Leaving the bathroom, Danny crossed the lab to his office, sitting down at his desk he let out a big sigh and rubbed his fists into his eyes. Feeling powerless was no way to go through life, this morning he woke up and he had never felt so alive and now he felt worse then death.
Hearing a knock at the door he looked up to see Hawkes, he looked concerned almost scared at Danny's weak appearance.
"Hey man, how you doing?" He said as he entered the office and sat down across from Danny.
"When I know I'll tell you. Heard anything about Linds?" Danny said as he adjusted his glasses and sat back in his chair.
"Yeah, Stella called about ten minutes ago. She's alright man; concussion, some bruised ribs and some stitches. Nothing she can't handle." He paused and looked straight at Danny, "Listen man, you know this isn't your fault right? You couldn't control this."
"I don't want to talk about it Sheldon." Danny was looking at his hands, he knew if he looked at Hawkes he might not be able to keep it together.
"Alright, but when you do..." He moved to stand up, "Mac wants Flack and I to go check out your apartment. I don't want you thinking we're trying to get into your life. Anything that we should know about before we get there?" He had a very serious look on his face, the way he was staring at Danny made him feel like a misbehaved student.
"Like what? What do you mean?" Danny was getting defensive, he knew that Hawkes was just trying to look out for his well being, but the thought of someone going through his apartment when he wasn't around made his head hurt.
"Danny come on man, you know thats not what I meant. I mean, how was your apartment this morning? Neat, messy? Does it look likes its been trashed? I need to know." As he finished he put a hand on his shoulder.
"Yeah, right... sorry." Danny took a deep breathe, he needed to calm himself down. "I think it's pretty clean. Lindsay left after me, so knowing her, she probably cleaned up." He smiled to himself, the thought of Lindsay was still making him feel sick.
"Alright, Danny I have your best interest at heart here. We're still the good guys, we'll catch who ever is doing this. I promise." Hawkes gave him a pat on the back and turned and left the office.
Danny sat for a few minutes trying to control his thoughts and breathing, once again feeling powerless, he turned to his computer. Remembering the license number was harder then he thought, every time he tried to put the numbers and letters in order Lindsay's bloody head popped into his mind. Shaking it off, he tried again; nothing.
"Fuck, this is useless." He said out loud, standing up and walking to the door, picking up his keys as he went. Getting to the door he practically ran into Mac, pushing past him, Mac put out a hand onto Danny's shoulder and turned him around.
"Going somewhere?" Mac had a hint of anger in his voice.
"Yeah, the hospital. I can't concentrate on anything, I am useless sitting here. If I can't help with this I am going to Lindsay, she needs me." Feeling nothing but anger and frustration, his tone was not what he expected it to be.
"Danny, you need to calm down. Lindsay's okay, Stella is still with her. I told you, you're not going anywhere with out police supervision." Danny pulled away from Mac and continued down the hallway. "Danny I'm not kidding, you can go to the hospital, but I am putting a uniform with you." Mac yelled after him as he walked to the elevators. Suddenly Danny just stopped and dropped his head.
"Fine!" he said as he turned back to Mac, "Whose coming with me?"
Not too long after, Danny and a young cop by the name of Johnson were on the way to Mercy Hospital. He had to be no more then twenty five, he wasn't really meant for protection, more for colour. Pulling up Danny turned to the kid and gave him a once over.
"So, how long you been in uniform?" Danny asked not taking his eyes off the road in front of him.
"'Bout three years. My Pops is a cop, works out of the 55th for the last twenty five years." Johnson answered. "He told me all about you and your family. So don't try and small talk with me. I'm not interested." Danny turned to the young cop sitting in the passenger seat next to him, confusion written all over his face.
"Excuse me?" Danny said angrily.
"Listen, I didn't ask for this detail. I don't want to be here any more then you do. The last thing I need is get involved in whatever bullshit you've stepped into." he said with a serious tone.
"Bullshit? What the hell are you talking about? This has nothing to do with my family, and don't even TRY to think you understand anything about me kid." Danny spat as he pulled into the parking lot of the hospital. Getting out of the car he slammed the door shut behind him and walked into the hospital. His hands were shaking with anger as he marched up to reception.
