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He stood over her, breathing fiercely, "This is all your fault Lindsay." He lowered the knife down to her throat, "I don't know if I should kill you now... or have my fun with you…" He drew his knife across Lindsay's face, barely touching her skin.
Danny closed the door to his apartment, locking it behind him. He saw Lindsay's jacket neatly hung over a chair. "She must be here" he mumbled, smiling slightly as he removed his jacket. It wasn't unusual for Lindsay to crash at Danny's apartment when she was working such crazy night hours. Suddenly he heard a noise in the bedroom. It sounded like Lindsay.
"Montana? You alright?" He drew his gun out of his holster, quietly walking to the bedroom. As he came closer he heard her voice,
"No! Don't touch me! NO!"
That tipped him off. He flung open the door, to see Lindsay tangled up in the blankets, kicking and screaming at someone who, wasn't there. Danny put his gun away and walked over to the nightmare induced Lindsay.
"Hey- Lindsay, wake up" He touched her shoulder lightly, she lashed out at him, still dreaming. "Whoa! Easy wildcat. Wake up Lindsay!" He shook her a little harder, and Lindsay sat up very quickly, almost knocking Danny over.
"GET OFF OF ME!" Lindsay said, and then looked around. "Wait…"
Danny laughed and sat on the side of the bed, "That must have been some dream Montana." He brushed her tousled hair off her face.
Lindsay looked around, confused, trying to keep herself from crying. "It seemed so real… like it was happening all over again…"
"What was happening?" Danny looked into Lindsay's brown eyes, showing complete concern.
Lindsay thought for a moment before swinging her legs over the side of the bed to get up, "It was nothing. Just a dream" she sighed and stood, looking back at Danny, who didn't look totally convinced. "Did you just get in?"
Danny got up as well, "Yea. Crazy day, I'm sure you'll be busy tonight. I'll make you some coffee." He walked into the kitchen, as Lindsay found something to wear.
If she doesn't want to tell me now, I'm sure it will come out sometime. Danny thought as he flipped the 'on' switch on the coffee maker. Lindsay walked into the kitchen, dressed and putting on her police badge.
"So it's pretty bad over there?" Lindsay asked as she grabbed a coffee mug, handing it to Danny. He nodded and took the coffee mug from her, looking into her eyes again, but didn't say anything.
Lindsay sighed, "I'm fine Danny. I just had a bad dream."
"Okay Lindsay. I'll believe you this time" He slid his hand around the back of her neck and kissed her forehead gently, "I'm just worried about you – okay? These hours aren't helping you much." He released her to pour her coffee.
"They really are crappy hours. But this is the last week of them." She looked at Danny as he poured the coffee. He cares so much. I can't tell him anything about that case. It would just worry him more. Danny handed the mug of steaming coffee to Lindsay. She set it on the counter and wrapped her arms around Danny. She needed his arms around her to comfort her.
"I promise I'll take you out to dinner once you're done this week." He mumbled into her hair. Lindsay nodded slightly. Suddenly her watch started beeping. She sighed and released herself from Danny.
"I better get going." She grabbed her coat and headed for the door. Danny started walking toward the bedroom. Suddenly Lindsay turned around, "Messer!" Danny turned and looked at her, "I think I'm falling in love with you." He smiled and walked over to her, taking her in his arms again.
"Good" he whispered in her ear. "Cause I've been in love with you for awhile" he kissed her gently, and then shooed her out the door. "Go solve some murder cases!" he said as she stepped into the elevator. Lindsay smiled at him as the elevator doors closed.