kissmesweet
Coroner
From ff.net, last time I posted-- ff.net was screwed up, So I'll paste it here. My penname is all the glitters.
A/N: I just got an idea on this story when I visited my friend’s livejournal and there was a list of things that a perfect guy would do. So, this is my take on it. Danny and Lindsay, of course.
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that appear in this series of drables. Some fluff…
Prologue
Lindsay grabs her letters and her magazine subscriptions as she enters her apartment. She had a tough day. She had just wrapped up a case and was so tired. Not to mention, after the whole debacle with Danny she’s been plain avoiding him.
When she walks in, she swing her handbag on the couch and sets the letter on the counter. She goes into her room and grabs her pajamas, laying them in the bathroom counter and leaving them there so she could change into them after her bath.
She runs her fingers through her hair at the mirror. She looks at herself and told herself that she is a horrible person. She had stood Danny up without even an explanation to him and now she was avoiding him!
She jumps into the tub with the latest Cosmopolitan in her hands. She reaches over and presses play on the stereo. The gentle music of the Corrs plays. She turns to another page and there was an article on 25 Things A Perfect Guy Would Do.
As she lays in the milky bubble bath, all it reminded her of was Danny Messer.
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1. Know how to make you smile when you feel down.
“Hey, how’s it goin’?” Danny asked as he strolled in with a big grin. He was tapping his fingers against the table as he moved closer to her.
Lindsay groaned as she banged her fist against the table and then she exhaled deeply. “Oh, just great! Sam called again.”
He chuckled as he began to go over her files. “You’re still seeing that bore?”
“No,” She tightened her jaw. “Thank God, but he’s still calling me when I told him to piss off. Seven times.”
“Sounds like a stalker, Montana,” Danny chuckled again.
She glared at him. “Oh and my case has no reliable witnesses, no standing evidence or anything! Nada.” She let out a yelp and felt Danny’s arm on her shoulder. Suddenly, she felt strangely hot.
“You’ll find it. You always do, Montana,” He comforted her.
“So what about you, Messer? How’s life for you?” Lindsay asked back, her voice teasing.
He rubbed his palms together and then rubbed his temple. “Finally dumped Cindy.” He said proudly, to no one in particular.
Lindsay gently put her hand on his forearm and smiled sadly. “I’m sorry, Messer.”
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah right.”
She laughed as she leaned back in her chair.
“Well, your case isn’t going anywhere, but you look phenomenal,” He smiled.
So did she. She hit him softly on his arm. “Yeah, where’d you read that from? Your word-of-the-day calendar?”
Initially, Danny looked hurt, but quickly regained himself. “No, I’m sayin’ it for real, Montana.”
She looked at her watch. “I’m off. My shift has just finished.” She turned quickly and grabbed her handbag quickly so he wouldn’t see the ridiculous on her perfect face. The one that wouldn’t go away.
But he did and he chuckled to himself. You’ve got it bad, Messer.
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A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed it and if you did... let me know and if you didn't... LET ME KNOW!! I like reviews... you guys know that. 10 Reviews One Update. It's that simple, baby. I hate it when people read and then--boom! No review. I like to know when I'm appreciated or not. Everyone does. Everyone likes reviews... including me.
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2. Try to secretly smell your hair, but you always notice.
The victim was the husband of a once-happy woman and he was found dead in a neighborhood “couples’ party” where the whole point of the party was to show off their hell-of-a-catch husbands. After the victim was found, the party continued on with Stella and Mac looking around the room where the victim was found.
This was making her squirm a little. Danny’s arm was around her waist and she was beginning to get a little… nervous?
It was Mac’s idea that they two went into the party to question the perhaps-witnesses and it was also his idea that if a “couple” went as a “couple”, they’d get more answers. Hmmm… Is Mac up to something?
Danny’s arm was relaxed on her waist, yet he managed to pull her so close.
He exhaled a little, breathing in her shampoo and conditioner. Sort of banana-y and a little aloe vera or perhaps, minty. Her blondish brown curls fell to her shoulders like perfection.
She turned around slowly and suspiciously, squinting her eyes. “What did you just do, Danny?” Her voice was playful and teasing.
He guessed that she probably knew very well aware of what he had just did, but he wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction just yet. He tapped a couple by their shoulders and began to question away.
“Hey there,” He nodded towards the young couple. “I’m Danny Messer and this is my girlfriend—” He shot her a look. “Lindsay Monroe. We’ve been together for a year now and well, nice to meet you.”
