Author's note: Well, this is the last chapter I wrote. I'll start writing chapter 11 tomorrow, but since it has to be beta'd as well and I won't be around too much, it could take some time before it gets online. I promise it will be up in less than a week, though :-)

Thanks all reviewers for you kind words, and thanks to SallyJetson for beta'ing!

When you realize there are voices, you want to know what they say. Even if you think it wouldn't be good for you to know, you want to know. Because that's how people are. Always curious.

The soft voices want you to know what they're trying to tell you. They start to talk louder. And when you don't listen, they'll start to shout, scream. And they will continue screaming until you acknowledge what they say. Then they'll talk softly again.

But when you don't give them some attention, when you do nothing with the information they give you, they won't be satisfied. And they can only be satisfied when you say out loud what they are telling you all the time.

So you'll whisper it. You'll whisper it so softly nobody can hear it. And that way they will be satisfied. For now.

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Lindsay Monroe was sitting in her apartment. She was sitting there for a long time, and it was dark now. She just didn't want to get up to turn the lights on.

She just sat there, thinking. Thinking of Danny Messer, and the fact she loved him. She felt like there were some voices in her head, saying; I told you so, why didn't you listen before?

She sighed. She had managed to work with Danny today, but she was sure he would notice that he was confused later.

"Okay…" she said quietly to herself, "so you love him."

She paused. "I love Danny Messer."

It felt weird for her to say it. She laughed. "Stupid, stupid me."

She sighed again, not knowing what to tell him. "It would be better for both of us not to say anything," she thought out loud. "It would scare him."

Finally, she got up and walked to the bathroom to splash some water in her face.

She looked up, seeing her wet face in the mirror. She placed one hand on either side of the sink.

"What would he do if I'd tell him?"

The mirror didn't respond.

"Oh, whatever. Like I'm going to tell him. I'm not going to tell him. It would just make thing complicated."

She dried her face with a towel.

"If it isn't complicated, already."

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Meanwhile, Danny was getting drunk with Flack. Mac had given his team a day off, as they had worked really hard the last week, and Flack would just call in sick.

After his sixth beer, Flack decided to interrogate Danny a little.

"So," he said, placing his glass on the table, "how are things between you and Lindsay?"

"Complicated," Danny said. He was much more drunk than Flack, and as he couldn't think clear, he told him more than he wanted to.

"What do you mean complicated?" Flack asked, hoping Danny would tell him.

Danny growled. "I love her."

Flack's jaw dropped. "You what?"

"I love Montana," Danny repeated.

"You love her?"

Danny nodded. "Yeah, man. How many times do you want me to say it? I love Lindsay. I love Montana. I love Monroe. I love her. I –"

"Yeah, yeah, that's enough. I believe you. It's just… I don't think… Did you love anyone before?"

"My mother," Danny responded.

Flack snorted. "That doesn't count. I mean, did you ever love a woman?"

Danny cocked his head. "What are you saying? My mother is not a woman?"

"You know what I mean. Did you ever love, like, a real woman? I mean, someone your age?"

"Montana isn't my age,"

"C'mon! I don't know how to say it, just tell me if you ever loved someone who's not family or something."

"No, I don't think so,"

"You don't think so? Shouldn't you know?"

"Probably. I just… No, Montana's the first one I really love, in a 'love' love way. Sure, I've had a crush on a lot of people, but I think I'm way beyond that stage with Lindsay. I wanna spend the rest of my life with her."

Danny ordered another beer.

"Wow. That's… That's great! Does she love you back?"

"I don't know," Danny shrugged.

"You did tell her you love her, right?"

"Not really."

"Why not?"

"I don't know how she'll react! I mean, she just told me she's ready to be with me, I don't think I should rush things."

"Man, you sound like you're ready to get married. You finally understand a woman. Impressive."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"It is."

Danny wanted to order another beer, but Flack stopped him.

"You just told me everything about you and Lindsay, so I think you've had enough. You would've never told me all of this when you were sober or a little drunk."

Danny growled again. "Just your luck."