Well hello folks! It's been another case of a long time no see, but this time it hasn't been a case of writer's block like it usually is. It's actually been a case of I've had too much to write! Literally, I've got two different stories (new stories!) on the go and I've been dipping back and forth between the two of them, this being one of them. I have more or less written this one in it's entirety now though so I'm ready to send it out into the world, ahhh! I really, sincerely hope there are still people here in CSI:NY world because trust me, I have plenty more to give you guys if you're up for it.

This one is focussed on Danny, Lindsay and some Lucy- a huge shock to the system, I know... but the setting is.. well you know what, you'll find out. All I'm saying is it's post season 9.

You guys should check out the song I've quoted at the top of this chapter. I swear to God, if Danny had ever written a song for Lindsay, I imagine this would be the result. Kyle Jacobs, 'I Do'. If you have spotify, it's available to listen on there, alternatively, youtube has it uploaded. You won't regret it when you listen to the lyrics ;)

Also, just a note that although the rating is T now, it will be going up to an M rating in the third or fourth chapter ;)

Hope you guys enjoy it.

Don't need to see you in no wedding dress, don't need no flower in your hair. Don't need no little white church; girl, I don't care. Don't need your momma in the front row, your daddy giving you away. Don't need no preacher tellin' us what we should say. I don't need nothing, nothing but me and you. I just wanna love you; I want you to love me too.

I do, Kyle Jacobs.

"Linds, will you hurry up baby, we're gonna be late!"

Upon her silence, Danny sighed heavily as he fixed his tie in the hallway mirror. He didn't know why he was nervous; it wasn't as if it was his wedding. He'd been a wreck on the day he'd gotten married though, so that was absolutely nothing to go off. Despite the fact it wasn't his wedding though, it didn't make it any easier.

"Montana!" he bellowed again. "Come on, we've got the hour drive yet!"

"We're coming!" she bellowed back, annoyance clearly within her tone.

Danny sighed again, this time tapping his foot. He looked over his shoulder at the pile of things in the corner of the room, needing to be taken with them for Mac and Christine's big day.

He'd been ready for about an hour now, and he kind of wished Lindsay would have given him a heads up that she was going to take so long now. When she got ready for work in a morning, she was already ready before he was even out of bed most days; now he was wondering what time exactly it was that his wife woke up? Did she even go to sleep if this is how long it took her to do her hair and put mascara on?

"Lindsay Messer!" he scowled in a low, yet loud voice. "If you don't get a move on in the next five seconds, I swear to-" His eyes slowly scanned the vision of beauty that stood at the top of the stairs, a smile on her face. She was in leggings and a longer top; under Lindsay's orders not to ruin her dress which was in the bag, ready for her to change when they got to the church.

His daughter; his little girl suddenly didn't look so little anymore. Her face was free of make up, much to her dismay, but her hair in the way that Lindsay had done it had knocked the wind from his lungs. As she developed her own little personality, they'd found that she was definitely a braid kind of girl, and Lindsay had somehow managed to incorporate their little girl's favourite hairstyle with curls and twisted flowers into her hair. The tiny little roses made her look like a little fairy. But, the thing that really slayed Danny was the look on Lucy's face when she saw his reaction to how beautiful she looked.

When she had appeared at the top of the steps, her face had been turning away from where she had obviously just been looking at her mother, and for the split second, Danny had seen her deep in concentration as she listened to what Lindsay must have just told her. He watched as she reached for the banister before looking up at him; it was then the smile appeared on her face.

"Do I look pretty, Daddy?" she asked softly, slowly making her way down the stairs.

Danny placed a hand on his chest and exhaled heavily. "Lucy, you look absolutely beautiful."

"Mommy said you'd say that," she giggled as she jumped into his arms from about three steps from the bottom. "She's nearly ready. We couldn't get the last flower to stay in my hair."

"That's okay," Danny said softly, swiping away a loose curl from her cheek and placed it behind her ear. "I can't get over how beautiful you are, kiddo."

Lucy giggled again and squirmed in his arms before he set her down on the floor again. "Can I go get a drink for the ride?"

"Yeah," Danny nodded. "Water though, get water. No juice or anything ok?"

