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"Shots fired!! Shots fired!!" Was the call over the radios. "Officer down!!" was the next announcement heard.
Danny ran frantically into the emergency room, "Lindsay Monroe! Where is she?" he demanded.
"Sir if you would just have a seat…" the receptionist replied calmly.
Ripping his badge off his belt, he flashed it at her, "She was the officer shot. She was brought in about an hour ago."
Looking at the panicked officer over her glasses, "Your name?"
"Messer. Danny Messer," he said, "I'm her emergency contact."
The woman tapped a few keys on her computer, "ICU room 3."
Once in the room, he didn't know what to do. He wanted to sit next to her and hold her hand, tell her to open her beautiful brown eyes. But he couldn't. He lost that right the minute his liquor laced lips touched Rikki's. He could still hear Lindsay's sad, broken voice tell him, she was mad at herself for fallen in love with him, after he had confessed to his indiscretion.
Looking at her broke his heart; she was hooked up to so many machines. She looked so pale and broken.
An arrest warrant lead to a standoff. She had taken the only bullet fired by the suspect, in the hip.
A minute later, a nurse came in to check her vitals.
"Why isn't she awake?" Danny asked her.
"The doctor wants her to be out for a while so she can heal properly. She and the baby are fine, they just need to heal," she explained.
He was stunned, he felt like someone just kicked him in the gut, "Baby?"
"Yes sir. Are you family?"
"No, she uh, she is my partner," he said softly, looking down at the woman carrying his child. Now he really wanted to touch her, stroke her hair. Tell her he loved her, and was gonna help her raise their child together.
"Does she have family in the city? Husband, boyfriend?"
"Not anymore," he said sadly, "She was my girlfriend too. But I, uh, I did something really stupid last week, and we broke up."
He watched the nurse move around the room, adjusting IVs and checking monitors. "Is whatever you gave her to knock her out gonna hurt the baby?"
"No, sir," she replied before pushing a chair in his direction. He looked at her strangely, "I'm sure you are going to want to stay with her and your child right?"
A slight smile crossed his face, "Thanks. But I don't think she will want me here."
The nurse just smiled at him and padded his arm.
After a few minutes of standing and staring at her, he tentatively sat down. Not being able to take it anymore he took her hand. He carefully laid his hand on her abdomen, careful not to brush or hit her bandages.
Three days passed. The team came by in shifts, to check on her. Danny never left her side, not even when threatened to be fired. His hand resting on her belly the whole time.
"Danny…" she groaned.
"Hey beautiful," he said softly, maybe for some unknown reason she would forget about the colossal fuck up he made. "You're awake."
She flinched and moaned in pain when she tried to move.
"Relax Montana," he soothed, "You were shot. But you and the baby are fine."
Her eyes went wide, "Baby? What baby?"
"You are pregnant, baby. We are gonna have a baby," he smiled at her.
And then like a tidal wave, it all came back. She ripped her hand out of his, even though she flinched from the pain as it shot through her body. She looked at him, his goofy look on his face, and thought that how she must have looked to him when she told him she was in love with him.
"What makes you think it's yours?" she said coolly, and as sadistic as it was she actually felt a twinge of victory when she saw the light drain from his eyes.
He was stunned. "What the hell are you talking about?" he demanded, his voice loud.
"You aren't the only one in this city who thinks I'm attractive," she replied coolly.
"Don't give me that bullshit," he said his temper rising, "You wouldn't do that."
She was tired and sore, and if she was pregnant all this yelling and extra stress wasn't good for the baby.
"You're right," she finally admitted, "I wouldn't do that."
He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, "I love you," he said suddenly.
Her breath caught in her chest, she felt the tears come to her eyes, "Don't say that," she said softly, her bottom lip quivering.
He took the opportunity, well her defenses were down, to move closer to her, "I do," he insisted. "I messed up. I did the stupidest thing anyone could ever do to the person they love."
She sat there and looked at him, his blue eyes pleading for her to forgive him, to let him into her life, their child's life. The tears where freely falling down her face.
Cautiously he lifted his hand to her face, brushing the tears off her cheeks, "I love you, Lindsay Monroe. I love our baby," he said softly.
She wept harder, her eyes closing, every part of her wanting to believe every word that came out if his mouth.
"I'm moving out of my building," he continued, "I can find someplace to stay, but you are going to need someone to take care of you."
She popped her eyes open again, "You're gonna take care of me?"
"If you'll let me," he said hopefully, "I've got a lot to make up for."
A/N: I know this is weird but the idea came to my mind and sometimes I just have to get it out, to get to the fluff. There may be another part, not sure yet.