Title: Emergency Contact
Pairing; lol,that´s a funny question...D/L all the freakin way!!
Disclaimer: not mine,not mine and Carmine is still not mine...damn!
Spoilers: none
Note: It was late and I came up with story,I couldn´t wait another day to write it down.The title sucked,so my beta Melissa told me I should change it.She rocks,so I did change it.
Please send me some nice reviews.I´m having a crappy day and I need some love :sniff: since I can´t have Danny...damn!
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Who said that living in a big city wasn't stressful? "Like hell it is", I learned by heart. I know it was my choice leaving my sweet Montana to live here and I know it's not like I had a choice. Who knew New York could cause me so much trouble? Trouble that explains why I'm here in this crowded ER, waiting for a young nurse to inject a healing substance in my vain.
Yeah, my life kind of sucks right now.
So, this is what happened. Since I moved to New York, I've been looking for a place to live. I've been dealing with homicides, crazy tigers and more. Besides dealing with a man who does nothing but calling me "Montana" even though he knows my name. How could I not be driving myself crazy? Like I said, living in a big city can and will stress the living shit out of you. Anyways, I was on my way to work very early in the morning, when the sun wasn't even planning to come up, when I made my way into the always crowded subway. All possible strength of my already thin body gave up on me. Yes, I fainted. I could only hear voices and screams and then nothing. That's the last thing I remember before I woke up in here.
"You feel better now, Miss Monroe?" the young nurse asks me.
No, not really. I want to go home.
"A little bit," I lie.
"Good. Do you want me to call somebody? Your boyfriend maybe?" she asks. I shake my head, quickly.
"I don't have a boyfriend."
Yeah, because the only cute guy I've met apparently still thinks my name is "Montana".
"Husband?" I shake my head again. "A friend maybe?" she asks again and I was about to shake my head when I remember. Maybe I could…
"Actually, there is someone you could call."
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The crime scene looked awful and nasty as always. Another murder case and Danny Messer couldn't wait to run away. He loved his job, but this was driving him crazy. He took a closer look at his surroundings. He couldn't find anything but blood and he had to process this all by himself because Montana decided to be late for the first time in five months. Either way, he couldn't be mad at her even if he wanted to. 'She's too adorable,' he thought.
Maybe she was sick…or maybe she was just late.
Two long hours late.
He had a bad feeling about all this. His phone rang and he looked at the screen, hoping it would be Lindsay. He frowned; unknown number. That was weird.
"Messer." The woman on the other line spoke softly and calmly, as if she was talking to a little boy. He walked by a group of detectives and made his way outside where he could pay more attention to the woman talking to him rather than the girl's dead body.
Flack stared at him as he hung up the phone a few minutes later. He looked at the cell phone in his hand and sighed. Don was confused at his friend's attitude.
"You okay, Dan?" Don asked.
"Lindsay's in the hospital," he said, dumbfounded.
"What happened?"
"The nurse didn't say much. Just something about the subway."
"Dan…"
"I have to pick her up." He walked toward his car with slow steps; even if he wanted to walk faster. Just the thought of Lindsay hurt made his whole body run in slow motion. He couldn't even find his damn keys.
"Keep me posted!" Don yelled. Danny nodded and left. Don was worried about his friend. Montana was the only person Danny could and would only think about. If she was badly hurt this would literally kill him.
TBC