Quite a long one this time and not that exciting, but hold out for me, I'm hoping it's gonna get better, although I have no idea what is going to happen next.
Thanks for all the reviews people. I feel LOVED!!
Also, I don't own CSI, but I'm sure by now you already know that!
Haunted by the past
--
Resting
Danny continued to hold Lindsay tightly. Her breathing was slowing and the tears had gone. He looked down at her and saw that her eyes were closed, she was sleeping. He rested his head into hers, taking in her smell and laid a gentle kiss into her hair. He continued to listen to her gentle breathing for a few moments before standing, being careful not to wake her, he lifted her into his arms with ease and carried her slowly into her bedroom. He placed her sleeping form onto the bed and pulled the covers over her shoulders. Again he leant down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, marvelling at how peaceful she looked after everything she had told him before standing back up.
Danny left Lindsay's bedroom as quietly as he had entered, leaving the door slightly ajar so that he would be able to hear if she woke up. His eyes scanned the apartment, it was a mess, empty beer bottles littered the kitchen worktops, piles of dirty dishes lay in the sink, unopened mail scattered in the living room. He sighed, how had he not realised was going on with her, he'd noticed that she hadn't been quite herself for the past few weeks but he put it down to missing home or something, never would he have thought she was hiding something like this.
Moving over to the kitchen he gathered up the empty bottles and put them into a bin bag. He then gathered up the rest of the rubbish from her apartment, old newspapers, takeout containers and the broken lamp and put the full bag by the door, ready to take out. Next it was time to tackle the dirty dishes, but not before peering around the bedroom door to check that Lindsay was still asleep. He found her curled in a tight ball, as if protecting herself, but she was asleep, and he was thankful for that. He continued over to the kitchen and proceeded to wash the dishes, from what he could guess it had to have been at least three days, if not more, since she'd done any sort of cleaning. The whole time he was stood at the sink his thoughts drifted to Lindsay, to the things she had told him...
We were saying goodbye
One last time
They sounded so happy
I heard a bang, then there was another bang, and another, and another
I didn't do anything. I should have done something. Anything.
Tears began building in his eyes again as he thought of what she had gone through, and obviously hadn't dealt with. He fought them back though, he was no use to Lindsay like that, he had to stay strong, for her. So he continued his quest to clean her apartment before she woke up, keeping himself busy. He put all of her unopened mail in a pile on her coffee table, returned her books to her bookshelf and generally put things back where they belonged, as best he could.
Once he was happy with the living area and kitchen Danny moved his attention to the bathroom, again, checking on Lindsay on the way. She was still sleeping in the same position, curled up under the sheets. He wondered how long it had been since she had slept so soundly, from the looks of her over the past few days, probably a while. He left with a smile and moved over to the bathroom, his smile dropped as he saw the virtually empty bottle of tequila on the floor, close to where Lindsay had been sitting previously. He picked it up and washed the little liquid which remained down the sink then took the empty bottle to the bin bag he had placed by the door. On returning to the bathroom his eyes were drawn to the side of the bath tub. There was a red smear which he hadn't noticed previously, he was almost certain it was blood. He knew there could be a million perfectly innocent explanations, she had a nose bleed, she cut her self shaving, but something didn't settle right with him. Pushing those thoughts out of his head he wiped the blood away, convincing himself that he was being paranoid.
Once he had finished cleaning up the bathroom he noticed that her laundry hamper was full and decided he would do some of it for her.
Just as he was about to empty the hamper onto the ground he heard Lindsay in the bedroom, it wasn't a scream, but neither was it a pleasant sound, it sounded like a pained grunt.
Danny ran over to the bedroom, upon entering he saw Lindsay now laid on her back, her head shaking from side to side, her hands clenching at the sheets so hard that her knuckles turned white, beads of sweat trickling down her furrowed brow.
Danny quickly moved over to her side, sitting on the side of her bed, resting his hand on her cheek.
