A/n thanks again to all who've supported this story. One more chapter after this!

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And someone saved my life tonight sugar bear
You almost had your hooks in me didn't you dear
You nearly had me roped and tied
Someone saved my life tonight, someone saved my life tonight

Someone saved my life tonight

Elton John

The black SUV sped through the night towards an address in Queens. It turned out that Lindsay had been five minutes away from Stella and Flack, and Flack was kicking himself for leaving her there.

"Just how were you supposed to know she was in the neighborhood Flack? Are you psychic now?" Mac asked eying the detective in the rearview mirror.

"Well no but…"

"Then stop kicking yourself over it. This whole thing was meticulously planned and executed."

Flack looked out the window and jumped when Stella's hand took his. Her touch was warm and her hands were soft as silk sheets.

Whoa… where did that thought come from?

He looked over at her and found her green eyes staring at him with a strange look, then it was gone and he wondered if he imagined it. She was smiling at him and even though they had never spoken about taking their relationship to the next level, he didn't pull his hand away till the truck pulled up in front of the home in a quiet neighborhood.

There was one black and white that pulled up to the curb the same time that they arrived. They piled out of the vehicle and Mac hurried over to the surprised officers.

They told him they were responding to a 911 call from the home and the explained that when the operator had answered, no one spoke on the line. Mac explained as quickly as he could what had happened, glaring at Danny who wanted to burst in through the front door.

"I don't think its bobby trapped. This guy wants Detective Messer alive. I don't like the sound of the 911 call so we better get in there now."

"Mac, I have to go alone, he'll kill her." Danny argued his face a pasty white under the street lamps.

"Something happened in there that makes me think he isn't in control of the situation anymore. We go in together."

The responding cops took the door down with Flack, and once inside they fanned out and began to clear the home. Flack entered the kitchen and when his flashlight hit Lindsay, he stopped dead. For a long minute she was Stella the way he and Mac had found her after she had killed Frankie. Then Danny came into the kitchen and saw her.

"Oh God… Flack why didn't you say she was in here. What's the matter with you?" He dropped to his knees by her side and began to try and wake her.

Stella entered the kitchen, and Mac and the officers went through the basement door and down the stairs.

"My God Danny what happened?" She knelt beside the younger woman who was covered in blood and not moving. She was breathing and then with a jerk her eyes opened and she tried to get up.

"Let me go… I won't let you hurt him!" She cried struggling against Danny.

"Shh… Montana it's me, it's Danny. Come on baby! It's okay. Everything is okay." He continued to speak to her.

Stella pulled out her phone and called for the EMTs. Flack could only watch as Danny tried to calm Lindsay.

"Montana! Listen to me! It's Danny. I'm okay baby." Tears were falling out of his eyes and splattering on her blood covered shirt.

"Danny." She whispered. A very shaky hand, covered in blood, went to his face.

"Yeah baby it's me. You're safe now."

"Louie… where's Louie." Her voice was so scratchy Flack could barely hear her. How long had she shouted for help and no one heard her. He abruptly felt sick. His stomach began to heave and he pushed past a startled Stella. He bumped into another officer that had responded to the office down call. He shouldered his way outside and ran around the corner of the house. Then he did something he hadn't done since his days as a rookie. He vomited into the bushes.

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Danny sat next to Lindsay in the exam room at the ER. He had a running argument with any medical personnel that would listen, that his Montana should stay in the hospital for at least twenty four hours. The doctor disagreed. He said that apart from a bump on the head and some bruises, and the cuts on her fingers, she was okay.

"I don't know why they won't listen ta me." He groused. Lindsay grinned at him and patted his hand as if he were a small child.

"You heard what they said. I'm okay. I want to go home and see my baby." She demanded.

"You were unconscious when we found ya…" He began to argue. His hands had her blood on them, but he refused to leave her long enough to clean up.

"The doctor said it was the stress of the situation that made me faint." He watched her carefully. She didn't look at him, and instead seemed interested in the bandages on her hands.

"All I need is to see my baby again and have you close by."

"Hey… since when do I take second billing to the kid?" He joked. There, the smile she gave him finally touched her eyes. Then she smacked his shoulder, and then she hissed in pain having forgotten about her hands. The smile went out of her eyes again.

"It's gonna be okay. He's dead and he can't ever hurt us again."

She threw her arms around him and began to cry. He held on tight and began to rub her back in small circles.

"Shh… Montana… everything is gonna be okay." He repeated helplessly.

"What if it isn't? What if he isn't really dead?" She asked him with terror filled eyes.

"I wish he were alive, I want ta kill him with my bare hands!" He said vehemently. She flinched away from his angry eyes.

"I'm sorry baby… I didn't mean ta scare you." He hands were rubbing her back again and he kissed her cheek, and then her lips.

"Danny's right you know, he's dead and he's going to stay that way." Mac's voice came from the doorway. He walked into the room and took Lindsay's free hand.

"I didn't mean to listen, but I wanted to tell you what we found out."

Lindsay nodded fear entering her heart. "Then can I please go home, we've been here for three hours already."

Mac smiled genuinely and gently squeezed her hand. "Okay. The man that kidnapped you was the foreman on the same job as Jimmy Dobson. His name is Andrew Davidson. His father was Matthew Davidson." He said this to Danny as though it should ring a bell with him.

"Am I supposed to know who that is?" He asked his boss.

"I thought you might remember. He drove a gypsy cab, and was the man that assaulted you and your dad when you took a ride from him."

