Just realized I didn't post an A/N or Disclaimer before (oops).
A/N: This is my first EVER fic, I actually started this before kkristabell and I started doing joint fics! Hope you enjoyed the first chapter and hopefully will get a few things cleared up but there's plenty more to go!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of it, wish I did though!
Chapter 2:
FLACK?!?
At the sound of a somewhat confused and angry female yelling his name he sat bolt upright in bed, which made the pounding in his head that much worse.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED!!!!????"
" Good God Lindsay, do you have to screech like that?"
"YES, AS A MATTER OF FACT I DO. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?" She was about ready to go into panic mode. 'This can't be happening. Deep breathes, deeper, deeper. God, I'll hyperventilate at this rate.'
Flack noticed she was getting a little panicky and got up. He walked up to her, grabbed her by the upper arms and gave her a little shake.
"Lindsay! Relax, breathe, and look at me."
"I am!"
"No, you're not. What am I wearing?"
Something finally registered in her brain. "Clothing. You're wearing clothing." Damn if she didn't sound a little bit excited. "Oh thank God."
"Hey," he grumbled, "standing right here, don't bruise the ego too bad."
"Sorry." She felt herself blush from the roots of her hair to the neckline of her shirt. 'Oh good, I have clothes on too, all my clothes as a matter of fact.'
He left her go and motioned to the bed. "Sit, please."
"Yes sir." She felt like a teenager caught with a boy for the first time.
He sat also, a little further away. "Look, you were in really bad shape last night. After that dance with Danny you kinda freaked or somethin'. You stumbled out the door of the bar and almost fell into the street. Danny was going to come after you but I grabbed him and made him stay. After seeing your reaction to the dance I figured you didn't really want him around last night." He waited to see if anything was coming back to her.
She just hung her head and looked really sad.
"Look Lindsay, I've never taken advantage of any woman. Frankly, I don't have to, but I wouldn't even if I did, I'm not that kinda guy." This made her look at him. "You were really worked up when I ran out after you. I'm sure you don't remember everything but you said several times, 'I love you'." That made her put her head back down and get a little pink. "In fact several times you kissed me." Okay, now she looked kinda like a bright red apple.
"God, Don, I'm really sorry."
"There's more." Okay, I'll shut up now!
"Lindsay, you called me Danny all night." OH NO! Now everyone's going to know. Tears started to gather. Since she didn't seem able to meet his eyes or even look up for that matter, Don dropped to his knees in front of her and took her small cold hands in his much larger ones.
"I'm only gonna say this once, so please pay attention." Her head came up and her eyes locked onto his blue ones. Blue, but not the right blue was the only thought in her mind. "I admit the situation was tempting, but there was no way I would ever hurt you or one of my best friends. You probably don't even realize I was pulling away long before you passed out. I gotta say, you are one persistent woman when you make your mind up," he chuckled slightly hoping to ease the tense, embarrassed look on her face. It worked, slightly. "The only reason I slept in here was I couldn't find an extra blanket, I didn't know where any light switches were, and I knew for sure you weren't getting back up."
"Thanks Don. It helps knowing you're that kind of friend," she smiled softly.
"And still there is more." Now he looked slightly embarrassed and she probably looked the same way she felt, perplexed.
"Lindsay, you told me what happened." Blank brown eyes continued to stare at him. "In Montana." She blanched. She actually felt herself turn white. "Linds, you okay?" She quickly shook her head back and forth. "No," it was a whisper but spoken none the less.
"First of all, what happens between you and Danny is your business, not that I don't mind being the first to know, but if you don't want anyone else to know, I won't say a word."
"That's just it Don, nothing happened between me and Danny. He asked me about getting together outside of work and I shot him down." Don mulled this over for a second and responded, "It's because of the Montana thing isn't it?" She didn't answer, just hung her head and nodded. "Lindsay, you have to tell him." That got her attention. "No, no way. If I deal with this on my own it'll be better for me and eventually for him."
"That's not fair Lindsay. I already know how you feel; you told me last night. I can tell you that the entire office is hedging bets on when the two of you finally go out, AND I can tell you Danny's already spilled his guts to me about his feelings for you." The tears that had been gathering fell silently leaving trails down both cheeks, "He won't have any feelings after I tell him what happened."
"Of course he will. You're his Montana; to you that might be home but to Danny that's a whole state of mind." There's the smile he was looking for. "Just give it some thought, will you?" She considered Don for a full minute. "You won't say anything? To anyone?" "Lindsay, it's your secret to tell," and he nodded an affirmative.
After getting her serious agreement to consider having a chat with Danny, Don gathered his phone and shoes and headed out the door. Lindsay decided now would be a good time for a shower. As she moved back into her bedroom feeling refreshed and ready to face the remainder of the day her cell phone rang.
"Monroe." Dead silence on the other end, "Hello?"
"Lindsay?" Her heart jumped into her throat, "Danny? Is that you?"
"Yeah." He sounded utterly defeated, "Danny, what's wrong?"
"Nothin'. How's Flack?" Okay, now he sounded slightly angry. He can't possibly know Flack stayed here last night.
"What? What do you mean how's Flack?"
"Well I figured since he's too messed up to answer his own phone . . ."
SHIT!