"But… why?" Lucy sighed. "I ain't wearin' my dress yet."

"Just, listen to what I say please?" he asked with arched brows.

"Fine," Lucy sighed as she marched off to the kitchen.

Danny rolled his eyes as she left his sight and he turned his eyes back to the stairs and his jaw dropped. Lindsay had a small smile on her face and her hair was done in soft waves; her dress must have been new because he'd never seen her in it before, but he knew it looked absolutely stunning on her. And even though he wanted to tell how beautiful she looked, he couldn't. All he could do was stare and appreciate the sight of his wife.

She simply giggled as she made her way down the stairs. "You doing okay there, honey?"

He nodded in response, still unable to utter a word.

"You sure?"

"I think so," he said as he reached out and pulled her from the landing by the bottom step. "Are you even real?" He implored. "You look so beautiful, Montana."

"Thanks," she blushed softly. "I wasn't sure about the dress-"

"The dress is perfect," he said, playing with the ribbon, tied around her midsection, flattering her baby bump perfectly. "I love the colour."

"It's supposed to be brown… but it looks pink to me."

"Whatever colour it is, it suits you." He smiled at her as she reached the bottom step. "Now, as much as I would absolutely love to go back upstairs and rip the dress right off you-" he wiggled his eyebrows playfully, "we're gonna be late if we don't hurry and Lucy needs to be there before to get her dress on."

"I know," she nodded as she laced her fingers through his hand and squeezed it tight before she pulled herself towards him and pressed a kiss to his jaw. "You look mighty sexy in that tux, Messer."

"Oh yeah?" he winked at her.

"Oh yeah," she nodded as she played with his black tie. "I think tonight it won't just be a case of you taking this dress off me."

"Is that so?"

"Your parents are still okay to take Lucy, right?"

"They said they would if we needed them to," he nodded. "Why?"

"Because, I'm thinking with the bag I packed for us both that's sat waiting by the door we could, you know-."

"We could get a hotel room?" he asked with arched brows.

"I was thinking so, what do you think?"

"Hey Lucy!" Danny called out, turning away from Lindsay. "Go get a bag of things real quick, you're gonna sleep at Nanna's tonight after the wedding, ok?"

"Why?" She asked, a half eaten apple in one hand and a water bottle in the other.

"Because Mommy and I have something we need to do and Nanna wants to see you in your dress, ok?"

"Alright," Lucy shrugged as she darted up the stairs to grab her pyjamas and other things she'd need.

"Seriously though Linds," Danny said, turning his attention back to her. He took her hand again and spun her around in front of him, the train of her skirt flowing as she did so. "You look absolutely beautiful… I don't think I've ever seen you so beautiful… except for the day you became my wife."

She sighed heavily with a contented smile on her face as she pressed a kiss to his upturned lips. "We're going to be late," she lamely pointed out.

"We can't go anywhere until Lucy's ready." Danny leant forwards and recaptured Lindsay's lips as she melted in the embrace he wrapped her in.

"What are you talkin' about, I am ready." Lucy's voice sounded from the bottom step with her overnight bag in her hand. "And gosh, will you stop kissin' Mommy, Daddy; it's gross."

"That's enough outta you!" he teased as he picked her up and held her against his side. "Come on, we better go."

He placed Lucy on the floor and headed over to the bags in the corner of the room and collected them before moving out into the garage to load their car up. Lucy was soon following, leaving Lindsay alone with her thoughts; her thoughts that she just hoped and prayed that she didn't let her feelings shine through and ruin the day.

She steeled herself by putting a big smile on her face and slipped her handbag over her arm. Things will be fine, she told herself. They'll be fine.

Lucy had fallen asleep about twenty minutes into the car ride and Lindsay was thankful for the reprieve. She loved her daughter more than anything, but the constant onslaught of comments and questions was enough to drive a sane person crazy.

The quiet from the confines of the car however made her feel a little on edge. She felt like she needed to share her feelings with Danny, but she couldn't help but feel a little reluctant. She didn't want to ruin his good mood – but she wasn't feeling the same things that he was. Over the past few months, she'd quietly gone along with the flow in the wedding planning. Christine had called her numerous times for hints and tips and Lindsay had never been able to tell her that really, she was the worst person to be posing these questions to. It was clear from about the third conversation she'd shared with Christine about caterers that Mac had never mentioned the type of wedding she and Danny'd had. Christine had obviously assumed that she and Danny had had a traditional wedding with caterers, flowers, a church… a big reception; when really, they'd had nothing but the two of them in an clerk's office.

