A Food Network chef, Danny definitely was not. And yet here he was in his kitchen, cooking a homemade Italian dinner (okay, so it wasn't all homemade, but some of it was). Ever since Lindsay had gone back to her place, he'd been on the phone with Don, who was helping him stay calm. Because otherwise, he would have been throwing things in ( Read more... )

Danny woke up slowly, blinking his eyes open in the dim light as he tried to get his bearings. So. Here again. He was seriously starting to wonder if it would be cheaper to just move in, since he'd spent more time here than in his own apartment. ..maybe he should try to go home more often.Rolling onto his back, he dug for his glasses and slipped ( Read more... )

Danny knew tequila had been a bad idea. Knew drinking had been a bad idea, and when he couldn't sleep, the beer he had to calm himself was also a bad idea. So, the pounding hangover he had was his own fault. As was this nagging feeling of guilt swirling in his stomach. Maybe the problem was that he couldn't blame anything he'd done last night on ( Read more... )

Oh, it was late. Or early. Or something. Danny was just coming home from working in the lab, where he hoped he'd just gotten the key to his latest case. It wasn't that there was a lot of crime here, no.. it was more that a smaller lab made every case seem bigger and gave him even more to do on his own ( Read more... )

"Hey, you've reached Danny Messer. I can't answer the phone right now, so just leave me a message and I'll get back to ya as soon as I can."

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