Danny's face went white the crimson. "What the hell does he have to do with this?"

"He was killed in prison six months after the assault. He left a son your age, a sister and his wife. A year after his father died, his mother and sister were killed in a home invasion. He wasn't home at the time, he been sent away to a summer camp. The perps were never caught."

"So you're tellin' me that he blames me for all of that and he wanted to kill me." Danny said incredulously. He'd been ten at the time of the assault and so had the kid. What made a kid that age so revengeful?

"I suspect that he wanted to take everything you had first." Mac said.

"I don't get why he didn't take Louie. I'm glad he didn't, but he could have had us all." Lindsay asked her hand beginning to tremble in Danny's. He didn't squeeze it but he gave her a reassuring smile."

"I don't know. I do know that killing Jimmy Dobbs was a way to provide us with clues to find you. He wanted Danny there and when that didn't happen fast enough, he called him and the rest is history. I'm proud of you Lindsay. You handled yourself very well."

Lindsay gaped at him in surprise. "But I killed a man I…"

"You did what you had to do. I don't think IAB will have any trouble ruling it self-defense. Also Terry Lee is facing new charges. He sold the lock release gun to Andrew Davidson, so the DA is going to make a case for conspiracy to commit murder and kidnapping charges. He'll never see daylight again."

"Thanks Mac, for everything." Danny said significantly. Mac only nodded and put a hand on Lindsay's shoulder.

"Do what the doctor says okay? Danny… I don't want to see you back to work for the rest of the week, is that clear?"

"Okay I'm not gonna argue with you. I'm not taking my eyes off Montana for at least the rest of my life."

"Great… how am I supposed to get anything done?"

"I don't know Montana that's your problem." Danny razzed her. It was over!

The doctor and a nurse came into the room and Lindsay was given the okay to go home. They signed paper work and headed out with pain pill prescriptions and orders for her to rest.

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Don fumbled the key to his apartment into the lock and twisted it open. He entered and slammed the door. His head was pounding and all he wanted was a shower and then a beer or four. It didn't matter if it made his headache worse in the morning. He had to get the image of Stella beaten and battered out of his head.

He drug off his suit coat and let it fall to the floor. His shoes came next into an untidy pile by the barstool. Then his socks came off. His tie went sailing to land on the lamp by his desk. He yanked off his shirt not bothering to unbutton it. It ripped in his hands but he didn't care. He was in the hallway to the bathroom when his wife beater hit the floor. He opened the door to the bathroom and missed the wild look in his eyes as he passed the mirror over the spotless white porcelain sink. He pulled off his pants and dropped them and his boxers to the floor.

He stepped into the shower and yanked the curtain closed. He turned on the water and yelped at the cold temperature. He stuck his head under the pounding ice cold water and waited for the temperature to change. It finally went from ice to scalding but he didn't care. He didn't feel the tears that began to fall.

Steam began to fill the room and all he could hear was the water falling on the floor of the tub. He didn't hear the door to the bathroom open or the curtain open slightly to admit the second person behind him. In spite of that, he didn't flinch when two arms wrapped around him and lips kissed his shoulder. He'd had this dream before.

She was his fantasy women, so real he could touch her, kiss her, and make love to her. He never really saw her face, only those incredible green eyes. He felt her tongue lick across his back and down his spine to the small of his back. His cock jerked to life and he grabbed it with one hand. The hands running up and down his arms stopped. One hand moved to still his hand.

"No Don… I want you inside me." It was her voice, but he still didn't believe it was her. His eyes stayed tight shut while her mouth continued it's ministrations to his back. He jumped when her tongue found his ass. It slid from one side to other making circles on each taut cheek. This was new and his eyes popped open. He turned around so suddenly he almost knocked Stella over.

"You're real?" He demanded. She nodded and he grabbed her, crashing a kiss down on her lips. His arms enfolded her, and he groaned when her hands replaced her tongue on his ass. He backed her to the wall and stepped back. The water beaded off her long rangy body, beading up on her breasts. The nipples were hard and erect. He groaned again, this time in frustration. Which breast would he bite first? He decided on the left and attacked it with his mouth, licking, biting and sucking. Stella was moaning, her head thrown back, her eyes closing to slits.

"Don… oh God…"

He got to work on her right breast and her hands fisted into his wet hair. He continued down licking his way down her belly to her center. When his mouth found her sensitive nub, she screamed.

"Please Don… I need you inside of me. I want to come with you inside of me."

He stood up and said. "What the lady wants, the lady gets."

He was aching and ready to explode. He wanted to feel her around him. He lifted her and her long legs wrapped around his waist. She cried out again when he entered her and began to move slowly inside her. His mouth latched onto a breast again, and then he found her mouth. The first thrusts were slow and deep, but soon he couldn't hold back and he picked up the pace till it was frantic. Stella bucked against him keeping a perfect rhythm with his thrusts. She peaked screaming his name with her orgasm. He followed her, spending himself completely inside the hot tightness of her, crying out her name. He stood for a moment on shaking legs. He stayed buried deep with in her.

She kissed him weakly, and when he let her down to the floor of tub, she stumbled against him, her legs jelly.

"Hello…" she said, with a wicked smile. "You really should learn to lock your door Detective Flack. Anyone could just walk in at anytime."

"Ah-I'm sure that when the blood is circulating to my head again that will make sense." She grinned and sighed to herself, the pain and desperate unhappiness that had been in his eyes was gone. Don Flack was back, sarcastic smile and all.