A/N: This is my first fic posted on here. Please tell me what you think. I am going to continue the story.

Spoilers: The incident between D/L in "Right Next Door" in season 4.

I do not own CSI or any of its characters.

"Lindsay!" I could hear my name being shouted a couple of times. It was faint, hidden by the chaos around me. Hundreds of people were running around, screaming, wounded. I was worried that one of them was going to trample on me as I lay on the ground. I couldn't move though. I tried, but I lost the feeling in my legs, was I going to die? My head was throbbing, I needed to go to sleep, but I wanted him to know I was here, I wanted him to come to me, and I just needed to feel safe again. His sweet voice got louder and I spoke, my voice hoarse and fearful, "Danny!"

He came rushing towards me, his face concerned, hands searching me, not knowing where to go. I grabbed a warm hand and squeezed it, and he used his other to brush my hair away from my face. He hovered above me and the chaos around me suddenly disappeared, all my focus set to him. His breathing was fast, but he hadn't been running, it was fast because he was worried about me. Scared. He would deny it, if you would ask him if he was ever scared, Danny Messer was never scared. That's what I would have thought before I got to know him. Leaping from buildings and putting yourself in danger for others, that's him. But when he loves something and cares for someone so much, he got a little scared if they were hurt.

My eyes fixed on him as he looked me up and down, checking for wounds. I closed my eyes, the pain from my head was getting worse by the minute and the ambulance noises, police sirens and people screaming went right through me. "Lindsay." Danny whispered as his patted my cheek lightly. I moaned and opened my eyes slowly, the light hurting my eyes. "Don't go to sleep babe." He said still whispering, a contrast from the panic surrounding us. "But my head hurts." I set half closing my eyes. "That's why you need to stay awake Linds, you…may never wake up again if you go to sleep." I opened my eyes to see his watery eyes fixed on mine. I could feel a tear roll down my cheek and I swallowed hard to stop any more escaping. It was no time to cry, I needed to make sure I was ok, Danny needed to make sure I was ok too. "Does anything else hurt?" he asked and I nodded. I swallowed hard again, my throat dry from all the dust that the explosion had created. "I can't feel my legs." He stood up away from me and I suddenly felt colder, his warm body wasn't there to protect me. I couldn't see completely what he was doing, because I didn't want to create any more pain by moving my head. I suddenly felt warm hands against both my legs, rubbing slowly back and forth on them. I let out a sigh. The soothing movement of his hands was sending me to sleep and I used all the strength I had to prevent it. "Is this helping?" he asked looking back at me. I wished that I could be in bed at this moment of time, not on the ground, I wished that I was safe with Danny, I wished that I hadn't gone into that building, only to find a familiar yet evil man, only to be blown away by a big explosion. I couldn't see what the building -if any remains were left- was like. I assumed that I was infront of it. "Lindsay." Danny's soft voice snapped me back into reality. My eyes grew wide with concern, what did he want? Had he found something wrong with me? Was I going to be ok? I told myself to stop rambling at yourself and reply to him. "Yeh?" It came out quieter then I wanted it to. He hovered over me again and I felt warm again. I smiled softly as this feeling made me relax a little and forget about the situation. "I said, is this helping? Me rubbing your legs, did they feel better?" His voice remained soft and whispered and I felt I could melt into him, it made me feel as if it was early in the morning and I was snuggled up next to him in a nice warm bed. Nevertheless, I wasn't. I smiled and nodded, but I frowned a curious frown at him. "Danny, how come you were rubbing my legs? It felt good, warm, but…how can that make any difference." He smiled the first smile that I have seen from him for a while. "Well first of all, you could feel me rubbing your legs and you could sense the warmth of them, that's a good start. It means you have feeling in them. Secondly, if your legs are broken, I need to keep them warm." He placed his hand in mine again and gently kissed my forehead sending warmth through my head. It eased the pain a little. But I still wanted to close my eyes and sleep. Danny was looking around me, as if he was trying to find something, someone. I found myself closing my eyes after a blink and my breathing steadied. "Montana." He must have looked back at me. This time I didn't open my eyes immediately. "I'm just resting my eyes." I mumbled. I heard him laughing. "You can rest your eyes when we've sorted you out." He said amongst his laughter. I still had my eyes closed, I wasn't asleep though, so I hoped that he would let me keep them closed. "Take me home" I sighed. There was a pause. I knew he hadn't moved, I still felt warm. I opened my eyes and he wasn't looking at me. His face was different. It was flooded with hatred. I've only seen him like this when… I realised why he was angry. I had forced myself to turn me head a see what he was staring at. It was him… the person that I had come across in the building. The guy that had terrified me with the words that he had said to me before…

I swallowed hard and I could feel Danny stiffen, he was frozen. "What…was he in the building?" His voice matched his expression on his face, it scared me a little, he might go beat him up or something, and he might get himself hurt. He returned his gaze at me, the look in his eyes sent shivers down my spine. "Yes." I trembled. He gritted his teeth. "Is he the one that blew the place to pieces?" His voice gradually increased in volume. I sighed, rested my head against my shoulder, and rubbed my eyes. "I don't know. It happened so fast."

