Danny had given Lindsay space for a few days. He needed to get his housing in order and he didn't want to stress her out completely. He had found an apartment not a block away from her place. He wanted to be close if she needed him, but he didn't want to completely smother her.
Getting off the elevator, he walked to the hospital room that held Lindsay in it, a bouquet of fresh daisies in his hands. He stopped dead in his tracks when he found the bed made and no signs of any occupants.
Finding the nearest nurse's station, he charged over, "Lindsay Monroe? Where is she?" he demanded.
"She was released last night," the nurse explained not even looking up at him.
"You let a 3 month pregnant woman who was just shot two days ago go home?" he asked incredulously.
The woman just looked at him.
Breathing in deep to calm his nerves, "Who did she leave with?"
Nobody had called him, not that he expected Lindsay to, but maybe Flack or even Stella if they had taken her home, would have called him.
"We can't disclose that information with you sir," she replied in calm voice.
Danny ran to her apartment building, and took the steps two at a time, the bouquet of flowers still firmly in his grasp only a little worse for wear. Skidding to halt in front of her door, he raised his hand to it, and wrapped loudly on the door.
"Montana!" he yelled as he stood there waiting for an answer, any answer.
"Thanks for doing this, Brett," Lindsay said as she settled onto her bed. The lower half of her body as flat as she could get it.
"That's what families for right?" Brett Hastings, Lindsay's Uncle Freddie's son, replied.
Then they heard a loud rapping on the door, and the thick Staten Island accent, call their home state from the other side.
Sighing heavily Lindsay rolled her eyes.
"That him?" Brett asked.
"Yep," she replied curtly.
"Montana, open the door, baby!"
"He won't go away until he sees me," she knew how persistent he could be.
"You sure?"
Sighing again, she ran a hand over her face, then nodded her head yes. "Cause if we don't answer the door, he just might break it down to get to me."
"That bad?"
Lindsay shrugged her shoulders, "He just thinks he's in love with me," she replied softly.
Brett walked out to the living room and opened the door.
Danny heard the door being unlocked and waited anxiously. He had his head trained down to Lindsay's level, so when the door opened and he eyes meet with a male body that mimicked the stature of Don's, he was taken aback.
He looked at the person in front of him. A man in his early 30's, in his girl's apartment, that he had never meet? "Who the hell are you?!"