gotta run!! Enjoy and review!
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Emilia's POV
I can't stop laughing when we arrive at the lab. Not only by Danny's statement, but by the sweetness of it. He reminds me so much of my big brother; always so overprotective. He always wanted to kick the first man who set his eyes on me, just like Danny wants. He drops the suitcase on the floor beside the table. He suddenly frowns, as he reaches for the back pocket of his jeans, instantly cursing under his breathe.
"What is it?"
"I think I lost my phone."
"How can you have lost your phone? It's not even THAT small!" He snaps his head towards me, visibly upset. I immediately wish I hadn't spoke at all.
"We have to go back." He grabs his jacket and made his way toward the exit. I follow him close. I let him drive even though I shouldn't; a pissed driver is a bad driver. At least that's what my uncle used to say. Before we walk out of the car, I grab his hand to stop him. There's something bad about this, I can feel it.
"What?" he asks in a harsh tone.
"Can we at least wear a vest? This is a crime scene, after all."
"C'mon, it will only take a few minutes," he protests. He walks out. I do the same but slowly. I cannot explain how scared I am or how wrong I think this is.
"Let's call for back up."
"To get my phone? Are you crazy? This is only a matter of minutes." He continues walking and before I knew it, we were at the crime scene again. Danny looks around the room to where his cell phone might have landed without him noticing. The scene is so quiet it scares me. Still, I feel as if someone is looking at us from somewhere. I tried to warn him, but I couldn't find my voice. He stands up and runs toward me. I don't understand why until I hear gunshots coming from behind me. I can't see anything, since Danny's body is covering mine when we hit the ground.
Silence falls between us. I tried to take Danny's arms away from my waist, but he doesn't even move. I turn around slowly, as I feel something warm on my back.
Blood.
God! I'm bleeding. He shot me!
"Danny…" I touch his hand and it feels cold. I shake him, but he doesn't move. Suddenly, I realize it's not me who got shot. "Oh God, Danny."
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Lindsay's POV
I get up from the table after we eat dinner, slowly as usual. The phone rings and I let my father answer, since it would mean I'd have to walk. He knows I'm not in the mood for waking right now.
"Lindsay, it's for you from New York." I frown as I grab the phone. I haven't gotten any phone calls from New York in a month. Stella calls once in a while though just to know how I'm feeling and how the baby is doing. She was the first to know it was a girl.
"Hi, Stella."
"Lindsay…something happened," she says. She sounded scared and sad at the same time. I instantly put my hand on my belly as I feel the baby move. They say babies feel their mother's emotions; she knows this call upsets me.
"What's wrong?" I ask, already fearing the answer.
"Danny's been shot." I close my eyes and bite my lip, fighting back the tears and trying as hard as I can to find control. My dad, knowing immediately that something is wrong, stands next to me for support.
"I'm on my way."
I hang up and walk to my room, my dad following me close. I grab a bag and throw a few clothes in without thinking, my mind stuck on New York, the image of Danny's blood so vivid in my mind.
"Honey, what are you doing?"
"I'm going back to New York," I simply say.
He asks no more questions.
TBC
