Author: Dragonfly (TBD)

Rating: T

Pairing: Danny/Lindsay

Spoilers: Set right after 507 "Dead Inside"

Disclaimer: None of these wonderful characters are mine.

A/N: After last week's episode this thought just wouldn't leave me alone. I'm glad we got a little more DL but I still can't seem to drop the angst. Maybe when we get more love on the show my writing will be lighter too.

Thanks to SallyJetson for the beta.

Secrets:

She didn't know why but she had become obsessed with the secret keeper website. Maybe it was because she saw all of those situations day in and day out, or maybe it was just society's creepy fascination with needing to know the inner workings and drama of other people's lives. Either way she now checked the website religiously.

She would chuckle, or smile, or be saddened by others people lives, always glad that they weren't her own, that she did not have the same drama and problems, that her life was far from a daytime soap. True Danny and she had been on the rocks, true he had pushed her away after Ruben's death, but that was his need to heal and now he was back and they were better than ever, well almost, it was getting better anyway.

She clicked to check the newest secrets of those so desperate for communication, for atonement and amends. Many of the secrets involved detailed, artistic creations, some were simple photographs, words marring their glossy surface, but it was a plain handwritten note that caught her attention. No pictures, or drawings just words hurriedly scribbled on a postcard and mailed without a further thought, words written in a script she knew, a script she knew too well.

"I killed a ten year old boy.

Killed him before his time.

I betrayed his friendship,

Betrayed his memory.

I slept with his grieving mother.

Slept with her to relieve the pain.

I betrayed her friendship,

Betrayed her trust.

I cheated on my girlfriend.

Cheated and she doesn't know.

I betrayed our friendship,

Betrayed her love,

And now she can never know

Now she must never know."

Her eyes remained locked on the screen, her heart breaking with each word as she continued to read the verse, words repeating, words entangling together, but never losing their meaning.

She searched her desk, found another postcard. Her pen flew over the page, engraining her thoughts as the emotions rushed to the surface, tears staining the page, smudging and distorting her words, yet her message remained clear.

"I fell in love with a man,

Gave him my whole heart.

I fell in love with this man,

Right from the start.

I fell so far for this man,

Thought he loved me too.

I fell blindly for this man,

Yet he played me for a fool.

I fell heartbreakingly for this man,

And I don't know what to do.

I slept with this man,

And now I grieve for two."