Danny felt like he was about to lose his mind. He had already lost his heart, which was probably lying outside in the cold rain where Lindsay had dumped it. Ever since then, he felt alone. Especially right now, sitting on a stool alone in his apartment, hearing the rain tapping against his windows. He couldn't really go anywhere, both because it was raining, and because it was about one in the morning. Being in his apartment wasn't helping either, since everywhere he looked brought painful memories.

He gazed towards his pool table, which he hadn't played on for quite some time now. Every time he went near it, foggy memories of Lindsay riding atop of him would fill his mind. If only he hadn't been drunk, he would be able to remember the moment a lot better. At least Danny still had the memory of waking up with her, remembering how warm her body was, and how right it felt being on top of his. The rest of that day had been hell for him, but that morning he would never forget. And he was still desperately wishing it would happen again, only on a different surface, and under different conditions.

In his bedroom, more specifically his bed brought both bad and good memories. The smell of Rikki was still deeply laced in his sheets and pillows, and no matter how many times he washed them the smell wouldn't fade. Danny briefly thought he was imagining the smell of her still there, but he also suspected his mattress could also be the source of the pleasant odor.

While it is true he doesn't regret having Rikki, he just wished it had been under different circumstances. For instance, not when both were grieving a loss; Rikki for losing Ruben, and Danny for not being able to protect him. Also, not when Danny was already taken, and with someone he saw every day at work. He was acting like the selfish bastard he had been told by others he was, and he only just now realized that. Some smart scientist guy he was.

He had everything, and life was going good, and now, he was alone. Danny sighed, tilting his head forward. He reached in his pocket to use his cell phone. Pressing his contacts list, he searched for Flack. Right now, he really needed someone to talk to. "Come on Don, pick up." Danny pleaded silently to himself.

"Jessica!" Donald Flack groaned grinding his hips against hers.

"Oh, shit Don, I'm so close" Jessica Angell panted out, her entire body tense in her lover's arms.

They were currently at Jessica's apartment, doing a very close impression of a goodbye hug. Don had originally invited Jessica out, as friends, to a new bar that had opened up downtown. The place had great music, cheap prices, and a very cozy atmosphere. After a few drinks and comfortable conversing, Flack had offered to escort his detective friend back to her place. When she venomously replied that she could take care of herself, he simply added that her apartment was probably closer to here than his was, so walking her wouldn't hassle him. She gave in, and the two head towards her place.

It was a miracle that the two of them made it into a bed. As soon as her front door was open, Don pushed her in, slammed the door, and shoved her onto it. Their clothes littered the hallway to her bedroom, article by article, and they toppled on her mattress in a tangle of limbs.

They have been at it for the past thirty minutes, and both were now covered in a thick sheen of sweat. Don was busy thrusting between Jessica's legs, never letting up on either speed or strength. Jessica, however, wasn't doing as much work. She continually raked her nails down his back, occasionally digging them into his ass, and moaning loud enough to wake her other complex tenants. And really, the both of them could care less.

Her nails again dug into the bared flesh of Don's back, carving his skin raw. He only hissed in response, his eyes rolling back into his head as he, once again, picked up the pace. Jessica buried her face in his neck, crying out Don's full name as she tightened oh so deliciously around his shaft. He bit into her neck, muffling his own cry of release.

Flack pulled out and collapsed beside her, exhausted and thoroughly drained. Angell wasn't doing much better, her panting being the only form of communication she could manage. He looked over at her, just as she looked over at him. Don wrapped an arm over her waist, turning her body towards his and reconnecting their lips. Tongue's rubbed against each other, hands began re-exploring, and-

BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ!!!

Don separated he mouth from Jessica, and turned his body to get out of the bed. Jessica groaned in displeasure. "Come on Don, just ignore it. I doubt you'll want to go to work with a boner." Flack ignored her, looking for his pants in the hallway and really hoping it wouldn't be work calling him. When he finally found his pants with a vibrating phone in his pocket, he fished it out and checked the caller ID. MESSER, it read in clear lettering. Sighing, he flipped the phone open and rubbed a hand over his face. "It's Flack, what's up Danny." He wasn't even going to hide the fact that he was both tired, and horny, so Danny sure hear it in his voice and get the hint.

"Hey Don, I wanted to know if you could come over to my place real quick. I really need to talk to someone, man." Danny sound just as tired as Don did, so with a soft sigh he answered, "Yeah, sure. I'll be there in a few." With a click he phone flipped shut and he immediately began gathering his clothes.

"Oh there is no way you are just going to ditch me here Donald." Jessica's voice sounded from her bedroom. "Look Jess, Danny's in need of some serious venting time, ok? Besides, I was only supposed to walk you to your apartment, and I've done well on that agreement already. See you later Jess, hope we can repeat this some other time!"

With that he was out the door, fully dressed, and hailing a cab. The coldness of the night bit at him, but he stuck his arm outward, hailed a cab, and gave the driver Danny's address.

It took about ten minutes for Don to hail a cab and get to Danny's place. However, it took about twenty minutes to get everything off of Danny's chest and into to Flack's mind. Messer was leaning across the table, resting on his elbows, head facing downwards in a slumping motion. Flack was sitting on one of his table stools, holding a mug of coffee that Danny had so generously made him. "I just don't know what do Flack. Why does Lindsay hate me so much?!"

Danny really sounded exasperated. Don might have agreed with him about thirty minutes ago, but since he now knew the story, he only looked at him with disbelief. "Really Danny? You're going to stand there in front of me, and tell me that you don't know why she hates you? Even after you just told me the entire story of how it all happened?" Danny looked back at Don, confusion easily seen through his eyes. Don placed the empty coffee mug on the table, and prepared to slap some sense into this boy.

"Ok, let's see. First, you started blaming yourself for a murder at wasn't your fault. Then, instead of pulling Lindsay, your girlfriend at the time, closer to you, you pushed her away and began ignoring her. And to make things even worse, you slept with a grieving mother, behind Lindsay's back, just so you could feel comfort. Messer, you are one selfish son of a bitch, you know that right?"

Don finished his speech, looking at Danny expectantly. He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Man, I really screwed up didn't I?" Flack could only nod in agreement. "You want some more coffee?" He shook his head this time. "No, I should get going. You need to fix this Danny; it's tearing both you and Lindsay apart."

With that Don stood to leave, and walked himself to and out the front door.