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Montana's Broken Heart
What if Danny and Lindsay met before CSI: New York?
Lindsay Monroe was walking with her parents through Central Park on her first visit to New York City. Lindsay was eight at the time and was very small. She had beautiful brown, curly hair that she always wore down and she had even more beautiful green eyes. On that day, January 20th, it was cold so she was dressed in a cute little purple dress, pale purple boots, a purple coat lined in white fur, with matching purple hat and mittens.
As they walked through the park, they stopped to look at the fountain and watch some kids play in the deep snow.
"Lindsay, do you want to play?" her dad asked.
"No, my legs are cold. Can we go skate now?" Lindsay pulled her mom's hand.
"Ok but we need to go to the hotel to change and grab your skates," her mom replied.
"Thanks mom. Why couldn't daddy come?" Lindsay asked as she slipped her coat and pulled on her skates. Lindsay's skating outfit was pale blue and very glittery. Her hair was pulled back in a bun and tied with a blue ribbon.
"He had to go to his meeting. He brought us on his business trip honey."
"Oh yeah, can I go skate now?" she asked as she grabbed her bag and handed it to her mom.
"Yes, my little Montana." As her mom said this she kissed Lindsay's forehead and Lindsay took off.
On the rink in Times Square at the time, there was only a boy and his dad and Lindsay. The boy was playing hockey with his dad.
Lindsay started her routine off very well. She played her song in her head as she perfectly executed each jump and trick. As she skated, the boy stopped to watch.
"Not that is amazing. I wish, no, why can't baseball players do that? Shy do I have to play hockey?" the boy asked his father. The boy wasn't tall of to short, had glasses, reddish-blondish hair and spoke with a Boston accent.
"You are a real boy not a fem-boy."
"Dad, that's not fair."
"I don't care Danny Messer. You are going to play hockey in the winter and hockey in the summer. That's what real Boston boys do."
"Yeah but we have to come all the way from Boston to New York so I can play hockey. I don't even like hockey."
"I don't care. I'm going back to our apartment. Practice for another hour. Then you can come up." His dad skated off and gave Lindsay a dirty look.
Lindsay looked at the boy as she skated toward her mom. She was scared of the boy's father as he skated towards them. He gave her another really evil look before leaving the rink.
"Mom, can I talk to the boy?" Lindsay asked still watching the boy. Now he was skating sadly around in a circle around the net.
"I wouldn't but he looks like he needs a friend. So it's your…" Lindsay was already skating towards him.
"Hi, I'm really sorry about what happened. Oh, I'm Lindsay by the way, Lindsay Monroe."
"Thanks, I am Danny Messer. You don't need to be sorry. I need to be sorry. I can't yell at my dad like that." Danny kept his head down as he spoke.
"Hey, at least your dad is around."
"What do you mean?" Danny asked, finally picking up his head.
"My dad works for the government, so he is always taking business trips. I only came on this one because I begged to get out of Montana. I'm sick of staying in one place and never seeing my dad."
"You're from Montana?"
"Yep, a really small town in Montana. I don't really know the name. It is really long and hard to say."
"I'm from Boston, Massichuit."
"Massachusetts?"
"Yeah, I can't say it wall. How old are you?"
"Eight!"
"Me too! Are you in the third grade?"
"Yeah, I just started to learn how to write better."
"Cool, I haven't been in school for awhile. My dad said hockey is more imporent."
"I like how you talk. It is cute."
"Thanks."
"Hey mom, can I give Danny our address and phone number?"
"Honey, why?"
"I want to write to him. I like him. He is my new friend."
"Ok."
Later, after helping Danny practice, Lindsay and her mom walked him home.
"I hope your father isn't to mad at you. I am sorry but I think that we should let you walk the rest of the way home alone," Lindsay's mom said grabbing Lindsay's hand.
"No, please meet my family. My dad isn't all that bad. He just doesn't like my fighting against hockey. He grew up in Detroit, Michigan with hockey, hockey, and more hockey." As Danny said this, a woman walked out of his apartment building.
"Danny! Your aunt is waiting to take you to meet Todd Campbell. Who are these people?
"They are my friends. I met them at the rink today. Lindsay and Marie, this is my mom."
"Nice to meet you two. You are welcome to join us. It would probably please Danny. He really hasn't been happy since we came here." Danny's mom played with her son's hair.
"Sorry but we need to meet up with her dad. We are going to see the Statue of Liberty."
"That's so cool. I wish my parents would take me to see the Statue of Liberty," Danny whispered into Lindsay's ear
"I wish I could bring you. Can we see each other again?" Lindsay asked.
"Yeah, hopefully soon." Danny started to walk into the building but Lindsay grabbed his hand. She pulled him back and kissed his cheek.
Lindsay and her mom took a cab back to their hotel. There they met Derek Monroe to go to the Statue of Liberty.
"Dad, I met a really nice boy today. His name is Danny and I really like him."
"That's nice honey. Oh, can you take Lindsay home tomorrow?"
"Why?"
"Lindsay needs to be back in school and I need to get back to Washington DC."
"But daddy, don't you want to meet Danny?"
"I can't unless we meet tonight. I have to go back to Washington DC. The Senate must meet."
"Daddy," Lindsay cried. She leaned over to her mom and cried even harder.
"Lindsay! You know that we can come back some other time."
"Yeah, I know but I wanted to see more places and see Danny more."
"It's alright. You can talk to Danny all the time. You have his address and phone number."
"Thanks mom."
The boat came to a stop at the harbor two hours later and they headed back to their hotel. Lindsay ran in and called Danny's apartment.
"Hello, is Danny Messer there?"
"Who is this?" a male voice asked.
"Lindsay Monroe."
"Why are you calling for my son and how do you know him?"
"I met him at the rink, we are friends and I want to talk to him."
"How old are you?"
"Eight."
"Ok, Danny, Lindsay wants to talk to you."
"Lindsay?" Danny asked.
"Hi, what are you doing tonight?" Lindsay asked.
"I have to practice some more and then I am free. But I need to be home by five. I have to go to bed at eight."
"Hey, do you practice soon?"
"In an hour, why?"
"I am going to ask my mom if I could come. Mom, can I go skating?"
"Yes, when hun?"
"An hour."
"Ok."
"I can go skating. I'll see you in an hour."
The rink was empty again in Time Square, when Lindsay arrived. She waited twenty minutes before Danny arrived.
"Danny!" Lindsay ran and hugged him. As she did he winced.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm fine."
"Good, I am not here to skate but to tell you that I am going to leave tomorrow. I came to say good-bye."
"You're leaving? Why?"
"My parents want me to go back to school."
"We'll talk all the time, right? Like, I won't not be able to?"
"You mean you will be able to right?"
"Yes!" At that Danny and Lindsay parted ways.
