a/n: i am not sure, but i feel a 2nd part in here, let me know
Lindsay pushed her way into Danny's apartment building, flashing her badge to one of his neighbors, ignoring the funny looks from his neighbors. She pushed the door to the stairwell open, ignoring the elevator, her rage and nerves pushing her to the 4th floor. She walks down the hall, her firm clicking steps of her heels faltering once when she sees Rikki's door but she ignores it and stands in front of Danny's door.
KNOCK KNOCK
Danny pushes himself off the couch, rubbing his 4 day beard and wonders who it could be at the door. He doesn't even look, figuring it's Flack, back to verbally assault him once again, as if Danny hadn't already said the same things to himself.
KNOCK KNOCK
"Hold your horses, Junior! Jesus H. Chri-Lindsay? W-what are you doing here?"
Lindsay looks up, eyes brimming with tears, shaking so hard that she can't stop. Her eyes roam his face, the pain, the fear, and the love in her eyes, first two shining so much brighter than the last one.
"Danny. I-umm, God, how can you still DO this to me?! Why can't I just go, its like my feet are stuck to the pavement, & I can't break free. I just keep telling myself I am better off, that you can't just leaving me hanging on!"
Danny looks at her, setting his mouth firmly, knowing she deserves better than he can ever be, and he shrugs, quietly he says.
"What do you want me to say, Montana? I'm no better than where I came from, my Dad was a perfect role model for this situation. God knows I am a dumb bastard for messing what we had up, but move on. You don't want me. I've done nothing but cause you anguish."
Lindsay's hand flies out on its own accord, her palm landing with a loud crack against his cheek. His head turns, and he looks at her, and then looks down, ashamed of himself, that he brought this woman to that point.
"Damn it, Danny!! How is it possible that you still get to me?! God, I came here to talk, and I jus- I don't know! Never mind."
Lindsay spins on one heel and turns, using all of her physical and emotional strength to walk steadily to the elevator, refusing to look back at him.
Danny leans against the doorframe, a solitary tear sliding down his face, followed by a 2nd. He swallows hard, resisting the urge to follow her, beg her on his knees to forgive him, to allow him to prostrate himself at her feet for all time. He watches her get into the elevator, and her turn once she is inside so he can see her & the smudging of her make up, as tears fall, silent, her arms wrapped around her stomach. The door shuts and he slams his fist into the doorframe, and slams the door shut, leaning against the door, one last tear falling, & burying itself in the growth of hair on his face.
A/N: So i have posted a few short stories and gotten little response, please let me know if you like it or not, its a little discouraging...