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AN: Remember me?? Yeah sorry it took so dang long for an update. I have new inspiration this season so I’m bringing it in line with that…this is the bridge chapter…I hope to God it actually works. Being the review whore I am please let me know:)
In a classic dictionary definition one can find memory defined as: the mental capacity or faculty of retaining and reviving facts, events, impressions, etc., or of recalling or recognizing previous experiences.
Lindsay and Danny would probably define memory as a damn pain in the neck. Over the last few months enough had happened to them collectively that both of their minds were overloaded with memories. The unfortunate thing was neither had time to even remotely explore whatever their relationship had been and, for lack of a better term, all of those moments were most like a memory.
It tickled the backs of their minds from time to time like a good memory is want to do. It sat in their subconscious, leaking into their dreams like a slow dripping faucet…reminding them that at some point the touch that had ignited the chemistry between them so long ago was going to need to be addressed.
Now if only Lindsay would make sense, if only she would fit into his life, into his mind as seamlessly as the pain. But she didn’t; she’d just rest in the back of it like this beautiful memory of what could have been…if life hadn’t hauled up and slapped them in the face.
It had been perfect, after Lindsay had wrapped up her case they had gone with the intent of meeting for dinner, but on the way there Mac called them both separately with different cases so they had to postpone. That had happened a few more times until they just stopped trying. It bothered Danny to no end because there had been so much potential, he could tell, he knew the chemistry he had been feeling wasn’t an act it just seemed that work was not conducive to them being together.
Then why didn’t her touch leave his mind? He would think about it a lot. Some days he’d lean back at his desk and close his eyes remembering that night after Cozy’s when they’d shared that kiss. Or the first time they had kissed in the parking lot. It had been so long since there was any kind of contact that wasn’t of a professional nature that he almost thought those kisses had been a dream.
Lindsay walked by Danny’s desk and watched him as he leaned back his eyes closed a small smile playing on his lips. Oh his lips, those lips haunted her to no end. Sometimes if she tried really hard she didn’t think about them, but it usually didn’t last especially when she was around him. He’d still placed his tongue gently on his bottom lip if he was concentrating on something or purse his lips before voicing a thought on a case and every time it drove her nuts.
They had started something, they had been there--SO on the verge of being more to each other than just coworkers. Now, with all that had happened at the office and some things that had been happening closer to home, Lindsay was almost glad that nothing had been fulfilled. It was probably better this way. Danny didn’t need someone like her clouding his life; it was full enough as it was. So as they entered the autumn end of the year Lindsay was coming to the decision that their interaction, anything they had been to each other should remain a beautiful memory.
Now if only he wasn’t Danny Messer, undeniably the biggest physical and emotional draw she had ever encountered in her life. Getting over him would be her biggest accomplishment, or worst nightmare.
“Mind your own business Don.” Lindsay snapped then quickly headed down the hall feeling her cheeks burn in embarrassment. Sometimes she hated the affect that Danny Messer had on her, other times she really wished she could do something about it. Again.
“So I have a problem.” Flack leaned against the door going into Danny’s office.
“Besides the fact that your battle scar hasn’t yielded one date for you yet?” Danny said with a smirk not opening his eyes just yet hoping Flack would go away.
He didn’t, “Har har, you’re a funny man; I was on the brink of death you know.” Flack walked into the room and fingered an evidence bag.
Danny opened his eyes and pulled the bag out of his reach, “Yes I know. Why is it again that you didn’t follow the big bright light?” Joking about it was really the only way the two of them had talked about it.
“Someone had to stay here and keep you in line.” Flack punched Danny’s arm and leaned against the desk.
“One day in the very far out future I’m going to tell Aiden that I won that pull.” Danny quipped.
Both men were silent for a moment thinking about their friend knowing she would have got the joke. Flack finally cleared his throat, “Anyway I came here with a problem.”
“What’s that?” Danny asked finally noticing that his friend was holding a magazine.
Flack dropped the magazine on the table in front of his friend, “Of all people I never thought YOU would be mentioned in Maxim.”
“What?!” Danny saw that Shaheena was on the cover and his heart fell to his feet.
“Honestly I think I’m hurt,” Flack continued as Danny leafed through to the article, “She didn’t say a damn thing about me and I thought she wanted to bang me too.”
He looked up to glare at Flack before continuing to skim the article. He started reading out loud, “Even superstars can have fantasies, Shaheena admits that she fantasizes about a…” He paused.
