A/N: So, here it is! The new story that I promised! Yay! I just want to make it clear that I am not abandoning High School Daze - that story will continue as long as I still have ideas for it...and as long as people keep reading and reviewing ;) But I had some thoughts on something more angsty (yes there will be some hot DL loving, so no worries for you smut fiends out there!) but this was stuff that just didn't fit into HSD, so I figured why not start something new? I really hope it is up to your high standards and doesn't disappoint!

Oh, and if you don't like this story, please blame my muse. As I told my friend Brinchen86, my muse doesn't whisper to me. Instead she stands on a chair and bellows at me through a bullhorn until I write what she wants. I literally have no choice!

Disclaimer: All characters from CSI NY belong to CBS, and not me. Boo.

Lindsay quickly stepped out of the elevator. She had woken late and then she had had to deal with a very cranky Lucy who had not wanted to go to daycare this morning. She had kicked and screamed in protest as Lindsay had hurried to get her dressed and ready for the day ahead. And just as Lindsay had finished getting herself ready, she had turned to find that Lucy had completely undressed herself, and she'd had to start the whole painful process all over again. So now she was frazzled and late and not at all in a good mood.

She walked briskly down the hall to her office, pushing open the door and dropping her bag beside her desk before she collapsed into her chair. She leaned her elbows on the desk and ran her fingers through her hair, taking a deep breath to try to collect herself before she turned her attention to the pile of paperwork stacked on the corner of her desk. She bent down and turned on her computer. As she straightened up and sat back in her chair, waiting for her computer to boot, she saw it. It was a single red rose with a white ribbon tied around the stem, and it was accompanied by a small envelope that was propped up against her monitor. The envelope was addressed to Ms. Lindsay Monroe.

She didn't recognize the printing, and the name on the front of the envelope confused her. She and Danny had been married for almost two years now, and she had long ago changed her name. So who could possibly be sending her a letter addressed to her maiden name? All of her friends and family had accepted her married name and had long since called her Lindsay Messer.

Lindsay smiled as she thought about her name. Messer. It was the name she now shared with her husband and their daughter. It was like their own little exclusive club, and it was one that she was so very proud to belong to. But curiosity was quickly overtaking her, so she reached out and picked up the envelope, turning it over in her hands. It was a plain, white, card-sized envelope.

Slipping her finger under the sealed flap, she ran her finger along the seam, tearing open the envelope. Peaking inside, she saw that it was in fact a card. She pulled it out and smiled at the picture on the front. It was a collage of flowers and hearts, with the words Thinking Of You written across the top in a loopy font. She opened the card and read the handwritten inscription inside;

Ms. Monroe

You are constantly in my thoughts, and I find myself looking forward to the time that we can be together again, my darling.

All my love,

D

Lindsay smiled down at the card. It was a little weird, but she thought that it was very romantic of Danny to leave her something like this. They had spent the past few days passing each other like ships in the night, and she couldn't actually remember having an real conversation with him outside of work for at least a week.

She lifted the rose to her nose, inhaling its sweet scent as she tried to think back... was it an important anniversary for them? They had gotten in the habit of celebrating the small milestones in their relationship; their first kiss, their first date, the first time they made love. Thinking hard, Lindsay couldn't pinpoint a specific event, but maybe Danny had simply wanted to surprise her.

She smiled as she placed the card and the flower on her desk beside a framed photograph of her family. The photo had been taken nearly a year ago on Lucy's first birthday, and in it she and Danny were crouched down on either side of Lucy as she blew out her birthday candles. All three faces were smiling back at her from the beautiful and simple frame that Danny had picked out for her. She reached out her finger and lovingly stroked his face. She would definitely have to come up with an appropriate way to thank him for brightening what she had thought was going to be a terrible day.

Her attention was brought back to her work as her computer finished booting up. She stretched before taking the file from the top of the stack in front of her and flipping it open, her mind instantly focusing on the details of the case before her, and the troubles of her morning were quickly forgotten.

Danny and Flack were on their way back to the lab from the crime scene they had been called to that morning. On the ride back to the lab, their discussion had focused on the previous night's Rangers game and they were bantering playfully on the elevator ride back up to the 35th floor.

Their light-hearted argument continued as they made their way to the locker room so Danny could drop off his bag and return the jacket he had borrowed from Flack the previous day before they headed their separate ways; Flack to the precinct and Danny to the lab to begin processing the evidence he had collected that morning. Flack waited in the hall, talking to one of the lab techs about evidence from a previous case, while Danny proceeded into the locker room. As he pushed open the door, Danny smiled as he saw his wife standing at her locker hanging up her sweater. At the sound of the door opening, she looked up and gave him a wide smile.

"Hey, babe," he said as he walked over to her. He leaned down to give her a soft peck on the cheek, but she surprised him by turning her head and meeting his lips with her own in what quickly turned into a very passionate kiss. Her hands slid up his chest and tangled in his hair as she pushed him back against the lockers, her mouth hungrily exploring his own.

"Hey yourself," she said, as she pulled away from the kiss, resting her forehead against his.

"Wow," Danny said breathlessly. "Whatever I did to deserve that, let me know so that I can do it again."

Lindsay grinned up at him, her fingers playing with the short hairs on the back of his neck. "Oh, you know what you did, baby," she whispered. "And thank you. I was having such a shitty morning until I saw your surprise. You just, you made my day, Dan."

Danny pulled back a bit, his brow furrowed in confusion. "What are you talking about, Linds?" he asked. "What surprise?"

Lindsay looked up at her husband. Her smile faltered as she saw the genuine look of confusion on his face. "The... the card, Dan," she said hesitantly, "And the flower. It was beautiful."

