Disclaimer: I do not own any of the CSI NY characters, but Zoey is all mine!

A/N: Hey everyone! I've had this story in the works for a couple weeks, but I've been so busy with other stuff, I haven't had a chance to really sit down and write it out. For those of you who read my previous story may remember the cat, Miss Piggy, well I am sad to report that the real Miss Piggy passed away on Monday morning. She was quite sick, one of the reasons I was so busy the past few weeks, trying to find out what was wrong with her, and generally just spending time with her. She was the grumpiest, fattest cat I ever had, and I love her to bits a pieces…anyways, on with the story. I'm planning for DL, and some FlackOC, although I haven't completely decided on that one…

Chapter 1


Lindsay looked towards her apartment door and sighed. A beat later she was back staring at her TV screen and putting another spoonful of Ben and Jerry's in her mouth all the while silently willing the knocking to go away.


The knocks got louder and more urgent, but she didn't even look up this time.


"Are you gonna get that?" a voice called from the kitchen.

"Nope." Linda replied non-chalantly.

"You shouldn't wallow in self pity Linny, it's very depressing." Zoey said as she poked her head out of the kitchen.


Zoey sighed and walked to the door while she wiped her hands on the dish towel. She looked towards Lindsay before she opened the door.


"Can I help you?" Zoey asked.

"I…uh…think I have the wrong apartment…." The man at the door started.

"Looking for 8C?"

He looked at the paper he was holding in his hand, and then looked up completely confused. "Ya."

"Then you have the right place." Zoey smiled. She was enjoying this game.

"I'm looking for Lindsay Monroe?" he asked slowly.

"Oh, well, she's…um…indisposed at the moment. I can take your name and number; let her know you stopped by?"

The look on his face was heartbreaking. "Ya, maybe just tell her Danny stopped by? She has my number."

Zoey smiled. "So you are the famous Danny Messer…"

He smiled back. "I guess so, and you are…."

"Zoey Chestnut." She supplied. "The roommate." She heard Lindsay clear her throat from the couch. "Sorry, I should get back…"

"Ya, okay." Danny said trying to look behind Zoey. He has obviously heard Lindsay. "Just tell her I came by."

"Will do. Nice to meet you."

"Likewise." He replied with a nod.

Zoey closed the door and listened to his footsteps disappear down the hall.

"Wow, Linny. He is HOT!" Zoey giggled.

Lindsay shot her a look.

"Don't even try and deny it, he screams sex!"

"Zoey, please, can we not talk about him?" Lindsay pleaded.

"No, we ARE going to talk about him because he is the reason you are stuffing yourself with ice cream and giving me the silent treatment. And you know how much I like that." Zoey's voice softened. "Linny, what happened?"

Lindsay sighed. Zoey sat down on the couch next to her. Zoey had gotten home from her shift to find Lindsay sitting on the couch. She'd assumed she's been there for at least two hours since she was usually off at 6 and Zoey came home at 8.

"He kissed me." She said, not looking Zoey in the eye.

Zoey's eyes popped out her head. "No shit! And?"

"I don't know Zo, what does this mean?" Lindsay asked finally turning to face her.

"What happened after that?"

"Flack came in, I panicked….I left. I had to."

Zoey let out a breath and leaned back on the couch. "So, what are you gonna do?"

"Crawl into a hole and die?" Lindsay asked.

Zoey laughed. "You wish Monroe. If only it were that easy."

"Why couldn't it be?" Lindsay smiled.

"Look, sleep on it, we'll go jogging tomorrow and brainstorm ideas, ok?" Zoey said.

"Gosh, I'm sorry Zo. You must be beat, you haven't even changed yet, and you did all my dishes."

"Don't worry about it. You can return the favour later." Zoey said with a wink. "I'm gonna head to bed."

"Ok. Jogging at the regular time tomorrow morning?" Lindsay replied.

"Of course." Zoey winked.