Lindsay relaxed and smiled. “Nice to meet you too.”
Danny turned to her and kissed her on her forehead was the gentlest of kisses and laughed. He wished it was all true. Him and Montana. His Montana.
Stella came over and whacked him on the back of his skull. “Don’t let it get to your head, Danny.”
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3. Sticks up for you, but still respects your independence.
“Mac! I really don’t that that I can be in this case anymore,” Lindsay sighed. “Can I please pull out of this?”
Danny looked over at his boss and the woman he could eventually love if he ever lets it that far. Wait, he already did. He’s fallen for her so hard now and it took him so long to realize that. God, how slow could a guy get?
He heard Mac sigh through the half opened door.
“I don’t know, Monroe,” Mac said. “I trust you to be professional in a case like this, unless there is something you would want to tell me?”
Lindsay shut the door and through the glass walls, Danny could see the interaction between them: Lindsay was rather reluctant to speak, but eventually said something. She then sat back down, looking a little exasperated and she began to bite her nails and she looked at Mac.
Mac was shaking his head in denial of what he had just been told. He nodded after a while and gave her a kind smile.
“What happened?” Danny heard himself demand, as Lindsay came out and he had pulled her gently towards him.
She didn’t saying anything, it wasn’t time to yet. (A/N: This refers to my other story, Haunting and Beautiful.) She extracted herself politely from his arm and flashed him the same smile he’d never get tired of.
He saw her enter her lab and put on her lab jacket, with “ Montana” written on the sleeve. He had wrote it there awhile ago as a practical joke.
He dumped his files on the side and entered Mac’s office. He wanted to find out what had happened.
“Mac?”
His boss turned to him, sighing. “Yes, Danny?”
“Lindsay’s a professional, you know tha’, Mac?”
Mac nodded thoughtfully. “I do, of course. I do.”
Danny nodded and was about to turn away, when Mac’s voice was projected across the room.
“You really care about her, don’t you? Mac asked with an amused smile. “Well, she’ll be happy to know that you stick up for her, wouldn’t she? But I’ve already pulled her out from this case.”
Danny held back a laugh. "How'ja know that I--"
"That you're in love with her? I know everything." He said, simply.
A/N: I just got an idea on this story when I visited my friend’s livejournal and there was a list of things that a perfect guy would do. So, this is my take on it. Danny and Lindsay, of course.
READ AND REVIEW
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that appear in this series of drables. Some fluff…
Prologue
Lindsay grabs her letters and her magazine subscriptions as she enters her apartment. She had a tough day. She had just wrapped up a case and was so tired. Not to mention, after the whole debacle with Danny she’s been plain avoiding him.
When she walks in, she swing her handbag on the couch and sets the letter on the counter. She goes into her room and grabs her pajamas, laying them in the bathroom counter and leaving them there so she could change into them after her bath.
She runs her fingers through her hair at the mirror. She looks at herself and told herself that she is a horrible person. She had stood Danny up without even an explanation to him and now she was avoiding him!
She jumps into the tub with the latest Cosmopolitan in her hands. She reaches over and presses play on the stereo. The gentle music of the Corrs plays. She turns to another page and there was an article on 25 Things A Perfect Guy Would Do.
As she lays in the milky bubble bath, all it reminded her of was Danny Messer.
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1. Know how to make you smile when you feel down.
“Hey, how’s it goin’?” Danny asked as he strolled in with a big grin. He was tapping his fingers against the table as he moved closer to her.
Lindsay groaned as she banged her fist against the table and then she exhaled deeply. “Oh, just great! Sam called again.”
He chuckled as he began to go over her files. “You’re still seeing that bore?”
“No,” She tightened her jaw. “Thank God, but he’s still calling me when I told him to piss off. Seven times.”
“Sounds like a stalker, Montana,” Danny chuckled again.
She glared at him. “Oh and my case has no reliable witnesses, no standing evidence or anything! Nada.” She let out a yelp and felt Danny’s arm on her shoulder. Suddenly, she felt strangely hot.
“You’ll find it. You always do, Montana,” He comforted her.
“So what about you, Messer? How’s life for you?” Lindsay asked back, her voice teasing.
He rubbed his palms together and then rubbed his temple. “Finally dumped Cindy.” He said proudly, to no one in particular.
Lindsay gently put her hand on his forearm and smiled sadly. “I’m sorry, Messer.”
