Sorry the last Chapter was a bit boring. This is a sweet one. Also why I changed my rating to T.
Disclaimer- I still do not own any of the characters in CSI: NY
She had to do something, sleep wasn't an option at this point, not after what happened. Suddenly, lighting flashed outside, with the thunder following shortly after. Lindsay shivered as the rain started, pounding on her window with an inhuman force. For no reason, she decided what she needed to do. She dropped her coat and keys, heading to the window, opening it quickly and climbing out onto the fire escape, letting the rain soak into her clothes and skin, trying to let it wash away the memories that the interview had sparked. The wind whipped her wet hair around her face, the rain still pelting down. She wasn't sure how long she had been standing there when she heard a soft knocking sound from the window behind her. Turning around, she jumped upon seeing Danny standing inside. He opened the window and climbed out onto the fire escape not saying a word.
"Danny…" Lindsay whispered. She turned her face to him, he noticed she had been crying. Still silent he wrapped his arms around Lindsay, holding on tight. She buried her face in his shirt, his body warm and comforting against her cold wet one. Right now, nothing else mattered. Danny bent his head toward hers, his Staten Island accent soothing her mind, "You should come inside Lindsay. You'll get sick if you stay out here too long."
Lindsay shook her head, allowing herself to cry freely. She tightened her arms around his back, her body shaking with every sob.
"Shh… it's gonna be okey Lindsay" he whispered in her ear again, "Don't cry."
After standing in his arms for who knows how long, Danny slipped one arm under Lindsay's knees and lifted her effortlessly back through the window into the apartment. He followed after her, closing the window behind him. They each stood there a moment, letting the rain drip off of them. Finally, Lindsay spoke, her voice hushed, "I'm going to go change" Danny nodded, removing his raindrop covered glasses. As Lindsay stepped into her bedroom, Danny removed his soaking wet shirt and went to hang it over a chair. He noticed Lindsay's discarded coat and keys on the floor. Sighing, he went and sat on the couch, his head in his hands. After a few minutes, he heard the bedroom door open, sitting up quickly so Lindsay wouldn't see him sitting in such a frustrated manor. Danny studied her for a moment as she walked into the living room. She wore a plain tank top with extra long gray sleep pants. Her wet hair was pulled back into a ponytail. He noticed that the rain had washed off all her makeup, and he could see a thin white line running across her neck. Why hadn't he seen it before?
Lindsay finally spoke, interrupting his thoughts, "You're quiet Danny." Her voice was still barely above a whisper.
"I'm thinking" he said, standing up.
Lindsay looked at her feet, unable to look at him, "I'm sorry Danny." It was all she could say.
"When were you going to tell me Lindsay?" he reached out at tipped her chin up so he could see her brown eyes. She studied his eyes for a moment, they were full of worry, pain and anger.
She stepped back from him, "It's not like I can just go around telling people I changed my name because whenever someone said 'Sarah' all I could think about is the man who raped me and nearly killed me!" She raised her voice a little.
After a small silence, Danny spoke, "Were you ever going to tell me?"
Lindsay looked up at him when he spoke, she heard the pain in his voice and saw it in his eyes, feeling a pain in her heart. Danny continued, "Or would you just keep telling me that bad dreams are nothing, that they don't mean anything. I'd never know what those scars are from. How long would I have to worry?"
Lindsay spoke, her voice fierce but quiet, "Maybe you shouldn't worry so much"
As soon as the words came out of her mouth she regretted them. Danny looked as if she had just stabbed him in the heart. After a few moments, he spoke, more pain creeping into his voice, "I worry because I love you." Lindsay blinked a few times, trying to keep the tears from falling down her face, but Danny continued, "If you don't want me to, I can just leave." He walked over to the chair where is wet shirt hung.
"NO!" Lindsay raised her voice, the urgency in her voice making Danny turn around.
"No" she whispered again, "I don't want to fight with you Danny. Don't leave. I need you."
He crossed the space between them in three steps, taking her hands in his. He lowered his head to whisper in her ear, "I'd never want to fight with you Montana" he ran his hand down her arm, feeling her flesh tingle. Lindsay put her head on Danny's bare chest, listening to his heartbeat.
"I love you Danny." She whispered, almost inaudible, letting her tears flow again. As the first teardrop rolled down Danny's skin, he took a small step away from Lindsay, cupped her face in his hands. With his thumbs he gently brushed the tears off her face, looking deep into her eyes, smiling a little, "I didn't think you had any left in there" he said as he wiped another tear away from her face. She laughed softly, but she was cut off by a kiss. Danny moved his arms around her waist, and Lindsay wrapped her arms around his neck. After the kiss broke off, they stood in each other's arms, cheek to cheek. Danny listened to Lindsay breathe, content just to be with her. Lindsay inhaled softly, she loved the way Danny smelled. It was hard to describe, but it always comforted her, that's the reason she slept at his apartment whenever she had the chance, it was almost as good as being with him.
Danny tightened his hold on Lindsay, wanting her to know that she was always safe with him, but without warning, Lindsay broke away, her brown eyes full of panic. Danny gave her a confused look.
"I can't do this Danny!" he opened his mouth to say something, but she cut him off, "He said he'd come back, and kill me, and anyone who's close to me. It wouldn't be safe for you!"
Danny couldn't help but laugh. Lindsay looked scared and confused. "I'm serious Danny!"
He wrapped his arms around Lindsay, who tried to push him away. "You obviously don't understand where I grew up, and what I was into"
With that comment, Lindsay stopped struggling, Danny continued, "You're always safe with me. Besides" He stepped back and held onto Lindsay's hands, "Mac said that creep wasn't getting away with anything. He'll be in jail for a long time."
Lindsay looked down at their interlocked hands, "I don't want to think about it." Her voice went hushed again, Danny kissed her forehead gently.
"Then don't."
She nodded slowly, studying him for a moment, his muscular arms, his chest moving in and out with each breath, then looking at his eyes, she slowly smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck again. "When do you have to work next Messer?"
He laughed deep, yet softly, kissing her on the lips quickly, "Not until noon tomorrow"
"Good" she whispered in his ear, making him shiver. With that, Danny picked Lindsay up in the same fashion as before, but this time walking into the bedroom. He turned off the lights and closed the door behind him.