It wasn't that she didn't like the way she'd gotten married. It wasn't that at all. She loved the way Danny had poured his heart out to her. She loved him and their wedding was purely about their love for one another – and as it should be. It wasn't about who they were going to invite, what colours they wanted or the theme. They didn't need to worry about a menu or forking out thousands of dollars for one day.

But, it still would have been nice.

And that was what Lindsay was currently battling with. She felt, heading to Mac's wedding, that she had missed out on all of this… and she hated herself for thinking in such a way. She should be appreciative of the fact that her marriage to Danny was perfect. They were happy, in love and content. She had never wanted a big wedding, but when that decision was made for her – that she in fact wasn't having a big wedding, it kind of deflated a part inside of her. She felt like something was missing. Of course, nothing was. She needed nothing but Danny and she wouldn't change the things Danny had said to her that day for anything in the world. What he had said to her was still cemented within her mind, as it would be for the rest of her life. It was just… it would have been nice. That's all she could say about it. It would have been nice to have something normal for a change.

"What are you thinking about?" Danny's voice interrupted her thoughts.

"How excited Christine must be," Lindsay extended the truth slightly. She knew how excited she would be if this was her wedding at least.

"I can't even imagine," Danny glanced over to her in the passenger seat with a smile on his face. "Mac texted me earlier; he said he was getting nervous."

"I can't imagine Mac nervous." Lindsay commented as she gazed ahead at the traffic over the bridge.

"Tell me about it," Danny nodded. She could feel his eyes glancing back towards her every now and then and she knew he was seeing through the façade she was trying to put on. "Are you sure that's all you're thinkin' about?" he asked her softly.

"Yeah," she nodded, "of course I am." She said, reaching for his hand over the console between them. "Why?"

"I just…" he paused as he looked at her. "I don't know baby, something about you is just different."

"Nope," she shook her head, "I… I'm… I'm" She sighed heavily. "I'm the world's worst liar." She frowned. "Can I talk to you about something?"

"You don't need to ask." He said, edging the car closer to the car in front as they settled in gridlocked traffic. "What's the matter?"

"Hear me out first, I don't want you to be hurt by what I'm about to say, because I don't know whether it's going to come out in the way I want it to, and if that's the case, I want you to know that I love you, and it doesn't and hasn't ever changed the way I feel about you."

"Alright, you're kind of scarin' me here, Montana… is this the best place to have this conversation?" he gestured to the traffic ahead of them. "I mean, if this is something serious then-"

"Well, just listen and let me tell you what's wrong, ok?"

"Ok." He nodded, visibly taking deep breaths.

"These past few months have been really hard on me." She admitted. "Not my pregnancy, but Christine organising her wedding." She paused. "I mean, we've become really close and I'm glad of that because I love her to death and she's the closest friend I have here… I just, helping her with different caterers and florists and things I know nothing about has really fired it home that maybe, the way we got married left me with a hole somewhere inside." Before Danny could interject she continued on, "Don't for one second think I regret the way we got married, or the fact I married you because it's the best decision I ever made. That kiss I gave you right before I said yes was the most romantic, heartwarming kiss we've ever shared for me, because it was in that moment that I realised it was going to be my last kiss as a Monroe. I knew the next kiss we shared after that was going to be me as your wife. I realised that you were my last first kiss, and that was nothing but magical… and seeing Mac and Stella was amazing, but the magic kind of ended there. It was all taken out of my hands, and while I appreciated it at the time, I think I kind of realise now that we missed out on so many things. It's a conflicting thing and I don't really know how to explain it properly, honey. I don't want you to feel like I am mad at you for us getting' married in the way that we did because I understand why we got married that way. It fit for us, it did. I promise you I think that, it's just, I think a part of me feels like I missed out on something that is such a big part of a woman's life; planning her wedding."

