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WARNING: VERY DARK ANGSTY

A/N: based a on prompt from 15minuteficlets on yahoogroups 'So, here's the challenge - take a character that you truly, honestly love and show them doing something wrong or doing something for the wrong reason.'

She woke and had no idea where she was. She was naked, her body hurt like hell, and she had a huge hangover. She rolled over in the unfamiliar bed and saw a man who she had never seen before passed out naked. She felt dirty, very dirty.

Holding back the urge to vomit and cry all at the same time, she gathered her clothing as quietly as she could, and made her way into the dump of a bathroom. The stench made her alcohol sensitive stomach want to come up but she fought it back down again.

She looked in the mirror and was ashamed at what she saw looking back at her. She had a huge hickey on the side of her neck that she knew she would not be able to cover up with makeup. Her makeup and mascara was streaked from the sweat and alcohol oozing out of her pores. She had vicious bite and scratch marks all over her body. She could still feel the semen sticking between her thighs.

Oh Jesus, that means we didn't use a condom! She gasped at the realization, the tears that threatened to fall finally spilling over. She had to get out of here. She pulled on her clothes as quick as she could, scrubbed her face and ran for the door.

"Where do ya think you're going, Miss Monroe?" she heard a voice come from behind her.

"I ugh, I've got to get to work," she gasped out as fast as she could, then turned on her heel and walked out the door, trying to determine where she was.

After realizing the direction she had to go to get home, she got there as fast as she could. She went upstairs took a shower, scrubbing her body as clean as she could, trying to scrub away the lingering memories of another man besides Danny touching her, showing her the affection he hadn't shown in months. Her mind was to muddle from all the alcohol to tell him no, that she didn't want too.

She pulled on a turtleneck to hide the hickey, and long sleeve jacket to hide the marks on her arms. She robotically went to work, hoping she would be stuck on paperwork duty, but to no avail.

"Ya alright there Monroe?" Flack asked as he led her out to the car to go talk to a suspect.

She just nodded her head in agreement, bowing her head.

He didn't believe her but who was he to say anything?

"Well, Miss Monroe," she heard the voice again; she looked up to see the guy from her indiscretion.

"What, ah, what…" she stuttered out.

Flack noticing her uneasiness "Is there somethin' I could help ya with buddy?" he intervened.

"Just returning somethin' the little lady left behind last night," the guy said arrogantly casual, holding up a pair of Lindsay's things between his fingers.

She was mortified, she couldn't breathe, the world began to spin, and then it went black.

"Montana!" she heard Danny's voice. "Montana, baby open up your eyes for me."

"Danny?" She opened her eyes to see him leaning over her holding her hand, as she was being pushed into an ambulance.

"I'm so sorry," she gasped as she began crying, "I didn't mean too."

"Its okay baby," he soothed, kissing her forehead, "Well get through whatever happened."

He didn't know exactly what happened, but he knew she was acting weird all day, he knew he had been turning her away for months, he knew Flack called him just before she passed out and that Flack threw the phone catching her. He knew when he got down stairs he wanted to beat the shit out of the son of a bitch who was standing over her leering at her, prominently showing her underwear to the world. He knew that when he pulled her turtleneck back she had a huge hickey on her neck and the guy holding her underwear looked awfully damn proud of himself. After checking her pulse, he walked over to the guy, grabbed him around his neck and told him to forget whatever happened, and to never come near her again, until Mac and Flack pulled him off the guy.

"Danny," she gasped out, "I don't think we, uh, we used a condom."

He closed his eyes for a minute, 'you helped this happen, you are gonna help her through it.'

"I love you Montana," he whispered, kissing her forehead again, pulling her into him.