"Lindsay, it's just a dream..." he whispered into her ear, she noticeably relaxed at the sound of his voice, "...come on Linds, it's just a dream, your fine. I'm here Lindsay."
Suddenly Lindsay screamed and shot up in bed. Danny startled at the sudden movement, jumped back before grabbing Lindsay into a tight embrace.
Lindsay felt Danny's arms wrap around her and sunk her head into his chest, grabbing at the material of his shirt with her fists, letting her tears escape from her eyes.
As soon as his arms were around her Danny was relieved to feel her sink into the embrace. He pulled her in tighter, stroking her back and continuing to tell her that it was just dream and that he was there.
Hours seemed to pass before Lindsay stopped crying but Danny finally felt her shoulders stop shaking and she began to sit up. As she did he removed his arms from around her back. He lifted his right hand to her face and wiped the tears away from her eyes, as he did so she looked into his eyes, not saying anything, but he knew what she was thinking, she was saying thank you with her eyes. His left arms drifted down her side and rested on her right thigh.
Suddenly Lindsay jumped back at the feel of his hand resting on the painful area on her thigh. Danny saw the pain in her eyes and looked at her questioningly.
"I er, I banged into the table earlier. Just a little sore." Lindsay replied to his questioning look, her eyes didn't meet his once throughout her explanation.
"Oh, right" Danny said, unconvinced, but reluctant to push the issue.
Silence stretched out between them, neither knowing what to say. Danny kept his eyes on Lindsay, watching her every movement. Lindsay refused to make eye contact with him for fear that he would see the truth in her eyes. Somehow whenever he looked into her eyes he could tell what she was thinking.
"Erm. Thanks Danny, you didn't have to stay." Lindsay said, finally breaking the silence, but still not meeting Danny's gaze.
"Well after all that booze you drank I wasn't sure if you were asleep or unconscious" Danny said, half joking, trying to lighten the mood.
It worked as he saw a smile tugging at Lindsay's lips.
"Yeah, about that..." She looked uncomfortable
"I won't tell Mac" Danny replied, cutting her off before she had to try and come up with an excuse.
"Thanks..." She replied, now meeting his gaze, a small smile on her face, "...I'm gonna go to the bathroom."
Danny nodded as she stood and began to walk out of the bedroom, he followed her. Once she got to the doorway she stopped, her eyes scanning the rooms in front of her.
"You cleaned up", she said turning to the man behind her.
"Well, it was quite a mess, dare I say it was worse than my place" he replied with a smile.
"Thanks Danny, you really didn't have to." She said as she made her way over to the bathroom.
Danny watched her as she shut the door behind her and made his way over to the kitchen to make some much needed coffee.
As Lindsay walked into the bathroom her eyes went wide and her heart started pounding, he'd cleaned in there too. Her eyes cast over to the laundry basket which was not in its normal position. She hurriedly began tugging things out of it until she reached the bottom and sighed when she found the bloodied towel, still with the evidence from her earlier transgression wrapped inside. Quickly she stuffed the laundry back into the hamper and replaced it to its usual position. She looked at the broken razor in her hand, wondering what to do with the offending object.
She put the broken plastic parts into the bin, toying with whether to do the same with the blade she stood up and heard a knock at the door.
"You OK Linds?"
She glanced at her reflection in the mirror on the door of her cabinet. Dark bags hung under her bloodshot eyes, the results of endless sleepless nights. Her skin lacked its usual glow, from the countless meals missed, replaced by caffeine.
She sighed again, "Yeah Dan, I'm fine, be out in a minute."
Opening the cabinet, regretfully she placed the blade inside a box of tampons; at least she knew Danny definitely wouldn't look in there. She didn't want to carry on this way, but she didn't know how else to deal with her emotions.
"Good, cos I've made coffee" She could hear the smile in his voice and smiled herself, only slightly, but it was the most she had smiled in weeks.
"Great." She replied, closing the cabinet just before turning to leave the bathroom.
Reviews are always welcome.