"Did he hurt you? Say anything to you?" Danny's voice got more quiet again, softer again. I swallowed hard and looked back at his amazing blue eyes. "He said," I nearly chocked on my words. "Detective Danny Messer finally has something worth living for, shame she didn't live that long." I closed my eyes tight as tears fell from them. I could feel his arm wrap around the side of my body, and his other hand softly placed against my cheek. He hushed me and I calmed down. I kept my eyes closed. I liked the way that he could suddenly make me happy, no matter what situation I was in.

He slipped away from me, making me open my eyes. He wasn't hovered over me, his arm wasn't around me, and he wasn't near me at all. My breathing rapidly got faster, as I felt like I did before he found me, all alone. I turned my head to see him hastily walking towards him, the person that I was telling him about-Shane Casey. He was let out of prison a couple of weeks ago, because he was being good. Danny had found this out one morning as he watched the news, and he was furious, threw the remote at the TV. I couldn't figure out what he was saying, but he was shouting. I could see a smirk on Shane's face. Their wasn't any police with him, and Shane looked at me and smiled. The smile a villain gives his victims in a horror movie. It gave me goose bumps and I quickly turned away.

Danny returned to me a few minutes later. I grabbed his hand the minute he bent down near me, not wanting him to leave me again. "Stupid bastard. Getting away with murder, well nearly murder." His words confused me. "What are you on about Dan?" He looked at me again. "I told the people with him, what you told me, and that he was in the building, basically he was the one that blew the place up, injuring hundreds of people including you Hun-"

"-Danny. Get to the point." I ordered touching his chest, feeling his rapid heart beat against my fingers.

He swallowed. "They wouldn't believe me. Because that stupid son of a bitch was injured! They didn't believe me that he was the criminal! Just because he was good in jail. Oh, I have half of mine to go knock some senses into them." He exclaimed. I moved my hands up to his face, his grizzly chin tickled my fingers as I caressed his face. He forgot about Shane, and smiled down at me and got closer, I could feel his warm breath against my skin. But the pain from my head was blocking all the happy feelings that he was giving me. I screwed my face up as a wave of pain shook me. I rubbed my head and Danny noticed. "We need to get you looked at properly." He said as he surveyed the grounds for a medic. "Where's Hawkes?" I grunted, still being hit with this pain. "Probably looking after other people that got injured." He said still looking around. I sighed. This whole situation was unexpected. No one would have expected it, even Mac wouldn't have had a bad feeling about the place. Me and Stella had arrived to find Mac investigating the crime scene. A dead woman, homeless, with nothing stolen. Not like she had anything worth stealing, but still, the murder seemed pointless. It must have been a crime of opportunity, someone who craves to kill. But blood smears led to the building. No one had used the building in years, it was all run down and empty…except for…I had investigated it first. Stella followed me but then Shane found me so me and Stella were split up…

Then it hit me. I couldn't see Stella anywhere, couldn't hear her voice amongst the terrified public. I started to panic again. Danny was still trying to find a medic, his eyes went wide when he saw one, and I could hear him ushering him over. But everything around me was all a blur, all I could think about was Stella. What if she was still inside the building when it was exploded? I could see Danny talking to the medic who had arrived by my side. He was telling him my problems, and the medic was smiling at me, probably telling me that I'm going to be fine. I couldn't hear him though. Sure, I'm going to be fine…but what about Stella! The medic was shining a bright light in my eyes and I squinted, wasn't there a better way to see what's wrong instead of blinding me with a stupid light? Shouldn't you be spending time looking for trapped people instead of annoying me. Like poor Stella. Stell, my best friend. The first person that I'd met when I moved here that actually seemed genuine and nice. We've been best friends ever since. Shared secrets and she's been the only person, except for Danny, whom I could really confide to. Sure, I loved Danny, and he was a great help, but it's always great when you have a girl to open up to, someone who can understand exactly how you are feeling because she has experienced the same thing. Danny just ends up kissing me and telling me it's going to be alright, I'm not going to let anything happen to you. And then we end up in bed together. Not like I mind that or anything, but...

