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Late

Danny was in bed, but he was not asleep. He was waiting for her. It had been six months since he traveled across the country to be by her side when she needed him the most. In those past six months, they had been inseparable. It wasn't his doing either, not that he would complain, but this time he let her lead.

He was just on the verge of sleep when he heard her key in the lock. It was her place, but for the past several weeks, he'd spent most nights or days, whenever he slept, at her small studio apartment. It was closer to work. She must have thought he was asleep, because she dropped her purse on the counter and went straight to the shower. For a second he thought about joining her. He rolled over looked at the time, on the alarm clock 11:51. He was getting up...She's in the shower, he thought...Next thing he knew she was climbing into bed next to him. He lifted his head, and looked at the time 12:06. He must have dozed.

"Did I wake you?" She asked, curling up to him.

"Nah." He lied, and kissed her on the head. She smelled of her pineapple shampoo. "You smell good."

"Why thank you." She replied, then lifted her head, and placed the softest kiss upon his lips. His lips responded deepening her gentle kiss, but she pulled back. "Hey there cowboy, you are on call in about..." she glanced at the clock on his side of the bed, "3 hours."

He sat up and kissed her again, rolling her onto her back. She giggled, and allowed him to adore her with his kisses. After a few seconds, she raised up, "How long have you been asleep?"

"Long enough," was his reply, and he captured her lips once again.

At 6:30 the alarm went off. Lindsay peeked one eye open. The alarm was on his side, it stopped ringing, he must of hit snooze. She rolled over, to face him, his eyes were still closed.

She reached under the covers for his hand, and intertwined her fingers with his. Must have been a slow night, she thought, since he is still here and not out processing a scene. After a few minutes of lying there, just holding hands, not even speaking, she got up to use the bathroom. The alarm rang again, while she was gone. He hit snooze again, but he was more awake. It was the void in the bed. He could never sleep well or very long without her beside him now. She emerged from the bathroom, and went to the counter. She was rummaging through her purse for something, he could tell even though his eyes were still closed. Then he heard her swear under her breath.

One eye opened, "Everything okay, Montana," were the first words he spoke to her that morning. She didn't respond at first. So again he said, "Everything okay?"

She let out a sigh and mumbled, "I don't know." She put whatever it was she had dug out of her purse back into it.

He rose up, "What's matter."

She crawled back into bed, and into his arms. Then, half into his chest, she whispered, "I'm late."

Danny turned his head and glanced at the clock, "You don't have to be in till, 8 Monroe, it's not even 7 yet. You have a breakfast date of some kind?" He joked.

She lifted up and looked into his eyes, "Not that kind of late."

Then the alarm went off again. This time she reached over to turn it off. Just as the alarm was silenced, Danny's pager beeped. She handed it to him. "I guess this will have to wait."

This time it was Danny's turn to swear, as he got out of bed.