Disclaimer: I don't own CSI: NY or their characters.

Genre: Romance, Fluff, PWP

Pairing: Mac/Lindsay

A/N: My first CSI: NY fic so then of course my first Mac/Lindsay fic. Pointless fluff, but kinda fun to write. They're a sweet couple, I might just write something more serious later on. Please review!

A Tall Order

"Okay," Mac said. "This car is the only evidence we have that might connect Andrew White to our victim. It seems he cleaned it off before he returned it to his brother, but he might have missed some trace behind. Lindsay, I want every inch of it checked! I'm gonna have a chat with the girlfriend."

"I'm on it," Lindsay answered, her voice as alert as always.

"Stella's at Roberts' place and Danny's processing the clothes in the bag, but the car's our best shot," Mac said over his shoulder on his way out.

So no pressure, Lindsay thought to herself as she put on her latex gloves. "Got it," she replied, but Mac was already out of earshot. She continued to mutter to the car, "So, let's see just what you overlooked..."

Lindsay started processing the car. It was time consuming and not the most interesting work, but had to be done as carefully as anything else. She started with the outside, checking for any trace at all. Her findings were scarce, and she decisively continued with the inside.

While she was dusting for prints in the front seat, Mac entered the evidence garage. "How are we doing?" he asked, appearing on the other side of the vehicle.

"I found fibers on the hood of the car," Lindsay informed him.

"What kind?"

"Turquoise, I think it's synthetic." Lindsay continued to brush the dark powder onto every inch of the surface. "Stuck in a scratch in the paint." She paused and reached through the front seat, handing Mac the evidence, then continued her work.

Mac took the small glass tube containing the fibers between his thumb and index finger and studied it closely. "Turquoise," he repeated. "Just like Amanda Roberts' pants."

"The girlfriend."

"Precisely."

Lindsay finished dusting the inside of the front window and sat down in the passenger's seat. "The driver's seat is pushed back as much as possible," she noticed. "And Andrew is a pretty short guy."

"That's true," Mac agreed, looking at the seat. It was also tipped back far too much for comfortable support when driving the car. It fit well with Mac's theory on what had been going on in the vehicle.

"I've got a print!" Lindsay exclaimed. She turned the rearview mirror so that Mac could see the dark patch of fingerprint dust on the left side of it.

Mac bent down to look at the print. "That's not a fingerprint," he said. "That's a toeprint."

"A toe!" Lindsay said. "On the rearview mirror?"

Mac gave her a look. "Andrew wasn't driving his brother's car, he had sex in it."

"In the front seat?" Lindsay said doubtfully. When Mac still looked at her without replying, she scratched the back of her neck. "I mean, I'm just saying..." She had actually only had sex in a car once, but that had definitely been in the back seat. Not that she was about to tell Mac that.

"More space," he explained. "Since the lock to the trunk is broken, they had all their luggage in the back seat. So that's why the front seat is pushed back. And I guess it was tipped back down all the way too -- Andrew pulled it back up a bit, but he didn't think about pulling the seat back in its original position."

"Well, lucky for us he forgot the rearview mirror when he wiped the car clean," Lindsay said, carefully removing the plastic tape with the print on it. "We'll just get toeprints from the women involved, and we'll know who it was."

"Maybe we won't have to," Mac said, holding up the test tube with the fibers once again. "Show me where you found this, please."

"Sure." Lindsay crawled out of the seat and walked up beside the car. "Right -- here," she said, pointing at some very fine scratches on the hood of the car.

"Okay," Mac said, studying the thin lines. "I'll tell you what happened here: the buttons on the back pockets of Amanda Roberts' pants scraped the paint, and a fiber from them got stuck in the scratch."

"So, Amanda sat on the hood," Lindsay said.

"Yeah," Mac nodded, glancing up at her from the damaged hood. "Probably making out with her boyfriend, before they went into the car to -- finish their business."

Lindsay tried to pretend that she didn't feel at all uncomfortable with the discussion. "That doesn't help us much," she said.

"On the contrary," Mac said with a sly tone in his voice. "C'mere."

Lindsay walked up to him, standing right in front of the bright red vehicle. As Mac put his hands on her hips, her heart missed a beat although her curious and polite smile never left her lips.

"Sit up," Mac ordered, half lifting her up on the hood of the car. "Now, how tall would you say that Amanda Roberts is?"

Lindsay tried to recall her meating with the young woman and ignore Mac's hands, now placed on either side of her with his fingertips against the hood. "Five foot seven, five foot eight maybe?" she said.

Mac nodded. "And Andrew is only about an inch taller, at the most," he said.

Lindsay sat obediently on the hood of the car, looking blankly at him.

"Hm." Mac looked down at her with a slight smirk. Sitting on the hood, Lindsay was still a few inches shorter than him. He continued to explain his theory, "Well, while this arrangement would work quite well for the two of us --" He poked the tip of her nose lightly "-- it would make Amanda a couple of inches taller than Andrew."

