Adam Ross nursed the glass of scotch in front of him. The place was crowded but he barely heard any of it.
He didn't even know why the hell he was in a place like this so soon after...
Taking another gulp of his drink he heard a laugh filter through the crowd that he knew. Looking in the direction it came from, he felt his mouth go dry.
Fumbling for his phone, he hit the speed dial.
Danny Messer stepped into the bar. Ross had told him he needed to get there quick. He told Adam he was on duty, but Adam said that may be a good thing.
Unconsciously he glanced over his shoulder at the windows of the bar, not really knowing what he was looking for, but just checking anyway.
That's when he heard it. That laugh. Her laugh. Pushing his way through the crowd, he made his way to her.
"Get your fucking hands off my wife," he growled in a low voice.
The man in front of him turned around, his hand still on the woman's shoulder, "Excuse me?"
Pushing his jacket aside revealing his badge and gun, "Get your hands off my wife."
"Danny..." Lindsay gasped, using her hands and the bar to turn herself to look at him.
Pushing past the guy, who started protesting, he went to her touching her face.
"I'm sorry...." she started sobbing.
"It's okay," he assured her, kissing her forehead, "Where's your wheelchair, baby?"
"Over there," she whimpered.
Scooping her up, he pushed their way through the crowd.