Familiar Intrusion
By: ioanhoratio
A/N: This is nothing but pure speculation based on the CTV promo for Life Sentence (which I haven't seen yet, but was described over at DLChem) and the promotional photos. It is spoiler-ish so beware! I don't want to ruin anything for anyone, though we should all keep in mind this is just my imaginings running wild. This is short, but I hope you enjoy!
Lindsay:
The glass exploded around her, shards flying in every direction. Her brow lowered in confusion as people began screaming and running. Images of another room, another round of bullets, another shower of glass, filled her mind and her heart pounded. She couldn't move, overcome with the same fear that had filled her that day. Only this time Danny wasn't with her, this time she couldn't cling to him. She panicked. The smell of whiskey, rum and tequila filled her nostrils and heat spread through her body. Where was Danny? Was he hurt?
Suddenly a powerful force hit her, grabbing her, shoving her, forcing her feet to move. She stumbled, but strong arms held her tightly, then pushed her against the wall and surrounded her. She had been held like this before. The smell of alcohol was gone, replaced by well recognized sterile surroundings.
From inside her warm cocoon the sounds of terror became muffled, nearly drowned out by the heartbeat that sounded so close to her ear. This was how Danny had held her, but it didn't smell like Danny. She knew his scent, his body. This was different. Would this time be different?
Her skin began to tingle as she fought the rise of fear. She tried to move her arm around him, to feel his back but he only tightened his grip. "Not yet Lindsay," he commanded.
"Mac?" she cried, her breath getting lost in the fabric of his shirt.
"It's almost over," he promised, and she believed him.
It should have been awkward, having her body wrapped so firmly against his, her face pressed into his chest, but it wasn't. It was safe, comforting, almost…familiar.
She knew the moment it was over. They slid to the floor, and she moved to pull away but again was stopped. "Hold still," was his simple instruction and she felt, rather than saw, his head move, looking in all directions, ensuring it was truly at an end. Satisfied, his grip loosened slowly.
She brought her head up and had to blink to adjust her eyes. She had only been in the darkness of his hold for a few seconds but it had been long enough that the brightness of the lab struck her.
"Are you alright?" he pressed, his hard gaze moving over her body, his hands now wrapped around her upper arms.
She nodded, her voice still hiding. He looked at her a moment longer before nodding his acquiesce and helping her stand. Once he was certain she was fine he released his hold, and stepped away; trusting his employee to begin the work he needed her to perform.
She stopped him, reaching out desperately and grabbing a fistful of his shirt. His jaw tightened and his gaze snapped to hers. She ignored him, and forced his body to turn, running her shaking hands up and down his back.
It was dry.
She let out the breath she had been holding, and Mac gave her a ghost of a smile over his shoulder before quickly moving away, beginning to shout orders.
Lindsay grabbed the closest box of gloves she could find, and then began helping those who hadn't been as protected from harm as she had been.