A/N: Here is a new story. I planned to write and upload it this time last week, but last Saturday morning my younger sister had a seizure and was rushed to hospital, so obviously, my mind was on other things. But here it is!

Just be aware that some language may be a bit English, because I am trying to use American terms, but, after all, I am a full-blooded English! So just bear with me!

Disclaimer: Don't own, wish I did!


Lindsay was testing some evidence for blood in the layout room with her boyfriend Danny, when her cell phone rang. She picked it up, looked at the caller ID, shot a cautious glance at Danny, and then answered her phone. Danny tried to continue working, but couldn't help eavesdropping on Lindsay's end of the conversation:

"Monroe."

"Hi Detective Andrews."

She giggled nervously.

"Alright. Hiya Morgan."

"Yes, I know."

"Yes."

She shot a nervous glance over her shoulder at Danny, who pretended to be engrossed in his work. Satisfied, she turned back and continued her conversation.

"Yes, he is."

Danny was curious now. Who was she on the phone to? He didn't know anyone called Detective Andrews, and he didn't remember partnering him on any cases they had. Then he had an awful thought, that he tried to dismiss from his mind, but remained there, niggling at him. Taunting him. Could she be cheating on him? Is that why she didn't want to go out to dinner with him? Why is she dating him now? How could he not have noticed? He continued listening to the conversation worriedly.

"No."

Lindsay said it so forcefully, that Danny nearly jumped in surprise, but he started getting nervous when he carried on listening.

"I've told you before Morgan. I am not telling Danny. It would kill him to know what I did. What I'm doing."

Danny, by now, was really worried. Could she really be cheating on him? Then his worst fears seemed to be confirmed.

"I won't tell him Morgan. I thought we agreed that this would be a secret. Just you and me."

"Yes, I know I told Stella, but that's different. She's a woman, and she reacted differently to how Danny will if I tell him. I've got to go."

She put down the phone and turned back to Danny, who had a thunderous look in his eyes. Lindsay felt herself starting to tremble, and refused to let herself remember. But what happened next terrified her. Danny approached her, fists clenched, and said slowly, "I'm going to ask you this once. Are you cheating on me?"

Lindsay continued to shake as she tried to back herself into a corner. But Danny continued to follow her.

"N-N-N-No," she stuttered.

"Are you absolutely sure?" he asked her.

"Y-Y-Yes, I'm s-s-s-sorry." She then tried to get past Danny, and in her haste to get out, she nearly ran into Stella.

"Hey kiddo, what's the matter?" she asked gently, but Lindsay threw one last terrified look at Danny and scarpered, presumably to the locker room.

"What did you do to her?" asked Stella angrily. To her, Lindsay was like a little sister, and would do anything to try and protect her.

"I heard her talking to some guy called Detective Andrews, and, well, I think she might be cheating on me."

Stella looked confused. "Detective Andrews?"

"Yeah," he replied. "Why?"

Stella glanced down at her watch to see what the date was, and then swore under her breath. "Oh no. Danny, you idiot! Lindsay wasn't cheating on you! In fact, it was quite the opposite. She doesn't have any explaining to do. In fact, you should be apologising to her, okay?"

Danny frowned. "Why?" he asked, confused.

"That's for Lindsay to tell you, if she's ready, okay? But don't push her. She's in the locker room. I'll cover for you both if Mac comes looking for you."

Danny nodded, and headed off to the locker room.


"Lindsay?" he asked, as he cautiously entered the room, causing Lindsay to look up quickly and start looking for a way to escape.

"Hey, Linds, slow down, please?" Danny tried to reach out for her, but she just drew herself back quickly. Danny took the hint and sat down on one end of the bench, leaving Lindsay enough room to sit as near or far from him as she wanted. Lindsay sat down not too far away, but just out of Danny's reach. She was obviously scared, and Danny didn't know why.

"What was the conversation about earlier?" he asked, and Lindsay immediately responded, saying, "I'm not cheating on you."

Danny nodded, so Lindsay relayed the conversation to him, and suddenly things seemed a bit clearer.


"Monroe."

"Hi Lindsay."

"Hi Detective Andrews."

"Now, how many times have I told you? You don't live in Montana anymore. You can call me Morgan now."

"Alright. Hiya Morgan."

"It's been five years exactly now."

"Yes, I know."

"Do you keep thinking about what happened?"

"Yes."

"Why are your answers so short? Is Danny there?"

"Yes, he is."

"Have you told him yet?"

"No."

"Why not? You can trust him."

"I've told you before Morgan. I am not telling Danny. It would kill him to know what I did. What I'm doing."

"Yeah, and it would kill him even more to be hearing this conversation and not know what you're talking about."

"I won't tell him Morgan. I thought we agreed that this would be a secret. Just you and me."

"And Stella. Don't forget you told Stella."

"Yes, I know I told Stella, but that's different. She's a woman, and she reacted differently to how Danny will if I tell him. I've got to go."


Danny felt awful. Whatever they were talking about must have been extremely painful for her.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked carefully, to which Lindsay nodded, and took a deep breath, preparing to relive, once again, the worst year of her life.

A/N: I was going to make this a one-shot, but I'm too tired to do the next bit justice, so, depending on how many reviews I get, I might finish it off in another chapter, but you'll all have to review for that to happen! (HINT HINT!)

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