Danny bit his lip, turning his phone off and setting it on his desk. His fingers idly twirled it around in circles as he leaned back in his chair, lost in thought. The weekend had been too short, though he'd known it would be. It always was. At least he had his business trip coming up with Montana to take his mind of what happened.. and what ( Read more... )

Danny was in deep shit. Totally. If Lindsay ever found out what he'd done..

( He always got in trouble when he drank.. )

Danny grinned over at Lindsay. He'd gotten off work a little early and picked up Thai food before getting back to their her place, wanting to spend more time with her before Don got here. The two of them had decided to just stay home, catch a few of the procedural crime dramas on television and make fun of them. Nothing quite like laughing over ( Read more... )

Danny couldn't believe how empty his apartment looked. Okay, so he hadn't been sleeping there for a few days weeks, but honestly? It didn't even really look like he'd stayed there recently. Figures ( Read more... )

The phone was ringing. Driving him nuts, and Danny knew it was his and not Lindsay's. Growling softly, he peeled himself away from Montana and answered in a low voice. "'lo?" Great, there'd been an emergency, which meant there was a scene, which meant he'd be off to work with only three hours of sleep after coming home late last night ( Read more... )

Home at last. Danny needed a breather, from work, from everything. His eyes were nearly crossing from working on his latest case, so he did what anyone would do, right? Got a beer and called his ex-boyfriend best friend for a laugh. Plus, he figured he still owed Don for Sunday, when he just kind of hung up on the man when his girl showed up at the ( Read more... )

Danny leaned back in his chair at the lab, checking the time before dialing Mac's number again. Not stalking him, just wanted to check in with him before he chickened out once again. Since Lindsay was busy, this was the perfect time.

( Phone call with Mac )

This is how Sundays should be, Danny thought. Lounging around in nothing but jeans, not even a beater today, the tv on low in the background as he spoke on the phone. Or argued, more like it, but it was one of those friendly arguments and not one of those ones where people were calling each other names and accusing each other of terrible things. ( Read more... )

Danny sighed softly as he glanced over at the clock in his SUV, his fingers sliding down the center console to switch the song on his iPod. The Killers. Nice. He knew they had plenty of time to get Lindsay to the train station, but he found himself dreading it. C'mon, she was the only person he really knew well, that was why. Couldn't be because of ( Read more... )

Danny shivered as he crawled out of bed. God, wasn't it spring yet? He was more than ready for warm weather. Though to be honest, the cold weather was tolerable if it kept a certain someone in the bed with him. It was just the cold drive to work he had problems with. Going outside, swinging a baseball bat or throwing a frisbee, anything to be ( Read more... )