A/N: Nearly there!!

Hmm I don't like this chapter though
But I hope you do..maybe it will make me like it
:)

Danny picked himself up from the floor. Sighing he hung his head and stretched out his arms. He did not know how long he had sat outside Lindsay's door daydreaming. He didn't care. He ran his hand through his dirty blond hair and closed his tired eyes for a second. Glancing at his watch, he saw that it was nearing 7 o'clock. He grabbed his phone from the floor and made his way out of the building. As the rain hit him his anger cooled, yet still, he bottled up his fury. Screaming, he tried to let it out, not caring about the weird looks that set upon him.

"To my darling Lindsay, these are for you. To show how beautiful, you are to me…Love always." He recited Steven's note sarcastically.

"To hell with it! To hell with you! SCUMBAG!" he stopped on the sidewalk and threw his hands up to the air as if he was surrendering to the rain. He looked up and as the rain fell onto his face, he felt like he was nothing, a nobody. And he wondered why Lindsay was receiving gifts from Steven. But the main wonder that swam around in his mind was-where was she? He didn't know where to go. His shift was over, well, there was no point going back to the labs. He didn't want to go home to an empty apartment and he wasn't prepared to go "Lindsay hunting." So he sat on the steps that were outside her apartment, like a lost puppy. A lost wet lonely puppy.

Holding her hand, Flack walked Lindsay out of the hospital and into the dark wet street. She was shivering. All she wore was her tank top and her jumper Stella had retrieved from her locker. Flack offered to give her his coat but she shook her head and smiled sweetly.

"I like the rain Flack. I want it to soak me." She giggled as they made their way down the street. She looked at the ground and admired the patterns that the rain made on the sidewalk, and how it bounced and danced around. she laughed as she playfully kicked the rain as it fell onto her boots. Flack glanced at her and smiled as he saw a smile on her face, something that he hadn't seen in a while. Lindsay rubbed her arms to try to keep her warm. She wasn't complaining about the cold because she wanted the rain to wash her pain and memory away, and her Montana rain walks were always cold, so it brought back happier memories. Her Montana rain walks took away the reality of her friend's deaths when she was a teenager. She would escape out of her bedroom window when it rained and carefully slid down the drainpipe. She would just walk, and think about other things, or let her mind become blank. It was better than being surrounded by the truth.

He watched them. Behind the sheet of rainwater, he watched the tall man guide her home, her guard. He wasn't Danny, so that was ok. He was Flack though…a cop. Steven couldn't push his chances, so he just followed them, keeping the distance between them wide. His gaze fixed on the angel walking next to the giant. It was as if he was in his own fairytale. He wanted this one to have a happy ending. Where the prince comes in a saves the damsel in distress, and they live happily ever after.

"Shit." Steven muttered as he turned around swiftly. Flack had looked around. Steven didn't know if he spotted him or if the rain had blurred his appearance. He hoped that Flack carried on walking and ignored him. His prayer was answered; however, God was not on Steven's side anymore.

"Linds…don't look behind you. I mean it." Flack whispered. He hoped that she wouldn't look behind her, however, whenever someone told anyone to " not look down," if they were hanging from a cliff, chances are they would look down. But, like all rules, there are exceptions, and Lindsay didn't look round, she just gave Flack a confused look.

He got out his cell and dialled the all too familiar numbers.

Stella glanced at her cell, and the minute she saw the caller ID she answered it. Not because it was Flack…well that was half the reason why, but also because he was with Lindsay.

"Hey Flack." She said sweetly and happily, but as soon as she heard flacks tone, a concerned look flooded her face, and Mac noticed.

"What do you mean he's following you?" Stella looked up as she saw Mac walking towards her. He grabbed her phone off her and started talking to Flack.

"Where are you?" Mac answered and Flack had to adjust to the sudden change of voice.

Suddenly, Mac's cell vibrated on his glass desk and Stella rushed over to answer it.

"bonaserra." She answered without looking at the ID.

Danny frowned. "Stella, where's Mac?" he asked. She looked over at Mac as he wrote down the information Flack was giving him onto a piece of paper. She glanced over to it.

"East 77th street." She said, to no one but Danny heard it.

"What, that's where Lindsay lives. What's going on Stella?" the words came out more aggressive than he had wanted them too…but it was just the result of his fury.

Stella sighed. "Lindsay's being followed by Steven." she admitted. Mac glared at her, but she knew that she had done the right thing. Mac hung up. Stella could hear Danny gritting his teeth.

"Danny?" Stella started.

"I'm on that street. I'll find her." he snapped, he was frantically looking around searching for her.

"No Danny, Flack's with h…" Stella began, but Danny had hung up. She sighed and resisted the urge on slamming the cell down onto the desk.

She turned to Mac and they exchanged each other's cells.

"We have to get there before Danny, Mac. Otherwise, we'll have another person in hospital." Stella said, even though she was still trying to figure out who that person would be.

Danny stood up and ran down the steps, splashing in the puddles as he jumped down. He looked everywhere, down the sidewalk. He squinted through the rain and saw two figures. Running up to them frantically he stopped just infront of them. To his disappointment, the figures were an elderly couple…a very scared and confused elderly couple. Catching his breath, he spoke quickly.

"Sorry. I thought you were someone else." He said, blinking away the rainwater that had blown into his eyes as he ran. The couple gave him a sympathetic smile and walked passed him. He sighed.

"Danny." The voice he wanted to hear caused him to turn around on the spot rapidly. As he saw the soaked version of his girlfriend shivering infront of him he didn't know what to do. Half of him wanted to charge up to her and swing her around, holding her tightly and never letting go. The other half wanted to clothe her with his coat. But he was frozen. He couldn't move. They just stood infront of each other and gazed into each other's eyes. It was the first time that they had seen each other since in the break room. And that wasn't really a good memory to keep. She smiled sweetly at him, her eyes glistening in the streetlamp lit sky. That smiled melted him and he moved forward, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her to his body.

"You're soaked." He whispered. She nodded. He took off his coat and placed it on her; she slid her arms through the sleeves and snuggled inside of it. It was warm and large, and warmed her up. Danny saw a tear roll down her face and immediately knew it was a tear, and he wiped it away with his thumb. Their contact sent sparks through both of their bodies and Lindsay almost collapsed against Danny's chest, and he wrapped his arms around her and gently squeezed her. she looked up at him and on her tip toes, she took his wet lips into hers and tenderly kissed him. Flack was about to walk away, to leave his best friends alone, when he heard a voice. And it wasn't Lindsay's. Nor was it Danny's.