Lindsay blinked and looked down at her own nose, where Mac's finger had been a second ago. She still didn't get it -- mostly because she had lost concentration after the first half of his statement. Her heart beat a little faster than usual, and she could swear that her face was a tad too red as well.

"Short guys don't like women looking down at them," Mac said, sounding slightly amused. "Isn't that true?"

"You're asking me?" Lindsay was the shortest member of the team, and spent most of her time either looking up at people's faces or down through a microscope. Right now she was looking up at Mac's still slightly amused face, and tried her best not to let him know that she was enjoying this strictly scientific experiment a little too much. Mac still hadn't backed away.

"Bottom line," he concluded in a murmur, "it was not Andrew that Amanda had sex with in Rick's car."

"Isn't that a long shot?" Lindsay said doubtfully. "Er, no pun intended." She wasn't sure if she really bought Mac's basic short male psychology.

"Maybe. But I think it's time to have another word with Rick." Mac gave Lindsay another look before -- to Lindsay's unuttered disappointment -- backing away a few steps, bringing up his cell phone. "Stella," he said. "Can you pick up Rick White for me, please? We've got reason to suspect that he was having sex with Amanda Roberts in his car ... yes ... I see ... okay, thanks, Stella."

Mac closed the phone and turned to Lindsay, who was dangling her legs over the side of the hood with a politely wondering smile on her lips. "Everything cool?" she asked when Mac didn't answer her unspoken question.

"Yeah, Stella's at the crime scene again," he said. "Apparently, Rick was in a motorcycle accident just now. The ambulance should be at the hospital any minute, Stella's going there but it seems like we have to wait a while to interrogate our main suspect."

"Your main suspect," Lindsay corrected.

"Excuse me?"

"I'm not too sure about your short guys 101," Lindsay admitted. "I mean, maybe Andrew didn't mind Angelica being taller than him when they -- you know, maybe they got inside because they were cold --"

"It's July and they were definitely getting hot," Mac argued calmly.

"They were naked!"

"At least Amanda was wearing her pants," Mac reminded her. "Otherwise we wouldn't have our scrape and fibers. But you're right, we can't rule out anything at this stage. We'll have to look into every possibility."

"Right." Lindsay made an attempt to jump down from the car, but Mac put his hands on her thighs to hold her back.

"Hey, hey. Where do you think you're going?" he asked.

"Um..." Lindsay stared into Mac's shadowy eyes, trying to recall where she'd actually thought she was going. "Er, well -- to see Danny about the, um, clothes."

"Done that," Mac said, not moving his hands away from Lindsay's legs. "Nothing that's gonna help us, I'm afraid. We'll just gonna have to wait until we can interrogate Rick White."

"But..." The words failed Lindsay as Mac brought their faces together so close that the tip of their noses touched.

"But what?"

A nervous laugh escaped Lindsay, and she tried to regain control of her mind. "Isn't this sexual harassment?" she asked, then realized that her statement might make Mac back off, and the least thing she wanted right now was for Mac to back off.

"Only if you disapprove," Mac answered.

"Oh."

"Well then is it?"

Suddenly, Lindsay grinned and put her arms around Mac's neck, resting her hands by the back of it. "Well, what do you think?" she asked, looking up at him with her eyes twinkling. As she felt Mac's shoulders relax, she understood how nervous he must have been that she actually would disapprove.

Bringing their faces even closer together, Mac said, "Can you see now, how weird it would be if you were taller than me, sitting on the car?"

Lindsay started to giggle. "You'd have to be a midget!" she said, her giggling turning into laughter as she pictured a five feet tall Detective Taylor in front of her.

Mac pulled away a little, seemingly not at all as amused as Lindsay.

"Hey," Lindsay complained.

"What?" Mac said, his eyebrow arched. "You thought I was gonna kiss you? On the job? Now that would be unprofessional."

This time it was Lindsay who looked all but amused, the smile on her face replaced by a pout. She grabbed Mac by the collar, pulled him close and resolutely kissed him. Regardless of his previous statement, Mac wasn't late to respond, his hands finding her waist drawing her even closer.

As they parted, Lindsay said smugly, "I thought kissing on the job was unprofessional, Detective."

"You were the one who kissed me," Mac argued coolly.

"You kissed back!"

"Well, refusing to kiss back when a lady kisses you is unprofessional in a completely different manner."

"Oh." Lindsay didn't waste much time contemplating this. "Then, I don't mind being unprofessional at all," she said and reached up for another kiss. Mac smirked, bringing their lips together, but pulled away once again as the kiss quickly got more passionate. He wasn't that unprofessional, after all.

"C'mon," he said, smiling down at Lindsay. "Let's find some work 'round here." That wouldn't be hard to do.

"Okay." Lindsay smiled back at him, almost shyly as he helped her down from the car, much more gentle than when he had put her up there to begin with. Another quick kiss was shared as Lindsay stood on the ground and both their bodies called for the other.

They walked hand in hand out of the evidence garage, but let go of each other when they left it, as by a mutual agreement.

After a while, Lindsay turned to Mac and asked, "So you think I'm a lady?"

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