Author's Note: I don't own CSI: New York or Danny or Lindsay. If I did, Danny would be on display in some sort of hot guy museum. Also, this story starts at Christmas, but the majority of it will take place in the weeks and months following the holiday season. Enjoy!

Christmas was a time to let loose. Spend a little more than you should, eat a little more that you should, party a little more than you normally would, and drink a little more than you normally would. It was the last two things that had Lindsay Monroe sneaking out of someone else's house at 4:30 on a Sunday morning.

The first thing Lindsay noticed when she woke up was that she had consumed way too much alcohol the night before. The second thing she noticed was that someone's arm was draped around her middle. After the pounding in her head had lowered itself to a mild throbbing, she rolled over and allowed her eyes to focus on the face of the man next to her.

Lindsay knew that waking up in another person's bed was bad, but waking up in the bed of a co-worker was even worse. She quickly realized that she had absolutely nothing on and that escaping from this disturbing situation would involve a scavenger hunt for her clothes. As quietly as possible, she extracted herself from his arms and started to search for her belongings. Her black halter dress was found quickly. The rhinestone pendant winking at her like a lighthouse signals sailors. As she hastily threw it on, she managed to find one of her shoes and her panties on the stairway leading to the main floor. As she stepped off the last step she tripped over her other shoe, silently praying that he wouldn't wake up. Monday morning would be awkward enough; she didn't need a home-base confrontation. She saw her purse in the glow cast from the porch light and grabbed it on her way out the door.

As soon as Lindsay reached the busy street nearby, she hailed a taxi. She desperately needed to get away from here. She would deal with Danny on Monday.

The sun's glare woke Danny on Sunday morning. He immediately noticed that Lindsay was no longer lying next to him. And judging from the lack of heat on that side of the bed, she had been gone for quite a while. In fact, the only clue that she had been there at all was her hair clip on the bedside table. As he got out of bed and ran his shower, he wondered how Monday would play out.

I hope you all liked it. I know where this story is going; it's getting there that's difficult. If you have any ideas, I would love to hear them. I'm a review addict, so please review.