A/N: This is D/L smut. I'm not sugar coating anything here, consider yourself warned.

Maybe it was the fact that she had just pulled a double, or that Mac had just informed her that their Murderer was getting off on a technicality. It could have been that she was running on break room coffee, or because her jackass landlord had yet again raised her rent. Whatever the reason Lindsay Munroe was not up for "friendly" banter with her co-worker today. Lindsay would tell herself later that all of these things contributed to the odd events that followed.

Lindsay was putting on her jacket, and reached for her purse when Danny Messer happened to walk into the locker room.

"Hey Montana," he called. Danny watched as she scowled, and then turned to give him a death glare. Danny loved riling Lindsay up. He had started just to give her a hard time. Hazing the new girl, but then he started noticing how hot she looked when she yelled at him. He loved the way her eyes seemed to narrow, and how she always seemed to have a great comeback. She could take it and dish it out. Most women couldn't take a little joke.

Danny braced himself for great comeback, but it never came. Instead Lindsay just shook her head, and physically deflated. She walked out of the locker room without looking at him.

Danny was shocked. he had expected a yelling match to start between the two of them, not for her to back down.

'Something must be wrong,' he thought. However, before he could chase after her, his beeper went off, reminding him that he still hadn't finished his shift, and that his DNA results were in.

She was locked in a room. It was quickly filling with water. She was going to die and no one was going to find her. She started to bang on the windows and the door. Nothing. She screamed. No one could hear her. The water was at her chin now. She heard a buzzing sound. It was loud and intrusive. The water was over her head now...

Lindsay woke up with a start. She blinked and looked at her alarm clock. It read 3:14 AM.

"Just a dream," she whispered to herself. Then she heard the buzzing again. It was the front door. She got up, and walked out of her bedroom. When she reached the living room, she grabbed the blanket off her couch, and wrapped it around herself. The buzzing was becoming faster, and more annoying.

"What?" she cried into the intercom.

"Didn't your mother ever tell you that saying 'what' is rude?" a thick New York accent asked her. She dropped her blanket.

It was Danny. She was still dreaming. Her nightmares were getting worse. Now instead of just drowning, she had to deal with Danny Messer. She pinched herself.

"You gonna let me in, Montana?"

Definitely not a dream. Lindsay must have been in shock. She absent-mindedly buzzed him in and opened her door. She took a deep breath to calm herself. A few minutes later Danny walked through the door, and on impulse locked the door behind him. He turned around, and was about to lecture her on the dangers of leaving your door open, when he saw her. He stopped, and looked her over. She was wearing small black spandex shorts, and a white wife beater, that put his own to shame. There was a blanket on the floor. 'That's weird.' he thought. He couldn't help but look at her legs. They were toned, but not too toned. 'If that makes any sense.' he thought. She had great hips too. He usually saw her in an over sized lab coat. He hadn't realized how sexy Lindsay was. He decided that this was the sexiest he had eer seen her, and would hope to see her like this more often.

Lindsay looked at Danny and realized that she had dropped the blanket that she had been using to cover herself up. Lindsay felt warm all of a sudden. She couldn't figure out if it was because she was mad at him for blatantly checking her out, or the fact that she was flattered. She picked the blanket up, and was about to wrap it around herself, when she decided to just drop it back onto the couch. If Danny was nervous then that was his problem. She liked how his eyes went wide when he realized that she wasn't going to wrap it around herself.

She cleared her throat, and Danny was pulled out of his trance.

"Do you know what the time is?" she asked him. She was a little relieved that he had woken her up, but then she realized that she would go back to sleep, and restart her dream.

'Oh she's mad.' he thought.

"Uhhh," he checked his wrist watch. "3:20 AM," he said.

She looked at him with her eyes narrowed. This time Danny knew not to push it.

"I was sleeping," she said.

He looked down. "Sorry Montana, you seemed upset before. I just got off my shift. I guess I should'a called first."

Lindsay couldn't figure out if she should be mad, or happy that he had been thinking about her.

He called you Montana again. Nothing has changed Lindsay. Chimed a voice in her head. 'Ohh yeah,' she thought.

"You just called me Montana." it was more of a statement then an answer.

"What?" he asked. He was confused.

She walked up to him. He shifted a little. Now is the time to show him that you're not a doormat Monroe.

"You call me Montana, you embarrass me not only in front of strangers but in front of Mac, make me feel like an idiot..." she couldn't stop now, she was on a roll. So she got a little closer, "you pick on me, make fun of me, make me want to go back ho-" she was cut off by Danny's lips. He had pulled her close to him, and was kissing her passionately. Lindsay didn't know what to do, and before she had a chance to kiss him back he had pulled away.

Danny pulled back, and looked down at Lindsay. Her lips were still pursed, and her eyes were wide open. She opened her mouth and let the first thing she could think of come out.

"You're an idiot," she said.

Before he could answer she had pulled him down to her and kissed him. Danny turned Lindsay around and pushed her against the door. Her door. He managed to move his hand down her back to her bottom. She felt his hand, and before he had a chance to lift her up, she had pulled her head back. He looked at her. Her lips were swollen, and her hair was down from her pony tail. Lindsay took this moment to push Danny away from her. He gave her a confused look before she pulled him down for another kiss.

'What is she doing?' he thought.

She pulled away. "This is insane," she said, and de-tangled herself from him, and walked towards her bedroom. He followed behind her. She turned around, and before he could say anything, she kissed him. She pulled back again.

