A/N: Hey Guys! As usual thanks for you're reviews they are much appreciated. This chapter is probably more fluff than anything else. Other characters will be introduced in the coming chapters. Next chapter will likely be extremely emotional and possibly deal with the aftermath of the shootout at the bar and Lindsay's reaction to the blood pool in the diner. Anyway I hope you enjoy this little installment.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of the lyrics they belong to CBS and The Kooks; I do however enjoy borrowing them.

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You Make It Real//Chapter Four:: "And take whatever you have to take, you know I love ya. Come however you have to come, and get it out and get it out."

Standing over the hot stove the smell of Bolognese sauce wafting through the small apartment Danny dropped the spatula from his hand as he heard the reporter on the nightly news say her name. After a few moments in which his body froze Danny finally forced himself to shift in position to gain a better view of the television in the living room. Seeing her Academy picture stretched across the screen, Danny half smiled remembering the different times he had shared with her.

After putting Lucy down Lindsay closed the door to her daughters room softly and headed across the hallway and into the living room. Expecting to find her husband busy in the kitchen throwing together his family Bolognese recipe, Lindsay was somewhat surprise when she found him standing over the island bench in their kitchen with both of his palms planted flat against the bench as if it was the only thing keeping him standing, pots bubbling away meters from him on the stove. Noticing his eyed glued to the television screen Lindsay spoke hesitantly,

"Danny."

Snapped out of his thoughts by his wife's voice Danny looked up at her and gave off another weak smile,

"They're talking 'bout Jess," a short emotionless laugh escaped his lips, "I still can't believe it, no matter how many times I hear it Linds, she was one of us, and she died protecting a worthless piece of scum, she deserved better than that Linds…argh…sorry it just it's still so hard to believe."

Lindsay approached her husband and placed her hand over his on the counter.

"I know. I know I didn't know Jess that well, but I do know she deserved better than that. But she was a damn good cop, and a good cop follows orders no matter how bull shit they are. Did they mention anything about the funeral?"

Danny shook his head.

"Nah, Mac said her parents want to keep it private, we'll all be notified once a time and date have been finalized and Mac will make sure we can all attend."

Lindsay nodded.

"We'll have to make sure your mother can take Lucy, I don' really think it would be appropriate to take her."

Danny nodded in agreement allowing Lindsay's words to transport him back into the present.

Watching her husband shuffle back towards the stovetop and resume stirring his Bolognese sauce Lindsay contemplated setting the table for their dinner however the need to both offer and receive comfort won out. Stepping towards Danny and wrapping her arms around his waist from behind him she pressed herself tightly against his back and placed short kisses to his shirt covered left shoulder blade. She felt his body relax against her and automatically snuggled even closer into him.

Feeling his wife's arms wrap around him Danny turned off the gas stove and turned in her arms so that he was facing her.

"Thank you."

Lindsay smiled now placing a soft kiss on her husbands shirt covered peck.

"For what?"

"For understanding what's going on in my head, for listening to me but not pushing me to talk, for everything."

Lindsay smiled.

"In that case ditto." Watching a perplexed look spread across her husbands face Lindsay chuckled, "Dan, chances are anything you're feeling I'm feeling to, some things I'm ready to talk about and some I'm not, but I know that when I do feel like talking about what's going on in my head you're here and I can talk to you, I know that and I hope you feel the same way."

Placing a soft kiss on the top of his wife's head Danny nodded,

"I do babe, I do."

Lindsay pushed herself up onto her the tips of her toes and placed a soft kiss on her husbands lips, Danny responding eagerly deepening the kiss and turning them so that small of her back was pressed against the kitchen counter.

When they finally pulled apart, both breathing somewhat heavily Lindsay smirked,

"So when am I getting my dinner, Messer."

Danny laughed.

"Well how about you go put in one of those feel good movies you love, I'll plate up and we can spend the evening together on the couch with a big bowl of 'Bolognese alla Messer'," with a smirk across his face he looked directly into his wife's eyes, "oh and I might even have a beer."

Lindsay scowled.

"You just wait Danny, you just wait."