A/n I don't own anything from CSI/NY. This is a small drabble about Danny's thoughts as he went to Montana to see Lindsay. Spoiler for Sleight out of hand.
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At first, when Mac wanted him to get some rest, he believed his boss was over reacting. Then he saw her outside the lab walking toward him, looking so happy, like she hadn't looked for a long time. He smiled at her, and then his eyes focused, and it wasn't her. Damn it! He really was exhausted, and he felt like he was losing his mind. Why was he seeing her, she was thousands of miles away?
Finally he hit the wall and went home. The strange thing was, when he returned home, all he could think about was his vision of her. He knew that today was the day, she was testifying, and he could only imagine what she was going through. Stella told him why she'd left, and he wished he was with her. In fact, he felt an overwhelming desire to see her again. He couldn't wait. He dropped the keys on the table, then said to himself. "Trust your instincts." His instincts were telling him to go to her, and to go now without stopping to wonder why.
So he went, he fought the horrible traffic to La Guardia, and he bought the first ticket he could get, which was first class. The price didn't stop him, his credit card would get a workout, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was this feeling in his heart that his Montana needed him.
The flight was the longest he'd ever taken, and when it was over, he nearly shouted for joy, like a teenage girl. Bozeman traffic was a dream compared to the madness of New York. It was as if fate was helping him, because he found the court house with no problem.
It was only on the elevator ride to the courtroom, that he began to doubt his feelings, perhaps he was wrong to think Lindsay needed him. She was experienced in court, she knew what it was like to sit on the stand, and give testimony, she was fine. He stopped outside the doors to the courtroom, and stared at them for a moment. What if he went in, and she saw him, and she was angry that he'd come? What if she was happy, maybe that was worse. Could he handle being a shoulder to cry on for her? Why was he here, what did he want?
He argued with himself for what seemed an eternity, and then he put a smile on his face, and opened the door. Once he walked into the courtroom, and saw her face, he knew he was right to come, for she was nearly in tears, and she was faltering. Then she looked at him, and all the stress went out of her face. She gave him a look of such gratitude, that for once in his life he was glad he'd listened to that internal voice.
Everything would be alright now.