He rolled his eyes. “Yeah right.”
She laughed as she leaned back in her chair.
“Well, your case isn’t going anywhere, but you look phenomenal,” He smiled.
So did she. She hit him softly on his arm. “Yeah, where’d you read that from? Your word-of-the-day calendar?”
Initially, Danny looked hurt, but quickly regained himself. “No, I’m sayin’ it for real, Montana.”
She looked at her watch. “I’m off. My shift has just finished.” She turned quickly and grabbed her handbag quickly so he wouldn’t see the ridiculous on her perfect face. The one that wouldn’t go away.
But he did and he chuckled to himself. You’ve got it bad, Messer.
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A/N: Hope you guys enjoyed it and if you did... let me know and if you didn't... LET ME KNOW!! I like reviews... you guys know that. 10 Reviews One Update. It's that simple, baby. I hate it when people read and then--boom! No review. I like to know when I'm appreciated or not. Everyone does. Everyone likes reviews... including me.
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2. Try to secretly smell your hair, but you always notice.
The victim was the husband of a once-happy woman and he was found dead in a neighborhood “couples’ party” where the whole point of the party was to show off their hell-of-a-catch husbands. After the victim was found, the party continued on with Stella and Mac looking around the room where the victim was found.
This was making her squirm a little. Danny’s arm was around her waist and she was beginning to get a little… nervous?
It was Mac’s idea that they two went into the party to question the perhaps-witnesses and it was also his idea that if a “couple” went as a “couple”, they’d get more answers. Hmmm… Is Mac up to something?
Danny’s arm was relaxed on her waist, yet he managed to pull her so close.
He exhaled a little, breathing in her shampoo and conditioner. Sort of banana-y and a little aloe vera or perhaps, minty. Her blondish brown curls fell to her shoulders like perfection.
She turned around slowly and suspiciously, squinting her eyes. “What did you just do, Danny?” Her voice was playful and teasing.
He guessed that she probably knew very well aware of what he had just did, but he wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction just yet. He tapped a couple by their shoulders and began to question away.
“Hey there,” He nodded towards the young couple. “I’m Danny Messer and this is my girlfriend—” He shot her a look. “Lindsay Monroe. We’ve been together for a year now and well, nice to meet you.”
Lindsay relaxed and smiled. “Nice to meet you too.”
Danny turned to her and kissed her on her forehead was the gentlest of kisses and laughed. He wished it was all true. Him and Montana. His Montana.
Stella came over and whacked him on the back of his skull. “Don’t let it get to your head, Danny.”
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3. Sticks up for you, but still respects your independence.
“Mac! I really don’t that that I can be in this case anymore,” Lindsay sighed. “Can I please pull out of this?”
Danny looked over at his boss and the woman he could eventually love if he ever lets it that far. Wait, he already did. He’s fallen for her so hard now and it took him so long to realize that. God, how slow could a guy get?
He heard Mac sigh through the half opened door.
“I don’t know, Monroe,” Mac said. “I trust you to be professional in a case like this, unless there is something you would want to tell me?”
Lindsay shut the door and through the glass walls, Danny could see the interaction between them: Lindsay was rather reluctant to speak, but eventually said something. She then sat back down, looking a little exasperated and she began to bite her nails and she looked at Mac.
Mac was shaking his head in denial of what he had just been told. He nodded after a while and gave her a kind smile.
“What happened?” Danny heard himself demand, as Lindsay came out and he had pulled her gently towards him.
She didn’t saying anything, it wasn’t time to yet. (A/N: This refers to my other story, Haunting and Beautiful.) She extracted herself politely from his arm and flashed him the same smile he’d never get tired of.
He saw her enter her lab and put on her lab jacket, with “ Montana” written on the sleeve. He had wrote it there awhile ago as a practical joke.
He dumped his files on the side and entered Mac’s office. He wanted to find out what had happened.
“Mac?”
His boss turned to him, sighing. “Yes, Danny?”
“Lindsay’s a professional, you know tha’, Mac?”
Mac nodded thoughtfully. “I do, of course. I do.”
Danny nodded and was about to turn away, when Mac’s voice was projected across the room.
“You really care about her, don’t you? Mac asked with an amused smile. “Well, she’ll be happy to know that you stick up for her, wouldn’t she? But I’ve already pulled her out from this case.”
Danny held back a laugh. "How'ja know that I--"
"That you're in love with her? I know everything." He said, simply.
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