Flack was trying desperately not to laugh out loud he saw Adam walking by and motioned for him to come into the room, “Come on you’re just getting to the good part.”
But Danny couldn’t read it, he threw the mag down, “Oh that’s just great.” As if on cue his phone started ringing, “Hello?”
Picking up the mag Flack tried to read through his laughter, “Shaheena admits that she fantasizes about a certain New York city police officer who helped put the former president of her fan club behind bars for murder. She says quote: “Danny Messer has insane sex appeal and I wish we could have gotten to know each other better.” She concedes that while many men fantasise about her, at least she has a face for her own fantasies.”
Adam’s eyes were wide, “You are shitting me, let me read that!” He grabbed the mag out of Flack’s hand, “Oh damn that woman is not wearing a wet t-shirt. Friggin’ hell Messer!”
Danny held his hand up trying to stop them from being so loud so he could listen to his phone, “I don’t know how you got this phone number but I have no comment about Shaheena or whatever she has to say.” Just as he hung up it rang again, angrily he turned answered, “What?” He growled.
Mac sighed, “Something wrong Danny?”
Instantly sober he waved at Flack and Adam who had called over some more lab techs to check out the article, “No sorry I thought you were someone else. What’s up?”
“I need you to get Lindsay and go check a smash and grab at a pawn shop.”
Danny groaned, “That’s rookie work.” Mac had already hung up, he pushed passed the rowdies.
“Aren’t you gonna sign my copy for me?” Flack called after him.
Growling something unintelligible Danny walked faster down the hall away from them. He found Lindsay at her desk pouring over some files, “Hey Montana, you’re with me.” He instructed.
She looked up at him, “Do I look like a pedigree of some kind?”
The fire behind her brown eyes instantly soften him, his shoulders relaxed and he managed a sheepish smile, “Mac called and said we were on a smash and grab.”
A smile brightened her face as she stood, “Thank you.” She watched as a lab tech walked by and gave Danny two thumbs up. “What was that about?”
He shook his head, “Nothing.”
She didn’t want to push it so she changed the subject, “So a smash and grab isn’t that rookie work?”
Lindsay had noticed that while they were gathering evidence that Danny’s phone had been ringing off the hook. She had also noticed that he hadn’t answered once. “You certainly are popular today.” She commented on the way back.
He shrugged, “Wrong number.”
Whatever was going on with him she had long since decided that pushing him didn’t work. In fact she had figured out a lot about him in the last few months. Since they hadn’t established anything concrete about their ‘relationship’ she hadn’t known what to do when Louie had been beaten. So she brought him the tape to let him hear that Louie had done it to clear Danny. Then when Aiden died she really felt like she didn’t have any authority to comfort him. Short of hanging out with the team while they remembered her Lindsay had stayed away from him on that topic. When Flack had been in surgery they had comforted each other somewhat but again it was more Danny because Flack was his best friend.
And then just when Lindsay was going to go over to his place and basically force him to deal with the amount of pain he would obviously be in Lindsay got a blast from the past the propelled her to stop any way of connecting with Danny. As the days crept on she kept hoping that they could go back to the innocent flirting that had happened before that touch. She needed to deal with this problem on her own and she was deathly afraid that the closer she got to him the more vulnerable she would have to be and she couldn’t do that…not yet.
If Danny hadn’t been so consumed with trying to figure out what to do about the Shaheena article he would have noticed Lindsay contemplative state. He hadn’t missed the fact that she had pulled away from him lately. To tell the truth he was a little relieved. He had been dreading her forcing him to deal with some of the pain that had enveloped him over the summer. He didn’t think he was ready to let her that close just yet, he had hardly figured out what he’d felt when Stella had been attacked and threw their whole lab out of sync.
As soon as they walked into the lab there on the glass office right by the elevator was the picture of Shaheena from the Maxim mag and photo of Danny with an arrow that said underneath, “Insane sex appeal.”
Lindsay had to remember to blink before she stepped forward to read the article. Danny wrung his hands together and watched not sure if he should start explaining that he had nothing to with it when she turned around and smirked at him, “She took my line.” Was all she said before she calmly ripped the article off the glass, crumpled it up and threw it in a nearby trash can.
He grinned his first genuine smile since that morning and looped an arm around her shoulders their comfortable camaraderie back, even if only for a moment, “You’re all right Montana.” He said as they walked down the hall.
At least that’s what Lindsay hoped.