She watched Danny as she paused; giving him an opportunity to cut in if he needed to say something. She watched as he licked his lips and sighed heavily. He closed his eyes for a moment as the traffic began to shift ever so slightly.

"I know," he said in a quiet voice after a few moments of silence. "I know all of that baby. I think about how I took that option away from you all the time."

"Danny, you didn't take the option away from me, you just gave me a different option."

"I took it away from you, Linds," he said bluntly, letting go of her hand. "Let's be honest here. We could have had a wedding like that. I was just so hell bent on marryin' you that I didn't think you would want all of th-"

"Stop," she said, taking his hand again and squeezing it tight. "What you did was perfect," she said softly. "At the time, it was all we could afford, it fit into the schedule we had and it was simple… I just sometimes think what if."

"So do I." he nodded. "But," he paused as he took a deep breath. "Can I tell you why I did what I did?"

She nodded.

"Well originally I had a church wedding planned." He began. "I had told your parents and everythin', Flack and I had tuxes and I had Stella on standby at a wedding store and that was gonna be the surprise, you goin' to pick out a dress."

"What changed?"

"We changed." He said softly. "We woke up a week before I had it all ready to go and you'd said something along the lines of, 'you're the only person I'm ever going to need; you mean everything to me. I hope you know that.' And it struck a chord with me baby. I realised that I didn't need to see you in a wedding dress, or your Dad walking you down the aisle. I realised I didn't your Mom cryin' into a tissue. Or flowers and a veil in your hair like Lucy has today. I didn't need to marry you in a church; I just needed you; I didn't need any of the other things that came with a wedding. When you said that to me, I could see the way you'd said no to begin with, remember, in the park. It crushed me… and when you said that it wasn't the right time, I couldn't understand your logic. I didn't see the point in waiting for what we'd end up doing anyway, but when you said that, I realised exactly why you had wanted to wait. I realised that I needed to grow up that little bit more and appreciate the fact that a marriage is about love, not doing the right thing. I loved you with everything I had on the day I proposed the first time, but that isn't why I proposed and that was what I did wrong. Whereas the time I proposed in the courthouse, I knew marryin' you was all that all I wanted and I was desperate for you to say yes. I didn't need anything else but you. I cancelled everything else and I think now, maybe it was a little too hasty. I guess I should have said something or-"

It was a good job that the traffic was at a standstill at that point, because before Danny could finish his sentence, Lindsay had reached for his face and cupped his cheeks with both her hands, guiding him to meet her in a kiss.

His words hadn't made her feel better –they had made her feel infinitely better. The things she'd been upset about beforehand, the little things that she thought she needed, she realised in reality she didn't. When he'd told her that he'd arranged a wedding, she'd felt her heart sink, but when he'd gone on to remind her of what she said to him, she realised that in fact, what he'd done was right. In that moment, she could remember feeling the most content she'd ever felt. She'd woken up feeling blissfully in love and she could remember looking over at Danny and hoping he asked her to marry him, hence the line she'd given him. She hoped that he'd taken that as his sign to propose to her. He just went one step further and married her.

He'd been right though, they didn't need those things that Mac and Christine were going to have. She didn't need a dress or a church. She didn't need flowers or a colour theme. She didn't need first dance music or flowergirls. She didn't need bridesmaids or a conventional wedding. Nothing about her was conventional. Nothing about their relationship had been conventional. She wanted to marry Danny for him, and that's exactly what she had done.

She pulled away from him. "Thank you."

"Thank you?" he implored. "What for?"

"For doing exactly what I needed you to do for me. You're right, we didn't need that."

"No, we didn't, but it would have been nice."

Lindsay narrowed her eyes and licked her lips, "What's been nice is having you as my husband, Danny Messer."

Danny nodded contemplatively as he finally reached the end of the bridge. He indicated right and accelerated towards the church. "Do you know how much I love you, Lindsay Messer?"

"Probably just as much as I love you," She smiled, squeezing his hand tightly in her's.