Danny took a step back from his wife, his hands falling from where they had been resting on her hips. He shook his head, his expression turning from confusion to concern. "Linds, I didn't leave you those things," he said, his heart breaking just a little bit at the look of sheer disappointment on her face. "Baby, I'm sorry, but I never made it to the lab this morning. Flack picked me up outside our apartment and we went straight to the scene."

Lindsay's mind was reeling. She knew Danny, and knew that he always took great pleasure in leaving her little surprises to show how much he cared for her. But his sincerity was unnerving her a bit. Why would he deny leaving her the gift? It didn't make sense. She turned her attention to the other man in the room. Flack had entered a moment before, but had discreetly turned his attention to a magazine lying on the bench, giving his married friends a modicum of privacy.

"Don?" Lindsay asked.

"Yeah, Linds?" Flack replied, looking up from the magazine.

"Is it true? You guys never made it to the lab earlier this morning?"

Flack nodded his head. "Yeah, that's right. I picked Dan up about a block from your place when Mac called and said he needed us at a scene ASAP. Sorry, Linds." Sensing that his friend was going to be tied up for longer than he initially intended, Flack told Danny that he would pick up his jacket later. He smiled at Lindsay and gave Danny a supportive nod before turning and walking out the door.

Lindsay slowly turned back to Danny. He looked hurt and worried. Hurt that she hadn't believed him, and worried that his wife was receiving romantic gifts from a stranger.

"Danny, I'm sorry. I..." she was cut off as Danny began to talk over her.

"It's fine, Lindsay," he said shortly. She winced at his tone, and her reaction did not go unnoticed by him. "Sorry," he said sheepishly. "It's just, I don't like the thought of you getting gifts like that from anyone other than me." He ran his hands through his hair and gave her a lopsided smile. "Any idea who it's from?" he asked.

Lindsay shook her head. "I have no idea. It was signed All My Love, D, so I assumed it was from you." She took a tentative step forward, placing her hand on his stubbled cheek. "Danny, I really don't know who it's from, okay? Please, don't be upset."

Danny took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I'm not mad at you, Linds," he said, reaching up to the hand that was caressing his cheek, interlacing his fingers with hers. He softly kissed the back of her hand before pulling her toward him and wrapping his arms around her, resting his cheek on the top of her head. "I'm just pissed that some asshole has the balls to send my wife something like that. Are you sure it's not from your dad or a relative or something?"

Lindsay slipped her arms around Danny's waist, her face tucked into the crook of his neck. She tightened her grip around him before responding. "Definitely not. The way it was worded... it sounded romantic. Not something that a relative or a friend would send."

"Okay," Danny said, pressing a soft kiss to his wife's forehead. "Was there any indication of who it came from? Anything unusual about it? A return address? Anything?"

Lindsay's head snapped up as realization struck her. "It wasn't addressed to me, Danny!" she said. Seeing the confused expression on her husband's face, she explained. "No, it was addressed to me, but me two years ago. Danny, it was addressed to Lindsay Monroe. Whoever sent it doesn't realized that I'm married now."

Danny carefully considered this information. "Could it be from an old boyfriend or something? Someone that you haven't had contact with in a long time?"

Lindsay shrugged her shoulders. "I have no idea, Dan," she replied honestly. "I really don't. Everyone who means something to me knows that I'm married. Whoever it is, babe, they're not important, okay?"

Danny reached up and ran his fingers lovingly down her cheek. "I know, Linds," he said softly. "I trust you. But I just don't like it, and I can't pretend that I'm okay with this."

"Danny, honey," she said as she pressed a soft kiss to his chin, "The only reason I was so excited was because I thought it was from you. You're the only one for me, Dan. No one else. Ever. I'll get rid of them, if they make you uncomfortable."

She looked into Danny's deep blue eyes and saw the love he felt for her reflected there. He gave her a small smile before nodding his head. "Please," he whispered. "I'll get you something nicer."

"You don't have to do that babe," she replied as she smiled up at him. "But I won't stop you if you want to spoil me just a little," she said as she gave him a cheeky wink.

"Hmm, spoiling my girls is my favourite thing to do," Danny said, leaning down to place a soft and loving kiss to Lindsay's lips. He felt her smile into his kiss as her arms tightened around his waist, holding him to her. He felt himself getting lost in the sensation of their kiss until he suddenly realized where they were. With a soft moan, he pulled away.

"Why'd you stop?" Lindsay groaned as she rested her forehead against his chest.

Danny chuckled. "We're at work, sweetie," he said, rubbing her back in a soothing gesture.

"So?" Lindsay said, and he could tell she was smirking.

"So? I like getting a regular pay check," he said. "And I know Flack won't rat us out, but not everyone is as understanding as he is."

Lindsay sighed before she untangled herself from her husband. She gave him a small smile before leaning forward and checking her appearance in the tiny mirror stuck to the inside of her locker door. Her cheeks were a bit flushed and her lips were swollen, but other than that, she looked alright. She ran her fingers through her hair and reached into her pocket to retrieve her lip-gloss which she quickly applied. Satisfied that she looked as normal as possible considering the circumstances, she gave Danny a quick once-over to ensure that he too looked presentable.

She closed her locker and walked out of the locker room side by side with her husband, the backs of their hands brushing against one another. When they reached their office, she noticed Danny's gaze travelled immediately to the flower and card displayed on her desk. He frowned down at them before dropping his stuff on the floor under his desk. Lindsay winked at him as she reached out and picked up the card and the flower. Without a second thought, she dropped them into the wastepaper basket that sat between their desks.

Eek! So... Yay? Nay? Are we interested? Or are we bored? Please let me know if this is a story you would like to see continue. I have a lot of ideas for this story and how things will escalate, so please give this fic a chance! *crosses fingers*

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