"OWWWW!" I screamed out in pain and suddenly I was aware what everyone was doing. Danny squeezed my hand, brought it up to his soft lips, and kissed it.

"Did that hurt Miss Monroe?" The medic stupidly asked. I sighed and frowned at him. "Oh, did the screamed 'ow' not give you a clue?" I sarcastically stated. He was young looking, too young to know what he was doing, especially in a serious situation like this. He got up and walked back towards the ambulance. Danny looked at me and smiled. I remained stern, it didn't help that incompetent rookies didn't do their job properly. "I think you scared him away honey." Danny joked.

"Good." I snapped. Not at Danny, I would never snap at Danny, unless I had a good reason. But I was tired, and in pain, and worried. He smiled a sympathetic smile at me and ran his fingers through my hair.

"Stella's not out here is she?" I asked, knowing the answer.

Danny frowned and turned around scanning the area. He returned and shook his head.

I closed my eyes. "Why?" He asked. I assumed he was guessing the answer. I opened my eyes and slowly told, " She was with me, in the building but we got split up and…" I didn't have to finish my sentence. "I'll tell Mac." He said, reassuring me. It did. Mac would find her. Even if he died doing it. I smiled. He got up and my eyes went wide, I grabbed his hand to stop him, "Don't leave me." I pleaded. He obeyed me and as he sat back down the two medics arrived, the stupid rookie and an older looking one. They had a stretcher, and they carefully placed me onto it, Danny helped, thank god, I didn't trust strangers putting me onto it. Danny held my hand the entire walk back towards the ambulance. I had my eyes closed most of the journey but I opened them when everything suddenly went quieter. I looked at Danny and his eyes were fixed on me, he must have been watching me as he was walking. I smiled a contagious smile as he smiled a big smile back. But then something in his eyes told me that he was hiding something. "Lindsay…I…I have to tell you something." He muttered and looked down. A lump formed in my throat. Last time he had told me those 6 words he told me about him a Rikki. I had forgotten about that during this ordeal. I didn't know if it was my head causing my eyes to water or this. "What is it?" I whispered and closed my eyes. He was going to break up with me wasn't he? I had taken the fact that he slept with Rikki as a grief stricken mistake, forgiven him and let him get over it himself. When I heard his voice calling my name hours earlier it made me realise that he does care. Now he was going to break up with me, and he was going to break my heart, which would add to the list of injuries I already have.

I had been rambling to myself so much that I hadn't heard Danny's response. He was now closer to me gazing at me with curious eyes. I snapped out of my daze and looked at him. I had also not realise that the tears that had been building up in my eyes had shed, raining onto my cheeks drop by drop. He used his thumb to wipe them away, and I winced at his touch. He smiled at me. "Did you not hear me?" He asked.

I swallowed hard and shook my head. He leaned in closer. "I said, I love you." He whispered. He hadn't said that to me…at least not during his grieving stage. I didn't respond. I wanted to, but I didn't know what to say. But he did the speaking for me.

"What I did to you Montana, was stupid. No, it was pathetic and I was a jerk. I couldn't see that what we have, it's too fantastic to destroy. If…if I lost you Linds, I wouldn't know what I'd do. It would all be my fault. You don't know how sorry I am. Me and Rikki…there is no "me and Rikki." Because there's a better person out there, and I'm gazing at her right now."

I smiled and kind of giggled too. Normally, Danny wouldn't be so honest and open to anyone, let alone open his heart out and make a speech towards someone. I could read him like a book, and I believed every word that passed his lips. I could also see that he was slightly embarrassed; he must have thought that what he said was cheesy. To me, it was a perfect apology.

I put all my energy in reaching up to his face, and stroked his cheek.

"Danny, I forgive you. Because, you are right. What we have is far too precious to lose. You have my heart right there," I pointed to his chest. "And something inside of me knows that this was just a stupid mistake. Something to make us stronger. I love you Daniel Messer, and there's no getting rid of me." I laughed softly. He looked like his was going to cry, tears of joy instead of tears of pain though. He rested his forehead on mine softly, considering the fact that my head wasn't feeling 100 yet. I leaned up and stoked my lips against his, giving all my love into his mouth, using my tongue to re-assure him that we are back to the way it was. He also did the same, placing his hand on my face, wanting to be as close to me as possible.

We both shared the same thought. We had nearly lost each other. Both physically and emotionally. However, we are fighters. And together we have fought both battles, and come out alive, and together. This made me think how much I had missed Danny Messer. And we will both remember this day as something that had drawn us together. Now, our priorities revolved around finding Stella alive, and Danny's priorities were looking after me.