A/N: I'm not sure where this fic will go, but it's inspired by JT's Not A Bad Thing. Each chapter will be named after a lyric in the song. Hopefully the chapter title will give you an idea of how the chapter will go or an idea of what either Mindy or Danny is feeling.

I hope you guys like this first chapter! It's called "A Good Place To Start." Any comments and suggestions are always welcome! (:

Danny tried multiple times to talk to Mindy...about anything. He craved Mindy storming into his office to talk about the latest celebrity gossip or drama in her life. He desperately wanted to talk to her, hear her voice, and bring back their friendship after their romantic relationship had crashed and burned.

But, Mindy kept ignoring him and turning to Peter to talk about her drama. It hurt him a lot, but he figured he deserved it since he was the one who broke things off. Since Mindy wouldn't talk to him and Morgan and Tamra wouldn't talk to him, he turned to Sally. He thought she would be a distraction from Mindy, but boy was he wrong.

Lying in bed with Sally felt weird and uncomfortable. She didn't fit under the crook of his neck like Mindy did, she didn't have ridiculously cold feet like Mindy had, she didn't smell like flowers like Mindy did. She shouldn't even be in bed with him. It should be Mindy. Always. No one can take her place.

He blankly stared at the television and then at his Ludlum, neither capturing his attention. Memories of his stay at the hospital started trickling in. They haunted him, reminding him of the way Mindy was fittingly snuggled up on his left side and how she giggled at his British accent when he read Bridget Jones' Diary. Now all he can think about is how he lost Mindy and how he ruined not only his romantic relationship with Mindy, but also their friendship.

He thought they could return to their friendship, but he couldn't have been more wrong. Them not talking ate at him little by little, day by day. He suddenly realized the strong affect she has on him and his life. He has to have her in his life; he needs her in his life.

His eyes went slightly wide in realization as he set his book on his nightstand and shifted his body. Sally removed her head from his chest and looked at him quizzically.

"Is everything alright, Danny?"

"Y-Yeah, everything is…Um, you know what? Actually, I-"

"What is it, Danny?"

"I'm sorry, but tonight was a mistake."

"What?!"

"It was a mistake to call you tonight. I'm sorry, but I-I think you should go."

"Are you being serious right now?" She scoffed, flipping the comforter off, and got out of the bed. She looked at him once more and said, "I knew it."

Danny looked up at her with that puppy dog face, but she continued. "From everything that has happened tonight, it's obvious that you're heartbroken and hurting, Danny. You're somewhere else. Just fix whatever it is that needs fixing, alright? You'll make life easier on the both of us. Have a nice life, Danny."

With that, she spun on her heel and exited his bedroom. He let out a sharp exhale, processing Sally's advice. Fix whatever needs fixing. He buried his face in his hands and muttered those words to himself as encouragement for what he was about to do next.

He dropped his hands in his lap and twisted his torso to look over at his night stand where his phone lied. He eyed it for some time before finally plucking up the courage to pick it up and scroll through his contacts.

He landed on Mindy's contact information and pressed on it, eliciting a picture of Mindy to appear on his screen. He stared at her picture, remembering how she had his phone for a good 45 minutes trying to take the perfect selfie for her contact picture in his phone. He sadly smiled at the picture. He had forgotten what a genuine smile on Mindy looked like and how her eyes sparkled. It seemed like they disappeared after they broke up, and it was all his fault. He ran his hand over his eyes and then through his hair, mentally cursing himself for ruining what they had.

His finger hovered over her cell phone number. He mentally willed his finger to press it, to call her, but his finger didn't budge. Fix whatever needs fixing, fix whatever needs fixing. He chanted these words like a mantra, hoping they can give him the courage to do it. If you don't do it now, you're going to lose her completely. Is that what you want? No, it's not, so just call her.

He tapped her cell phone number and closed his eyes in anticipation. He slowly put the phone to his ear, tensing up when it started to ring, but he reminded himself that he needed to do this. He waited for something. Her voicemail, a hello, or the tell tale sign of a rejected call. Anything.

He took a deep breath, realizing that she wasn't going to pick up. Why would she? She probably hates me and doesn't want to talk to me right now.

He removed his phone from his ear ever so slightly before he heard a soft voice on the other line.

"Danny?"