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Chapter Ten – Revelations

Absence is to love what wind is to fire;

it extinguishes the small,

it enkindles the great.

Comte DeBussy-Rabutin

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A sitcom. He hated sitcoms.

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A political talk show. The sitcom was starting to look good.

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M.A.S.H. How many times has he seen this one already?

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A replay of the Yankees v's the Cubs. That'll do.

He slumped on the couch staring sightlessly at the action on the screen. Friday evening and the weekend stretched unappealingly ahead of him. Not only that, but he knew she'd be back on Monday and he had no idea how he was going to cope with having her so close but not able to touch her.

He stood up and started pacing; he didn't want to be in, alone, with nothing but regrets to keep him company. His gym bag was by the front door; he paused and contemplated hitting the gym and working out until he was so tired that he'd sleep, preferably without dreaming. The walls were closing in on him and the need to escape was overwhelming. He turned off the TV, grabbed his bag and opened the door….

'Lindsay'

Her arm was raised, about to knock on his door. He stared open mouthed at her, hardly able to believe that she was standing in front of him.

'Danny'

She stepped forward and he found her in his arms. They tightened around her as he buried his face in her hair, breathing in her scent, unable to believe she was really here.

She pulled back but she didn't move from his embrace and her arms remained around his waist.

'Were you going out?'

He stared blankly at her for a moment before he remembered the gym bag, now abandoned on the floor next to him.

'No..I mean yes, but only to the gym………'

He found himself completely tongue tied. There was so much he wanted to say; that he loved her; that he was sorry; that he'd wait as long as she needed him to; that she was all he wanted.

She was searching his face, a gentle smile curving her lips. He realised it had been a long time since he'd seen her smile like that. He tightened his arms around her.

'God Lindsay, it's good to see you.'

Her smile widened and the temptation to kiss her overwhelmed him. For a moment all he could think about doing was dropping his mouth on to hers, imagining the feeling of her lips beneath his…….

Her pupils dilated and she pressed herself against him, her lips parting invitingly. Their mouths were mere inches apart when reality crashed over him. He pulled back slightly and saw the regret in her eyes.

'Lindsay, we need to talk; there's something I need to tell you'

The words were pulled painfully from him. He knew that once he'd confessed there was every chance the smile would leave her eyes; that she would walk away and he would have blown his last chance with her. He didn't want to tell her but he couldn't bear for her to find out from anyone else.

She stepped back. She was still smiling as she nodded.

'We do need to talk; there's something I need to tell you too.'

Flack stared impatiently at his watch, clearly wanting to get this over with and get away for the weekend.

'What time did she say she'd be here?'

Hawkes shrugged, 'She said the meeting had just finished and that she'd grab a cab and be here as soon as she could. She should be here any minute.'

Before Flack could reply the door opened and a uniformed officer appeared.

'Detective Flack, I have Dr Connor here to see you.'

The uniformed officer stood to one side. Lucy walked into the interview room looking, if possible, worse than she had earlier. Hawkes saw the surprise on Flack's face as he took in her appearance and then his look of enquiry as he swung to face him. Hawkes ignored the question in Flack's eyes as he pulled out a chair for Lucy. She smiled briefly in his direction without quite meeting his eyes.

'Er, well thanks for coming in Doctor Connor. I just need a witness statement from you. As I understand it you treated this man late on Wednesday night?'

Flack pushed the picture of their victim across the desk towards her. She looked at the photo for a moment, taking in the marks on his face before she spoke.

'Yes but he didn't have any of these marks on his face when I treated him. All he had was this deep laceration in the hairline above his right eye.'

She pointed to the wound on the picture. Flack nodded.

'Did he say anything about how he had cut his head?'

Lucy sat back in her seat and met Flack's eyes for the first time as she shook her head.

'There's very little I can tell you Detective. I only saw him for the few minutes it took to suture his wound. What I can tell you is that he had an excellent grasp of broad Anglo Saxon and had difficulty understanding the meaning of the word 'no''.

Hawkes snorted and even Flack's face cracked into a slight smile.

'OK……..and by that you mean…..'

'He swore a lot and didn't seem to understand that I wasn't interested in sharing a bottle of wine with him at any point in the future.'

'He asked you out?'

She shrugged, looking uncomfortable.

'If you can call it that. In the end he got the message, told me it was my loss and left once I'd signed the discharge papers. He was on his cell phone when he left arranging to meet someone.'

Flack looked interested.

'He was on a cell phone?'

She nodded. Hawkes looked at Flack, knowing he was thinking the same thing he was; they hadn't found a cell phone.

Flack stood up.

'I appreciate you coming in Doctor Connor. If I have any more questions is it OK if I contact you at the hospital?

She didn't reply, just nodded and Hawkes ushered her out of the room, less interested in the case now and far more interested in finding out what was wrong. They travelled down to the ground floor in silence. As they exited the building she stopped, causing him to stop too and look enquiringly at her.