It had taken Lindsay a lot to leave Lucy in the capable hands of Christine's family as they prepared Lucy for her duties as a flower girl. Danny, had been just as reluctant to leave their little girl, but showed less of his concern for Lindsay's benefit. He knew her better than he knew himself sometimes and he knew for a fact that if he showed doubt, Lindsay would panic and insist she stayed behind the scenes and would inevitably miss the wedding. So, instead of succumbing to his over-protective nature, he'd shrugged it off, kissed Lucy goodbye and reminded her to scatter the rose petals as she walked – not pick them up as she had in numerous rehearsals. Then he took Lindsay's hand and they went to take their seats at the front of the slowly filling church.

Danny glanced down at his watch as Lindsay settled next to him and sighed contently as she soaked in their surroundings. He figured she was appreciating the work they had put into the wedding together.

Christine had asked Lindsay to be a bridesmaid, but Lindsay had declined, saying that she preferred to help Christine before the wedding. Lindsay knew for a fact that if she was a bridesmaid, she would not appreciate the magic that the day would bring. Plus, just being a guest to the wedding meant that her attention could be purely focussed on Danny, Lucy, Mac and Christine and in her eyes, that's what mattered most.

She reached for Danny's hand and linked their fingers together before placing their intertwined hands together on her stomach. She sighed contently again and laid her head on Danny's shoulder as soft, piano music filled the church around them.

"This is so romantic," she whispered quietly.

"It's nice," Danny agreed in an equally quiet tone. "We could do this, you know."

"We could," she nodded. "I just don't want to. Not anymore. Not after all the things you said to me in the car. A big wedding like this isn't us. I was just caught up in the idea of it all."

"Well, just think about it, baby. We could do it after he's born. There's no rush."

"I know we can," she nodded. "I told you though, I don't want to. I have you, that's all I want and need."

"Alright, alright," he sighed in frustration. "Just think about it, that's all I'm sayin'."

"I will, except… we both know I won't."

"You're a pain in my ass, Monroe." He growled in her ear.

"I think you'll find my last name is Messer, actually."

"Monroe-Messer actually," he corrected her.

"Messer." She corrected him with a finality in her voice.

"Alright, you don't need to tell me twice." He smirked.

"I did."

"Will you stop?" he implored, a teasing glint in his eyes. "You're driving me crazy, woman."

"That makes a change," a voice sounded from behind them. They turned and smiled brightly in sync to the mother-daughter combo sliding into the pew behind them. "Usually it's you driving her crazy, Danny."

"Jo," Danny smirked, winking at their co-worker and her daughter as they sat behind them.

"Ellie, you look beautiful." Lindsay smiled at the teenager. "I love your dress. Your Mom said you picked it out by yourself; a good choice I'd say."

"Thanks, your dress is beautiful too, Lindsay," Ellie smiled in response. "Your hair is really pretty,"

Lindsay smiled fondly at her before turning to look at Jo. "Did you guys manage to find parking? It took us forever."

Jo shook her head, "We got the subway. I figured it would be a nightmare and I don't like driving at the best of times. How was the drive into the city?"

"Not too bad," Danny shrugged, "A bit of traffic on the bridge but it didn't take too long."

"Was Lucy excited?" Jo asked, with a smile.

"She tried not to show it, but she was about as obvious as a bull in a china shop," Lindsay smiled. "She couldn't stop talking when we were getting ready this morning."

"I can imagine," Jo smiled as she absorbed the surroundings much like Lindsay had. "Have you spoken to Mac?"

"He text me earlier," Danny nodded. "He was nervous apparently. Flack had lost the rings twice, or so Mac said, I personally think Flack was yankin' his chain; you know how he is."

Jo masked a smirk before their conversation was interrupted by Adam and his girlfriend, Michelle, sliding in the pew next to Danny and Lindsay.

"Mac told me to give you this," Adam scoffed indignantly as he handed Lindsay a video camera. "Apparently my running commentary wouldn't be appreciated on his wedding video."

"Hello to you too, Adam." Danny teased.

Lindsay rolled her eyes in jest at Michelle, who was smiling shyly at Lindsay. "Alright Adam," Lindsay sighed. "Don't take it so personally."

"Easier said than done; why do you get to record it? I'm the one that's good with IT. And I'll be the one to edit it after the wedding… You can barely run a search on the database but you get to record it; because that makes perfect sense!"

