- So here begins a new story. This will be a lot like Moments, with Stella and Flack pairings, but will exclusively include holiday stories. I've just got too many ideas to stick them all in Moments or make them ridiculously short one shots. First up, a little ways in the future, Danny tries to nudge our favorite couple just a bit. Enjoy.

Disclaimer-- I don't own the characters of CSI:NY, nor do I own any products mentioned within these stories

"I do not believe this," Lindsay said incredulously, shaking her head.

"Believe it," Danny told her with a grin, casting his eyes up at his handy work.

She sighed. "You're a seasoned CSI. You're a scientist, you own a home, and your daughter is going on two years old."

"Point being?

"Mistletoe Danny?"

They both looked up at the sprig of green he had just hung from the ceiling in one of the lab hallways. "There's a method to my madness, Montana, honestly."

Lindsay simply folded her arms and regarded him suspiciously. "Do tell."

"Okay," he started, taking her arm and leading her towards their office. "So we all know that Stella and Don have been dancing around each other for a while now, right?"

"Right," she granted reluctantly.

He nodded, shutting the door behind them as they walked into the office. "Well when things didn't work out between Don and Jess, I figured he would finally go for it and ask Stella out, or vice versa; but we both know that hasn't happened."

She was starting to see where he was going with this, and she was having a hard time staying exasperated. "Go on."

"So, they're both in the lab at some point, they walk under the mistletoe and boom…"

"They finally take the first step and then they can't deny their feelings any longer after they kiss." She laughed out loud and pressed a quick kiss to Danny's mouth. "You may just be a genius!"

Danny grinned at her. "Just maybe?"

"Don't push it Messer."

As it turned out, Danny may not have been such a genius after all. In the four hours since the mistletoe had gone up virtually everyone but Stella and Flack had found themselves underneath it. They were both out on a case with Mac, and it was a good thing the boss man wasn't there. Everyone agreed that he would have been none too pleased to find half of the lab making out in the hall on a constant basis.

Adam had found himself caught with several lab techs and subsequently punished Hawkes and Jess for laughing at him by trapping them into an awkward mistletoe kiss. Sid had basically had to run from one of the more amorous DNA specialists, and even Danny and Lindsay had let it slip their mind and ended up underneath.

There was just a little over an hour in the shift when Mac and Stella made it back to the lab, and Flack wasn't far behind them. Only problem was that they closeted themselves in trace for a good twenty minutes. Danny knew that he only had a short window before Mac got wind of everything and stopped the madness, so he knew he would have to act fast.

Much to Messer's chagrin, Don came looking for him after he left trace. "We still on for a game tonight? Indoor courts?"

Danny nodded, and then he started grasping at straws. Picking up something at random, he essentially dragged his best friend out of the office and down the hall. "Walk with me. How's your case?

Flack shot his friend a bemused look, but answered the question nonetheless. "It's the usual, I guess. At the moment we don't have a lot to go on, but with any luck Mac and Stell can work their magic while I do some leg work." They stopped moving and he looked around. "Dan, is there any reason you're holding an LL Bean catalog and we're stopped in the middle of the hall?"

Danny was having a hard time coming up with something, considering that his only excuse was that he knew Stella would probably be heading down what Sid had dubbed the Hall of Holiday Hijinks, and she and Flack could potentially intersect right where he wanted them to. Thankfully, he didn't have to come up with anything as Stella was headed towards them.

With a rather unapologetic smile, he looked over at Flack. "Happy Holidays, man." Then he firmly planted his hand against his friend's back and shoved him right into the woman headed towards him.

Arms and legs tangled, and the only thing that saved them from ending up on the floor was Don catching hold of her hips and overcorrecting so that she crashed into his chest. When they finally went still they were both silent; and they stayed silent as he grinned down at her and then brought his mouth to hers.

Lindsay sidled up next to Danny, joining him with a lightened heart as she watched two of their best friends finally figure it out. "Real smooth Messer."

"Mistletoe worked didn't it?" he asked.

"I'm afraid you can't take full credit on this one." She couldn't help but grin a bit, and she pointed upward.

When Danny's eyes followed hers she was expecting the groan. "Well, hell."

Flack and Stella were kissing alright, and they were kissing a full two feet to the left of his carefully planted sprig of mistletoe.