'Sheldon I don't think I'm up to going out but……..but if you don't mind we could go back to my place…..' she bit her lip, and he remained silent, sensing the turmoil within her. She met his eyes for the first time that afternoon. 'I need someone to talk to….I need some help…'

She reached her hand out towards him then started to withdraw it. The look in her eyes was alarming him. He reached out and caught her hand.

'Lucy, what's wrong?'

Tears sprang into her eyes and she shook her head.

'Not here Sheldon, please'

The pleading in her voice only deepened his concern.

The journey back to her apartment was made in silence, and she sat with her head turned away from him. She didn't look at him in the elevator and opened the door to her apartment and walked in ahead of him, heading for the large window seat in the kitchen. He pushed the door closed and noticed that she flinched as it banged shut.

He closed the difference between them and then gently placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her to face him. Tears were pouring down her face and she was making no attempt to stop them.

'Lucy, what ever it is we can sort it out. Just tell me…….. please?'

For the longest moment their eyes held each others before she spoke,

'I'm pregnant.'

She broke down completely as he held her; his mind a whirl as he tried and failed to find the words to comfort her.

'….and so that's why I behaved like I did; that's why I pushed you away.' Soft brown eyes met his, asking for him to understand.

He caught her hand to stop her pacing up and down.

'Lindsay, I, I…….I don't know what to say. If I'd known I wouldn't have been such a jackass, I wouldn't have pushed you so hard. You don't owe me an apology.'

Her smile warmed the frozen depths of his heart and had him pulling her to him. She came without protest, moving eagerly into his embrace as she slid her hands around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair as she moved closer, her face angling, inviting him to kiss her.

He was so tempted; even if it was just once that he tasted her…….but he didn't want it to only be once, and so he had to tell her now……..

He stepped back, and shook his head.

'There's something I have to tell you…..I can't let anything happen until you know…….'

'About Lucy?'

Her words acted like a blow, nearly doubling him up with shock.

'Who…how…..how do you know about Lucy?'

'I spoke to Stella – I asked if you were seeing anyone. She told me you had been but that it was over.'

He stared at her, his eyes searching her face for some clue to how she felt about this. His brain was working slowly but one thought pushed its way to the front.

She'd known about Lucy before she arrived here tonight.

He stepped towards her and she matched him, closing the gap between them and sliding her arms around his waist

'Danny, I'm not angry. Nothing had happened between us and I was the one who told you to find someone else.'

She smiled impishly at him and he finally started to relax, finally started to believe that maybe things would be OK……….

'Lindsay, I……

She placed her fingers on his lips to silence him, her eyes dancing with amusement.

'Danny, we can talk some more later. Right now I thought you might like to show me how much you've missed me?'

He needed no further encouragement. He dropped his head and captured her mouth with his. His hands slid into her silky soft hair and he gently cradled her head as he deepened the kiss, her mouth yielding instantly to the pressure he applied.

Tongues tangled as the kiss deepened again. Her hips pushed against his and his control started to slip. One hand dropped and pulled her shirt from her jeans as her hands slid beneath his shirt, her fingers brushing lightly over his chest sending waves of longing through him that had his knees trembling with the effort of staying upright.

She stepped back, leaving him breathless and bereft until she held her hand out to him and slowly started backing towards the bedroom. The step he took towards her was an involuntary reaction to the desire raging in him before a tiny voice buried deep inside of him began to nag remorselessly. He fought a silent war as she pulled him towards the bed……

'No.'

She looked shocked and then hurt.

He pulled her to him, cradling her face.

'Lindsay, I want this….I really want this but I don't want to rush and then……..I………you're too important to me. If you want to wait then………..' his voice trailed away as the jumble of emotions led to a confusion of words.

Her face relaxed and the smile returned. She pushed him gently so that he sat down suddenly on the bed. Before he could react she was astride him; he gritted his teeth, uncertain that his desire to get this right, not to mess up the best thing that had ever come his way was going to withstand her sitting in his lap, smiling that smile and moving her hips like that……

He groaned, and she laughed softly.

'Danny, I understand, really I do but don't you think we've waited long enough?'

He gasped as she moved her hips again. If she was going to put it like that who was he to disagree?

She moved her head so that it was alongside his ear, her breath sending the most exquisite sensations through him as she murmured softly.

'I know you have the weekend off….I thought -'

He didn't wait to find out what she thought. All restraint gone, he twisted so that she landed on the bed beneath him. She arched her back as he trailed kisses along her jaw bone and down her neck. Clothes disappeared as passion ignited. He groaned as her nails raked his back. Their mouths and hands explored until he could bear it no longer and he entered her, feeling her tighten around him, her nails and mouth marking him, claiming him as her own. He had no doubts; he knew that this was where he belonged….where they both belonged. Passion intensified until it exploded.

After, as she lay sleeping in his arms, he thanked his lucky stars that she was here, that she had forgiven him. He promised himself that he would do everything in his power to make sure that nothing would ever come between them again.

A/N: Well, they are back together……does it seem like it was all too easy?