AN Yeah I have this thing with starting this stuff I know ya'll wanna smack me, but I love writing them getting together so there. Anyway unlike my other one shots this will probably be a couple of chapters...it'll just include the one night cause I can't take on another big fic project, I'm still working on the other two. However, this begged to be written...so I did. Read and enjoy.
Summary: Circumstances led her to his door...what comes next?
Circumstances
(c) Dream 2006
David Huffman walked passed Danny, Lindsay and Mac with a smirk. He stretched his arms over his head dramatically and walked, a free man, out of the building. Danny growled something unintelligible and stormed in the opposite direction back to the lab.
Lindsay made to follow him but Mac put a hand on her arm, "You might want to give him space."
Back at the lab, "Shit!" Danny punched his locker then sank down into the bench in front of it.
Lindsay had followed close behind him, yet she hadn't said anything. She lingered at the door not sure if she should go in but somehow unable to bring herself to leave. "We'll get him." She finally said as a way of reassurance to herself as much as him.
"Saying it doesn't mean it'll happen." He said into his hands, "It's just words."
"If we don't say stuff like that the job'll drown us." Lindsay said feeling a little more confident with herself, "You know that."
Standing up abruptly he walked to the door and stopped right in front of her. He was so close she could feel his breath on her face, "I know that bastard killed that kid in cold blood and he walked on a technicality." He got closer to her, "I know that mother who had to be dragged out of here will most likely never recover." He put his hands on her arms and paused for what seemed like forever just hovering there right over her mouth. She licked her lips before he finally spoke, "And I know if I don't get the hell out of here now I'm gonna do something I'll regret."
She watched him walk away. She inhaled slowly then exhaled. She wasn't sure if her heart was racing because of the impact of his words or if it had something to do with how close he was and how lost she got in his eyes. This was ridiculous, she berated herself. He was a co-worker. A highly pissed off co-worker, now was not the time to fall for him or go after him or…
Why was she grabbing her purse and reaching in to get her phone?
He found her standing in front of his building. He had taken the long way home, trudging past many places that he knew would help him drown out the thoughts sailing through his head. He just couldn't do it thought, not this time. Maybe going home was all he needed.
He did not expect to see this.
She was just leaning there sipping a coffee looking slightly haggard and way more appealing then she should have. He pulled his keys out of his pocket and sighed, "There's no use trying to save me Monroe." He eyed her, "I'm not a worthwhile project."
She laughed, "You don't need saving Danny and I don't take on projects outside of work."
Her laugh, her smile, the way she pushed herself away from the wall of his building all threw him for a loop, "Then what are you doing here?"
Reaching into her bag she pulled out a bottle of tequila, "Days like today call for a stiff drink or twelve and I know you have tomorrow off." She said handing it to him.
He accepted the bottle and looked at her, a smile forcing its way onto his lips against his will, "You planning to give me a bottle of tequila every time a suspect pisses me off?"
"Nope," She shook her head, "This is an isolated incident, take it or leave it, it's not happening again."
"Well then," He held the door open, "You better join me."
"Oh I didn't mean," She hesitated, "This is your thing, not mine."
"What?" He smirked, "You afraid of being alone with me Monroe?"
"No it's not that it's…" She trailed off and looked at him.
He stepped into the building but held onto the door, "I don't beg Lindsay, take it or leave it, this invite isn't happening again." He let go of the door and watched her.
AN Honest there will be more...but this cliff hanger grips ya doesn't it? Yeah I'm mean. :)