A/N: The sequel is finally here! The last one was quite angsty, so I promise there will be lots of fluff in good time. Please review and tell me what you think, they are greatly appreciated and it only takes a second!
I will be posting a chapter ever couple of days. :D

Disclaimer: I don't own CSI: NY or its characters. I also don't own the song this fic is named after.

"Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow." - Shakespeare

Danny looked through the window of the cab, staring at all the buildings and people as they whizzed by. He ran a hand through his spiky hair. It had been another hard day, Stella had fallen ill and he'd volunteered to take her shift, so had been working all day and into the evening.

The cab pulled up outside his apartment building, and Danny passed the driver the fare for the journey as he climbed out. The cab driver grunted his thanks, and the cab sped off again.

Danny took the elevator to his floor, and entered his apartment. He threw his keys on the coffee table and collapsed onto the couch. He closed his eyes.

His cell phone started to ring. He reluctantly answered it.

"Messer," he said into the phone.

"Hey Dan, it's Flack!" replied a cheery voice. "You coming out for a beer?" he asked.

"Not up for it, sorry," he quickly replied.

"Come on Danny. Lindsay left over twelve weeks ago, and ever since then you sit and sulk in your apartment, drinking by yourself."

"No I don't!" replied Danny, a twinge of anger present in his voice.

"Don't bother getting angry."

"Who said I was?"

"You have been ever since she left Danny," Flack replied, his tone softer.

Danny paused in frustration. No one really understood him right now. "She left, without a goodbye. Expecting me just to accept it, and wait. She hasn't even called me Flack."

"Lindsay has been through a lot Dan. She needs a bit of time to herself, just like you did when Ruben died," he said simply.

"She should have said something. Anything, before she left. I can't help but be angry," he mumbled.

"Fine. Sulk by yourself. I'll have to stay at home now too. See you at work," he huffed.

Danny heard the click of the phone as he hung up. Rage silently fumed inside him.

They just don't get it.

He had sat, deep in depression the day of the wedding. Stella had then called him, telling him of the incident, and that Lindsay was gone. First he accepted it. But weeks passed, with him not knowing if she was okay or when she would be back. Then he grew angry. Angry that she abandoned him, even though she knew that he loved her, and wanted to be there for her. But she still left.

His deep thoughts were interrupted by the knocking of his door. He chose to ignore it, he was no where in near in the mood to talk to someone. But still the knocking persisted, in loud and quick intervals. He neglected the door for a further five rounds of knocks, until his phone rang. He angrily snatched it from the table, expecting it to be Flack pestering him again. He looked at the caller ID. His eyes widened in shock, showing the whites of his eyes. Lindsay.

It came to him. She was the one knocking on his door.

He stood so fast that he tipped over the coffee table, and his phone drooped to the ground. He ran for the door, and wrenched it open. And there, standing before him, was Lindsay Monroe.

She looked exactly the way she did when she left, he had imagined her to change. A rush of emotions crashed over him. Love, anger, hurt.

"Danny…" she said, taking a step forward.

He stood in total shock, ridged on the spot.

"Linds… you're back…" he managed to say.

"Yes Danny."

"How… where…" he began, before being cut off by Lindsay throwing her arms around him, and hugging him tight. At first he didn't react. But before he knew it, his arms wrapped around her involuntarily. He took in the familiar scent of her perfume, holding her tight to himself. A sharp and livid voice hissed inside his head, " Get a hold of yourself Messer!"

He pulled away.

"Dan, what's wrong?"

"Lindsay… I'm sorry, but we can't," he said, not looking up. "You can't just come back, out of the blue and expect everything between us to be okay."

"Danny, I don't. That's why I left, to give us a break, I told you in the letter-"

"You call that a letter? It was a few lines Lindsay," he snapped.

"You have to understand-"

"No Lindsay, you have to. You hurt me Linds, when you left. For twelve weeks, I didn't know if you were okay, if something had happened to you."

"Hear me out Dan-" she started, but Danny cut through her words again, letting twelve weeks of anger out of his system.

"You didn't even tell me why you left. Stella called to tell me. Why did you leave Gary?"

"Because I wasn't in love with him. He didn't treat me with respect, and he tried to stop me from seeing my friends. I felt trapped in a relationship I didn't want to be in, because he…"

"He what?"

"He had a terrifying temper. And I wouldn't like to imagine what he would do if he found out I was I in love with someone else."

His heart quickened slightly. He knew he was the other person, the one she was in love with. But he checked anyway.

"Me?"

"Yeah. I do love you Danny, and I know you're hurt. But remember, you hurt me too-"

She saw his brilliant blue eyes go steely grey. "Are you ever going to stop throwing that in my face?"

She leaned back slightly in shock, that he would say such a thing.

"No wait! I didn't mean that-"

"It's fine. You're mad at me. That's understandable." He opened his mouth to speak again, but she continued. "Anyway, the team have all arranged to meet up for something to drink, like a reunion. Stella even said she'd come too, even though I hear she's not well. You gonna come?"

"I think I should get to sleep, I've been pulling doubles for two weeks now."

"Okay. I'll call you tomorrow then," she said disappointedly.

"Yeah. Night."

As he shut the door, she stood thinking of their reunion. It was nothing like she imagined, he was distant and aloof with her now. She begged silently in her head that it was not too late to repair their relationship.

Danny slumped onto the couch again, a jumble of thoughts and emotions racing around inside his head. He reached for a worn piece for folded paper from his jeans pocket. He read through it:

Danny,

I'm so sorry. I have to go away for a while, and I don't know when I'll be back. I love you, more than anything. I just hope you'll understand my reasons for doing this.

Lindsay x

She had been through a lot of things in her life so far, and a part of him wanted to cut her some slack. But he was hurt, and they both needed some time to miss each other.