Hello everyone! Sorry about not posting for so long. Life got in the way.

Chapter Nine: Meeting the Doctor

After several hours, Danny and I were brought out of our slumber when a doctor walked into the room. I noticed the small smile gracing Danny's lips at the sight of the man. He appeared to be Middle Eastern. He was very tall and flecks of gray sprinkled his dark hair. I decided that this must be Dr. Saheed, the doctor Danny had been talking about.

Giving an exaggerated sigh, the official looking doctor peered at Danny through his glasses and with a very serious tone and said "Mr. Messer, I thought I told you I didn't want to see you here again." the sarcasm was obvious in his voice. He broke out into a small grin. I couldn't help but like the man, especially when I saw the smirk Danny was giving the doctor in return. He was obviously a very easy going guy. "So what's the deal, Danny? Was it random, or did you run out of the pills?"

"Nice to see you too, Doc." Danny said, sarcastically. "And I ran out. I swear, I was keepin' track, but I guess I musta miscounted, 'cause I was just standin' there, in the middle of central park, starin' at an empty prescription bottle." He patted my shoulder, "But Montana here helped me out."

The doctor, apparently only just then noticing me, walked up and shook my hand. "I'm Dr. Saheed, ma'am. I'm Danny's cardiologist. Did he say your name was Montana? That's a very interesting name."

Danny and I both laughed out loud. "No," I said, chuckling, "my name is actually Lindsay, Lindsay Munroe. Danny just calls me 'Montana' to annoy me."

Danny snorted, "You know you love it."

All three of us chuckled. It amazed that we were all able to be so relaxed while Danny was still lying in a hospital bed. Of course, this was probably nothing new for Danny.

Dr. Saheed adopted a more serious tone, "Alright, Danny. You know the drill. You have to stay here for two days. We'll monitor your heartbeat, make sure nothing was damaged by the last episode. The nurses and I will all try and convince you to have the surgery. You'll be stupid and say no. Then you're free to go." Despite his still gentle voice, I could tell that Dr. Saheed was quite frustrated. I surmised that he had probably gone through this with Danny on many different occasions. Dr. Saheed was about to leave the room when Danny stopped him.

"Actually," he said, "I want the surgery."

The doctor froze, mid-stride. He turned around and faced us. "What?" he asked, as though he hadn't understood.

Danny was grinning now, "I said, I want the surgery."

Dr. Saheed's eyes widened. I got the impression that the doctor had not been expecting that. "Danny, that's wonderful! I'll put you on the transplant list right away." He turned to walk away again, but turned back once more. "May I ask what made you have this change of heart?" He realized what he had said and started laughing. I couldn't help but crack a smile too. I was a horrible pun, but the fact that it had been accidental made it quite funny.

"Very clever, Doc." said Danny, smiling, "Actually, Lindsay convinced me."

Dr. Saheed looked bewildered. He turned his attention to me. "Ma'am, I've been trying to get this stubborn man to do this surgery for years. I'm curious... what exactly did you do or say to convince him?"

Danny spoke up before I could answer, "She hit me." he dead-panned.

I gave him a playful shove to on the shoulder.

Dr. Saheed laughed.

"Actually," I said, "it wasn't too hard. I think my exact words were 'Danny, I want you to get the surgery'."

The Middle Eastern man's jaw dropped. He looked at Danny. "Messer, several other doctors, nurses and I have been saying the same exact thing for five years now. And I know for a fact that your friends from the crime lab have been doing the same. And I must admit, that boss of yours is kind of scary. Why did are you only just now agreeing?"

Danny smirked, "Well, Doc, none of you guys were hugging me when you asked."

Dr. Saheed let out another bark of laughter, "I honestly don't understand you, Mr. Messer… I am going to put you on the transplant list. You will still need to only stay here at the hospital for two days. It may be a while until we are able to find a viable heart, but once we do, you will be called in, several tests will be performed, and then we will do the transplant. We want to get this done as soon as possible." He smirked again, "The nurses told me that you were being difficult and annoying," he teased, "so we don't want to see you around here much more."

"Feeling's mutual, Doc." said Danny.

With that, Dr. Saheed walked out the door.

With a smile, I wrapped my arms around Danny's shoulders, still being careful not to disturb the IV or other wires. "He seems like a great guy. You're lucky to have him as a doctor"

I saw how Danny's eyes had begun to droop. "Yeah, I know." he told me.

"You know," I said softly, "Mac and the rest of the team will probably want to know about your decision. Would you like me to tell them?"

Despite the fact that he looked exhausted, Danny said "No way. Those guys have been tryin' to get me to do this thing for such a long time. I wanna see the looks on their faces when they find out. Can you ask them all to come in?"

I smiled. "Sure," I said, "I'll be right back."

I gently crawled off the hospital bed and walked out the door. I headed toward the waiting room where Mac, Stella, Flack and Adam were sitting, a big smile on my face.

Next chapter will be kinda mushy.

Just so you all know, this is NOT a real medical condition, not that I know of anyways. Despite that, I will still try to be as accurate as possible when depicting medical procedures, ie, the transplant.

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