It went on like this for a while.

"I thought I hated you." She breathed, after another intense kissing session.

Kiss, pull back.

"I thought you hated me."

Kiss, pull back.

"You should probably go."

Kiss, pull back.

He bit her bottom lip, and she pulled away. "Stop doing that!" he said, before she could speak.

"Don't tell me what to do." she said and then shoved him back. Danny regained his balance, and grabbed her. Lindsay pushed his hands away, and shoved him against the wall. Lindsay was still trying to decide whether or not to kick him out of her apartment. He turned her so that she was against the wall. He pressed himself against her, and she moaned at the feeling of him rubbing against her. 'Oh he was definitely staying,' she thought

He quickly shed his jacket, and Lindsay undid his belt. He stepped out of his pants, and she rid him of his shirt. He lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around him. He started to grind into her, and she moaned loudly. Danny loved that sound. He half whispered, half moaned into her ear, "Bedroom." She unwrapped her legs and led him into her bedroom.

Before he could lift her up again, she had pushed him to the bed, and straddled him. Danny came to the conclusion that either they were about to have incredible sex, or she was going to beat the crap out of him. Or you'll have great sex, but she'll still send you to the Hospital.

"Can I ask you a question?" he asked her.

"Sure." she said as she kissed his neck.

"Why do you not like it when I call you Montana?" Lindsay stopped, and looked at him.

"I don't hate it, it's just that it seems like you call me that because you don't like me." she said.

"Lindsay, I really like you. You keep me on my toes," She smiles. "You're smart, and sexy..." Lindsay kissed him.

"Fine you can call me Montana, but when I make you scream, you better be crying Lindsay." she finally said.

"Oh god," he said. "That was soo fucking hot." he whispered into her ear.

He pulled her shirt off, and was glad to find that she wasn't wearing a bra. He started to kiss her breasts, taking one into his hand, and kneading it. She groaned. He started a rhythm of licking, and biting her nipples. Lindsay moved her hand down looking for his arousal. It didn't take her long. She moved her hands into his briefs, and started squeezing and running her hand down his shaft. Danny moaned and shuddered. He moved her hand away from him. "Uhh uh, I'm getting inside you tonight." He whispered into her ear. She pulled his shorts off, and raised her eyebrows up. Danny smiled and lay her down. He pulled her shorts and underwear off. They were completely naked now. 'God she's beautiful.' he thought.

"Danny," she pleaded. He had been staring at her, and she was getting restless. He licked his lips, and kissed her forehead. Then he started to move down. Kissing her lushish lips, then her neck, chest, and belly button. He settled between her legs, and looked up to see her watching him. He licked his lips again, and she groaned. 'God he was hot.'

He slipped a finger inside of her, and started to rub her. She was already so wet. He slipped another finger inside of her, and started moving in, and out. "Ohh Danny..." She moaned. He picked up the pace and soon had her yelling his name. Danny gave her a moment to calm down, before slipping his tongue inside of her. She definitely hadn't expected that. "Danny!" She cried in shock. She sat up, and he pushed her back onto her back. "Relax Lindsay," he whispered into her ear. She leaned back into the pillow. He kissed her inner thigh, and started licking, and rubbing her. Lindsay moved her hand to his head, and started to pull at his hair.

He was driving her insane.

He groaned when he tasted how wet she was. He could have spent days, weeks, even months down there. Kissing her, and tasting her. Hearing her moan, and scream his name, but he knew that if she tasted this good, then she must feel 100 times better. Her orgasm this time was faster because she was still sensitive from before. "Ohh God Danny..." She cried. He kissed his way up her body.

She reached into her night stand and grabbed a condom. She pushed Danny back, and climbed over top of him.

"Hey," he said.

"What? Did you think that you were going to be on top?" she teased.

"Lindsay," he pleaded.

She just shook her head. He could tell that he wasn't going to get his way. He smiled up at her, and then started chewing on his bottom lip. She took that as a sign to continue. She rolled the condom onto him, and eased herself onto him. He groaned at the feeling of having her on top of him. She started to rock on top of him. She looked incredible riding him. It was almost too much to handle. "Hmm Lindsay." He moaned, as she picked the pace up. She smiled down at him, and moved even faster. He grabbed her hips, and started thrusting into her. "Oh Danny..." She cried as she closed her eyes. He was so deep. He looked up at her. He loved the way she grabbed at his shoulders. She opened her eyes, and pulled on his shoulders. He moved into a sitting position so that their face's were only a few inches away from each other. She continued to grind into his lap. She could feel herself loosing control. He moved his hand onto the back of her neck, and brought her mouth to his. She felt the orgasm take her, she cried into his mouth, and squeezed her internal muscles to help Danny along. Danny thrust through her orgasm, and cried Lindsay's name as he came.

He rolled her onto her back, and pulled out of her. Before he had to ask she pointed to the door on the left side of the room. He walked over, and realized that it was the bathroom. He smiled at how she seemed to read his mind, as he discarded the used condom.

He climbed back into the bed, and pulled her close to him. She was still breathing heavily. "You ok?" he asked her as he moved a strand of hair from her face.

Lindsay smiled up at him. "I'm great. You?" she asked. He chuckled.

"A little bruised, but I'll live," he teased.

She hit him playfully. She fell asleep listening to his heartbeat, knowing that she wouldn't be having her usual nightmare tonight.

The End.