"I'm looking for Lindsay Monroe's room?" He sounded more angry then he intended to.
"I'm sorry sir, I am not allowed to give out any information..." before she finished Danny pulled out his badge and flashed it in front of her, the young cop slowly walked up behind him.
"Ah, room 617, 12th floor."
"Thanks." As he turned and walked quickly down the hall to the elevators. He pressed the button and entered, "Where do you think you're going?" He said to the young cop as he moved to enter with him.
"My orders are to be with you at all times. Not my orders, so suck it up." he replied as he entered the elevator with Danny.
"Yeah, I can give you something else to suck." Danny retorted back as the doors closed.
Walking down the hall to Lindsay's room, Danny felt butterflies in his stomach. Afraid of what was about to become of the relationship he worked so hard to create and to keep, the thought of loosing it made his heart hurt.
As he got closer to room 617, he saw Stella standing outside of it talking with a uniformed officer.
"Danny? Hey, I just talked to Flack. Have you?" Stella said as she walked up to Danny and put a hand on his forearm.
"What? Why?" he said confusingly. "What's going on Stel?" he continued.
"Mac sent Hawkes and Flack over to your apartment to check for someone on your fire escape and..." she paused, afraid of his reaction, "...some one has been in your apartment Danny. Today. They found fresh blood and a broken picture frame." She gave him a look of concern that said 'It's going to be ok!' Danny's face dropped, there were no words to explain how he was feeling, he was at loss for words.
Danny said nothing, just turned and walked into Lindsay's room where he saw her lying in bed. She was awake and staring out the window; feeling Danny enter the room she turned and looked to the door. Danny stood waiting for a reaction from her, he wanted to shower and run away. He wanted whoever was destroying his life to disappear, he wanted to hurt them. All he really wanted was to hold Lindsay and have her say it was all going to be okay.
Lindsay held out her hand to him, he walked to the bed and took it in his. Bringing her hand to his face he kissed the back of it before sitting beside her.
"I'm sorry Linds, I am so so sorry." He said without looking her in the eyes.
"Where were you Danny?" Lindsay was in pain, but what hurt worse were the lies that were between herself and Danny. "Where did you go this morning? What happened?"
Danny raised his head and looked at her directly in the eyes, he couldn't lie anymore.
"Someone is stalking me. Someone sent me some photos this morning and I lost it. I didn't know what to do, so I went to Flack." Danny explained as Lindsay pulled her hand away.
"Photos of what?" Her face was contorted with anger. Danny's heart began to race.
"Lindsay..." He said, trying to defer her attention.
"Photos of what, Danny?" she said with anger in her tone. Pulling her hand out of his grasp.
"Lindsay, they were pictures..." Danny took a deep breathe and continued. "of us. You and me, from last night... I was going to tell you, I just couldn't." Never in his life had he ever been so ashamed, he should have told her. Instead of Flack, he should have trusted her. Lindsay turned away from him and looked out the window, her breathing was hitched she was obviously upset.
"So let me get this straight. This morning you get an envelope of photos, of us in what could only be sexual positions, and instead of telling me about it, you go to Flack?" Turning her attention back to Danny, he saw the tears in her eyes. "Why? Why in the FUCK did you not tell me?"
"Lindsay, please you have to understand! I didn't know what to do, I panicked and I was scared. Flack is the only one who knew about us, I wasn't thinking clearly. I just..." Lindsay cut him off before he could finish.
"Oh I understand Danny, I understand completely. You obviously don't trust me; you put me in danger because you can't let yourself trust me." A tear rippled down her cheek as she stared deep into his eyes.
Danny was completely speechless, he had never intended for her to get hurt. His chest hurt, air was trapped in his lungs, he didn't know what to say, or if there was anything he could say. He sat on her bed and stared at her with his mouth open, terrified of what she would say next.
"I want you to go. I need some time, just go." she said, with what strength she had left she pushed him off the bed, "I said GO!"
Danny straightened himself out and turned around and walked slowly to the door, when he reached it, he turned back at Lindsay who was staring out the window again.
"I love you, Lindsay and I do trust you." He said softly as he walked out the door. Lindsay broke down in tears and cried into her pillow.
Sooo... little bit of a twist. Review, review, review!! Tell me what you think!