"Um, I'll have you know I'm quite skilled in IT, thank you very much; I managed to complete a ripped QR code a couple of years back." she scoffed. "And that was before you saw them everywhere. Not you, me. And actually, I'm perfectly and more than capable in video recording, Lucy's entire life is practically documented on DVDs."

"Loser."

"Wanna call her that again, Adam?" Danny barked, scowling at Adam, ending the argument quickly. Upon Danny's defence for Lindsay, Adam turned away from Danny and folded his arms, settling in the pew with a clear attitude and annoyance plastered across his features.

"So Michelle, how are you?" Danny asked, over a moody Adam.

"I'm okay," Michelle smiled at Danny, "How are you guys? Was Lucy excited?"

"Very," Danny smirked as Adam huffed and puffed through their conversation.

"I bet she looks adorable in her dress. How did you do her hair, Lindsay?"

"A braid and curls with some roses twisted in; they were only mini ones, but it looks pretty cute. He isn't always this moody," Lindsay smirked, leaning across Danny and directing her words at Adam, patting him on the arm. "He just gets touchy with his technology sometimes,"

"Sometimes?" Michelle implored before nudging Adam playfully. "Don't I know it?!"

Danny and Lindsay smirked in one another's direction as Adam scoffed again. Lindsay switched the camcorder on, and tested the video, recording Danny texting on his phone as he finalised details with his Mom of Lucy staying the night with her. It was probably blatantly obvious as to why they were a little insistent on Lucy spending the night, but with a baby on the way they figured that they needed to take advantage of this time when the opportunities arose for some alone time together. She recorded him for a few minutes as his fingers flew over the screen of his iPhone before he hit send and then proceeded to turn his phone onto silent. Lindsay then stopped the video and played it back quietly to herself, admiring her husband. He'd aged over the last few years, as had she, but she found herself ever more attracted to him as the years passed. There was just something within her that felt connected to him; even with the balding patch that he'd deny to the death, or the greying hairs around his temple.

"What's that you got there?" He inquired quietly as the mutterings of Mac and Christine's guests took their seats as the church became full.

"Just testing the video."

"By taking a stalker video of your husband?"

"I prefer an appreciation video." She winked in his direction as Mac and Flack appeared at the front of the church, just in front of where they sat.

Lindsay turned and gazed at the church behind her and while when they had first come in, there was probably two dozen people within the pews – now there wasn't an empty seat and people had resided to standing around the edges of the church. But, Lindsay had expected nothing less. She could see a lot of familiar faces that had come to see Mac, and of course Christine get married. A part of her thought though as she looked at retired police officers that whatever Mac decided to do with his life, he'd have a room full of supporters, purely because he was Mac Taylor.

A string quartet sounded at the back of the church and both Danny and Lindsay's head whipped round to see Lucy, Christine and the rest of the bridesmaids undoubtedly stood at the back of the church somewhere. Lindsay held the camera on Mac and his reaction to watching the rest of his life walk towards him.

She could just see Lucy at the back of the church, taking one careful step after another. She was however bobbing down with each step and collecting the previously scattered rose petals up and placing them into her basket. Lindsay scrunched her eyes closed and sighed.

"Danny, I'm blocked in," she whispered, mindful of the camcorder. "Go help her."

"I can't," he replied in a whisper. "I'm blocked in too."

Adam, who had not said a word since he'd handed the video recorder to Lindsay placed a hand on Danny's arm and whispered, "Don't worry about it," before pressing a kiss to Michelle's cheek and he ducked out of the pew. He shuffled quickly down the aisle and knelt next to Lucy, whispering something in her ear. Then, he crouched down, let her link her arm through his, and together they began scattering rose petals on the white carpet, lining the aisle Christine was about to walk down. Adam walked her slowly down the aisle, before placing her on the step to the side of where Mac was standing. She sat down, just like she had practised as Adam placed her basket of rose petals next to her and winked at her before he shuffled back to the pew at the front.

Michelle, who had watched the entire thing was currently holding her hand against her chest, an expression that clearly indicated her love and pride for Adam plastered across her face. Danny patted Adam on the back and smiled, whispering, "What did you say to her?" wherein Adam simply replied with a wink.

