Danny couldn't sleep, so instead of staying in bed with Montana and possibly waking her up, he'd headed for the living room. That's where he'd been for the past half hour, it was where he was when his phone started ringing ( Read more... )

Danny slipped out of the shower unnoticed, using Casey's presence as a chance to get Lindsay's gifts together before the game. He didn't want them to be late, but at the same time, he wanted her to get the chance to open this stuff before they left. Whistling to himself, he quickly wrapped everything, even the gift that.. okay, y'know, he was ( Read more... )

Danny tossed in his sleep, his hands clenching tightly into the bedsheets. He was used to nightmares, dealt with them on a regular basis. But this one was just vicious.

( he'd be reliving this in his head for days.. )

Danny stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. Lonely in there without Lindsay. She'd been called in early for a case today, which left him waking up to a big cold spot in the bed and enough time to wander around the apartment aimlessly before his shift began at two. He'd already hit the gym and visited his place to pick up ( Read more... )

Danny dug his keys out of his pocket as he stepped out of the elevator. Had been a long day/night at work, not much going on except for the text messages he and Lindsay sent each other while he was watching hours of videotape ( Read more... )

Danny dusted his hands off, stepping back to take a look at his handiwork. An afternoon of rearranging and shoving, all for this: a closet that was half Montana's and half his clothes and junk. He glanced down at the floor where Rex had been sitting the whole time, sighing. "So, buddy, you think she's going to notice? Or should I be thankful she's ( Read more... )

The train ride down to New York was something Danny would rather regret. He'd spent much of it hidden under the Mets hoodie Lindsay had bought him awhile back. Granted, it was hot in there, and even hotter in the city, but with the way he kept looking over his shoulder? He was better off being hot and keeping a low profile, cranky as he was. It ( Read more... )

Danny leaned back against the bar of the club, one arm loosely around Montana's waist. He couldn't decide if he felt overdressed or underdressed in his tight henley and jeans as he watched bodies gyrate on the dance floor, the DJ's music pounding through him. Their time in Vegas was drawing to a close, and surprisingly, he didn't want to leave. ( Read more... )

Danny made his way from the bar to where he and Lindsay were sitting, drinks in hand. The two of them had been headed to their hotel room after dinner when they'd spotted the entrance to a burlesque club behind one of the escalators. He didn't remember which one of them had suggested they try it, but here they were, inside Forty Deuce, watching ( Read more... )

Danny cautiously lifted the shade covering the window and peered out. God, all that blue, but he finally no longer felt like their plane was about to fall out of the sky and crash land somewhere they'd never be found. Then again, he'd stopped feeling that way somewhere over Kansas, when he'd snuck into the bathroom with Lindsay. Probably shocked ( Read more... )