Danny Messer was happy and nothing could take away from the fact. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, he had managed to find a seat on the subway and the case that had sat on his desk for the past six months had finally been solved. Thanks to a criminals inability to stay out of trouble, meaning his DNA had finally been added to the database.

He smiled, the family of the young girl killed had been very happy to hear the news he had given to them and it seemed that the rest of the world was smiling too. Today was to nice to be unhappy and miserable.

"Hi Messer," Danny nodded in acknowledgement to the hot dog vendors call, "How've you been?"

"Alright mate, you?"

"As good as I can be. And how's that pretty wife been?"

Danny's grin widened as he thought of his wife, beautifulMontana, "She's been doing great thanks."

The vendor smiled and nudged his shoulder, "It must be, nearly a year now right?"

Danny felt his grin drop as he remembered, damn it. He knew it had been too good to be true. Anniversary.

He turned to the vendor, "I have to go, I'll see you around!" whilst he was saying that he had turned and upon saying the last word he started to sprint towards the subway that he had only just come out of, checking his watch he started to panic. The shops closed in one hour.

He tried everywhere.

Saks.

Tiffanys.

Everywhere and anywhere he could think of. Hell he had even tried the vintage shop downtown that he knew Lindsay loved. But there was nowhere and nothing that he thought was good enough for his girl. Yet now, the shops were closed and thanks to his pickiness he had nothing.

Some first anniversary this is.

Danny walked into their apartment late, and he smiled as he saw that Lindsay had made dinner, set the table and hell even had candles set on it. Lindsay however was nowhere to be seen.

"Montana?" Danny called as he walked through the place, "Montana?"

He checked all the rooms before reaching the bedroom, "Montanaare you in here?"

Danny could hear nothing at first but then the sound of muffled sounds floated through the door and reached him. Immediately he opened it, his girl was crying.

That's where he found her, cross legged on the bed with tears streaming down her face.

"Montana," he softly said as he got closer, "Baby, what's wrong?"

Danny wrapped his arm around her and she buried her head deep into his shoulder.

"I-I-I though you weren't coming back."

Danny let out a breath that he hadn't realised he had been holding, it was alright. He had thought it was to do with the doctor's appointment that she had left work to go to. He'd thought she was ill, dying.

"Baby," He whispered into her ear, "I would never leave you, you know that."

She nodded her head against his shoulder and he could feel her tears wetting his shirt.

"I love youMontana."

Lindsay looked up into his eyes, "I love you too."

Dinner was forgotten shortly afterwards.

A few hours later Danny and Lindsay were lying in bed finishing off the Chinese they had ordered to make up that they had missed dinner. Danny looked over to her, she was beautiful. Her hair was falling around her face, framing it and all she was wearing was his shirt. Mine.

Kissing her lips, he leaned over and switched off the lights, life was perfect.

Lindsay stood, looking out of her apartment window. Hearing a noise from behind her she turned and saw her husband, Danny Messer starting to sit up.

"Montana," he drawled in his broad accent, "What's wrong?" Lindsay only smiled and shook her head,

"Nothing cowboy."

Danny ignored her and stood up out of bed and came towards her, wrapping his hands round his waist as he saw her. Kissing her neck he murmured, "Don't you think we should go back to bed? Before Mac calls us to work graveyard?"

Lindsay laughed at that, "Oh, I don't think he'll be doing that all the time." Danny looked confused, "What do you mean?"

"Well," Lindsay began, "In a few months I won't be able to work at all and in six months if he calls, he might wake up a little person."

Danny went into a state of shock, "Montana…you don't mean…are you…?"

Lindsay laughed, "Yes," then she steered his hand towards her abdomen, "look here cowboy, there's someone who wants to say hello to you."