It was then however that Lindsay's attention turned away from Adam and Danny and focussed on Mac. He had clearly seen Christine at the back of the hall, and his hand was currently pressed against his chest, the wind clearly knocked from his lungs. Lindsay turned her head, leaving the camera trained on Mac as she fought to see Christine over the crowds of people.

In all honesty, Lindsay had been to very few weddings that many called, traditional. She had to admit though; the look on Mac's face as his eyes had fallen on Christine had filled her stomach with butterflies. The look of pure love on Mac's face had been lovely to see. She knew that Danny had known Claire, even if it had been for a very short amount of time. Her death had affected Mac in so many ways – and Lindsay was nothing but glad that he'd found someone else, like Christine, to fill the void he'd had since Claire had died.

Her free hand tightened around Danny's and he squeezed it affectionately in response. They shared a look as Danny turned to face her and Lindsay felt the butterflies attack her stomach again. Perhaps she hadn't noticed it before or she had a heightened sense of appreciation because of the environment she was in, but the way Danny's eyes had lit up when he looked at her made her feel like she was the one walking down the aisle, not Christine. There was nothing but love in his eyes and she couldn't help herself as she leant forwards and sealed her lips to his. She was thinking of the video recording in the back of her mind, but she thought that Adam could always edit it out if she had turned it way off. Right now, she needed and wanted to show her husband how much she loved him.

"What was that for?" he whispered as she softly and reluctantly pulled her lips away from him.

"I'll tell you later," she whispered in return as the string quartet diminished it's soft tunes as Christine reached the altar. They, along with the rest of the church took their seats relatively quickly, eager for the ceremony to start.

With one hand she held the camera recording the moments where Mac and Christine's life became joined as one, and with the other, she grasped tightly to the hand that made her life whole. As she listened to the words being read, she smiled fondly in Danny's direction; she hadn't had any of this at her wedding – just simple promises made to one another. And those promises meant a whole lot more than words that were hard to decipher. She knew they meant a lot to Christine and Mac. They were beautiful words, but they weren't words meant for Danny and herself. The promises they had made together were all that they needed.

She swallowed as she laid her head on Danny's shoulder, pressing a kiss to his shirt before trailing her eyes back to Mac and Christine as Flack handed Mac Christine's wedding ring. Before he slid it onto Christine's finger though, the priest took a hand from both Mac and Christine as he read some of the words that they had decided on before their ceremony. She looked towards Danny and felt her stomach fill with butterflies as she let the words register.

"Love is patient. Love suffers long and is kind. It does not envy. It does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonour others. It is not self-seeking. It is not easily angered. It keeps no record of wrong-doings. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices in truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love bears all things, believes all things and endures all things. Love never fails."

She looked towards Danny as he looked towards her and in his eyes she could tell he was thinking the same thing she was; there wasn't anything else to say. Every word that had just been read out fit them perfectly.

Before Mac slipped Christine's ring onto her finger, the priest began one last speech.

"It takes a lot of heartbreak and obstacles to find the person you belong with. Not everyone finds this person in their lifetime, and others find it a lot easier. Sometimes you spend almost a lifetime with someone else before you realise, and sometimes, the person we thought we belonged with gets taken from us. But that doesn't mean love can't and won't happen again. It doesn't mean that you don't love your new love with everything within your soul. That's the magic thing about love, it's different for everyone. And for Christine and Mac, the places you've been, the heartache you've endured, has essentially brought you here and I believe this is where your journey was headed all that time."

And as quickly as it started Mac slipped Christine's wedding ring onto her finger, and she repeated the gesture slipping Mac's onto his; completing the ceremony. Just like that, two completely different lives and worlds were now joined as one. Lindsay looked at Danny with unshed tears of happiness in her eyes, and hoped that how she felt for Danny would be the same way Mac and Christine felt for each other; because she knew for a fact that for the man stood next to her, holding her hand and wearing his wedding ring, joining his life with her's… there's nothing she wouldn't do for him.

So there we have it, chapter one! There should be three or four more chapters basically covering the course of Mac and Christine's wedding through DL's experiences and what they get up to. I hope you guys liked this first chapter. As ever, I would hugely appreciate any thoughts or words you'd like to send my way. Thanks for reading! :)