A/n: As usual….Not for me…I do own a really nice flat screen though…Makes Wednesdays all the better. Italics are either flashbacks or peoples thoughts.

Lindsay woke up, leapt out of the bed, and ran into the bathroom, locking the door. 'Shit shit shit! What the hell was I thinking? Smart move Lindsay!! Crap, what to do?' She heard Danny knocking on the door, calling out to her, begging her to open the door. A tear rolled down her cheek. She didn't want to tell Danny the story.

Sighing, Danny leaned on the wall beside the door, knowing that Montana wouldn't open the door. Once she set her mind to something, she didn't change it. He remembered the conversation they had after the Holly Golightly case.

"Montana, you know, you're a stubborn woman."

Lindsay, who had been working at her desk quietly, lifted her head up to meet the piercing blue gaze Danny gave her. "I am?"

"Well, take a look at it from my point of view. You were determined to go into that building, knowing that you could get hurt. I mean, you didn't even know the girl, but you were willing to risk your life to save her. Even after I told you that you shouldn't-"

"But Danny, you didn't say I shouldn't. You said that going undercover wasn't our job."

"Same thing. You knew the risks, you knew that I didn't want you to go, but you still went. And I've been trying to get you to go out on-"

"Danny, if you even breathe the word 'date', I'll tell Sid that you haven't had sex in almost 2 months, and you to know if blue balls are possible."

Danny's jaw dropped. "Montana! You wouldn't dare."

Lindsay raised an eyebrow, enticing him to test her limits. Danny gulped and returned to work.

"Stubborn woman." he whispered.

Danny knew that the only thing to do was to wait for her to tell him what happened. He was filled in on the bits and pieces. Stella called Lindsay in for a shift- Brad answered the phone, telling Stella that she wasn't there. He didn't know where she was, and frankly didn't care. Brad mentioned that they had a slight disagreement, and Lindsay stormed out of her apartment. That was the warning signal for Stella- Lindsay wouldn't leave, she would have asked Brad to leave. Stella called Mac, who in turn conference called the whole team to keep a look out for Lindsay, and call him when she was found and safe.

Danny had a gut feeling that something had happened, but didn't want to mention it out loud to his teammates.

Sighing, he slid to the floor, leaning his head against the wall, legs stretched out in front of him. He listened to his mantle clock tick loudly in the quiet apartment. After what seemed like hours, the handle on the bathroom door turned. Lindsay walked out, slowly treading around Danny, who still sat on the floor, watching her move in his clothes.

He knew she was hot. From the first time he saw her at the Zoo with that pink button-down, he knew she was hiding something unbelievably amazing under those clothes. Now, seeing her in his clothes brought on a tingling to his groin that nearly shocked him.

'Oh boy, here she is looking beat the fuck up, and all I can think about is how hot she looks.'

He brought his legs up so that his knees were parallel to the floor; he rested his arms on his legs, still watching Lindsay and effectively hiding the slight hardness.

Lindsay walked over the wall opposite Danny and turned to him. She slowly lifted up her shirt, wincing at the pain she felt in her ribs. She heard Danny draw in a sharp breath, and she figured the first of the bruises on her abdomen were already show. She felt tears prickling at her eyes, closing her eyes to hold them in. Slowly she removed the whole of her shirt, happy that she left her bra on. She then reached for the waistband of the sweatpants, pushing them down with one solid movement, happy she left her underwear on. She didn't open her eyes- she didn't want to see the look on Danny's face when he saw her bruised and battered. Shivering, she turned in a slow circle, allowing Danny to see the whole of her body.

"Lindsay?"

She opened her eyes. Danny wasn't sitting on the floor in front of her anymore; he was standing directly in front of her, his shirt in his hands.

"Put it back on. You're freezing."

Lindsay sighed as she felt his warm hands guide the shirt over her head and she pushed her arms through. He guided her over to his couch, sitting at one end, motioning for her to do the same thing. She gently sat and brought her feet up, leaning against the arm rest. Danny pulled the throw over the back of the couch and covered her legs.

They sat and stared at each other. The clock ticked loudly.

"Danny, it was Brad."

He nodded.

"Are you mad at me?"

He shook his head.

"You knew didn't you?"

"About him hitting you? No. About you guys having an argument? Yes. That you might show up here? Yes. Linds, what happened?"

"He saw us together getting pizza. He was on the other side of the restaurant. He saw you put your hand on my back, saw you guide me out the door. He thought something was going on. When I got home, he was waiting. It didn't matter that he was at the restaurant with another woman, who he is also dating. It didn't matter that Stella and Hawkes was in the truck waiting for us to come back. He gave me three minutes to explain. When I said we were out for lunch, he pushed me against the wall, and just started kicking me. He kneed me in the chest, kicked me in the ribs, slapped me across the face. When I didn't get up, he grabbed me by the arms and threw me against the door. I had gotten my gun out by the time he hit me again. But it didn't matter. He was already choking me, and he grabbed my gun and threw it into the kitchen. He asked me if I liked making him angry, he wanted to know if we were fucking each other, he asked me if I though that you'd like to be the one that found my dead body. The last thing I remember is him saying I would only be his for as long as I lived, and no others. I think I blacked out."

Danny listened, watching her face for the entire story, waiting for her to shed a tear. But Lindsay Monroe's face was calm. He could see the bruising on her jaw, the hand marks on her neck. His erection was gone, his heart felt hollow.

"When I came around, I was on the floor, and he wasn't anywhere. My keys were gone- so was my cell and gun. I changed clothes, and walked over here."

"Lindsay, why didn't you call one of us to come get you?"

She didn't answer. She sighed and got up off the couch, walking again to his large windows.

"Danny- there's more. I think I'm pregnant."

A/N- I KNOW!!! What a place to end right? Anyways…R/R please…Much thanks!