Title: Mr. and Mrs.
Category: CSI: NY
Rating: K+
Genre: Romance
Pairing: Don Flack/Lindsay Monroe
Prompt: Lace
Word Count: 527
Summary: What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas... for now.

Mr. and Mrs.
-Drabble-

Lindsay stared out at the bright and brilliant view from the large window of the Hotel room; lights of all colors, buildings of all shapes and sizes, chance and excitement screaming out at her from every inch of her sight. "You know, I've never really been to Vegas before... I heard it has a great Crime Lab," she said thoughtfully.

Sprawled across the bed in his black work pants and his white undershirt, arms crossed behind his head, he grinned over at her. "You thinkin' of transferrin'?" he teased, lifting a brow.

Turning toward him, she leaned against the window with a smile. "Only if the others don't take the news well." Crossing the room, she sat down next to him, wrapping her hand around his. "At least we know there are options. New York may be the best lab, but second best isn't bad."

He laughed, shaking his head. "Arrogant, are we?"

Half-smirking, she laid down next to him, propping her head up with her hand. "My husband must be rubbing off on me."

Rolling onto his side, he lifted her hand to his mouth, kissing the top lightly. "Must be."

She stared at him a long moment, taking in all the plains of his familiar face, the bright blue of his eyes, the curve of his half-smirk and the warm, comforting way he just looked at her... "This is crazy, you know," she murmured.

He nodded. "Probably."

She shook her head, eyes wide. "Stella is going to scream my ear off when we get back..."

"And I'm 90% sure Danny'll take a shot at me." He shrugged, unconcerned.

Sliding closer, she turned over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling, drawing his hand onto her stomach to play with his fingers. "You know, when I imagined our wedding, which I did, once or twice..." Her lips twitched with amusement over the confession. "I always thought I'd be in white lace and... there wouldn't be an Elvis impersonator."

Don nodded, eyes narrowed with thought. "You regret it? Not having the lace?" He tried to keep his expression neutral but she knew him well enough to tell that their quicky nuptials not going as she planned worried him.

Turning her head, she stared at him. "No... Not even a little bit."

He grinned then, reaching for her and drawing her over until she was lying on top of him. He tucked her hair behind her ears and stroked her cheeks affectionately. "Good. Me neither." He ran his hands down her back, stroking up and down her spine, slowly lifting her shirt so he could trace her skin. "So whaddya wanna do now, Mrs. Flack?"

Lindsay grinned. "I have an idea or two..." She quirked a brow. "You up for it, Detective?"

"For you?" He smirked. "I'm up for anything."

And in the city that never slept, where what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, Don and Lindsay Flack set out to celebrate the beginning of a new part in their relationship. What would happen when they returned to New York would have to wait until Monday. They had the whole weekend to enjoy their honeymoon.