A/N: Thank you all so much for your amazing feedback from last chapter. Honestly, it blew me away; so thank you all for that!

This particular one is a little different to what we saw on screen. I'm unsure whether it fits into the timeline, but it was an idea that was constantly niggling at me to try out. Hope you enjoy!

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This one is set the day before 5x09 - The Box


Moving Mountains – Usher

The love that she used to give me can't be found. I lost my way; she said she'd stay... But lately I've been sleeping with a ghost.


Danny was awake. He was awake, but he dared not to open his eyes; or move for that matter. He hated the idea of Lindsay not being there when he put his arm to where she had been next to him.

He peeled an eye open and his worst fear was confirmed. She wasn't there.

He felt a sinking in his chest. They'd done so well recently; and things had been good... until they had gone to his parents. He'd dropped her off and she'd been avoiding him like the plague ever since. He couldn't understand what had changed other than himself and how he was trying to be the guy that he'd promised her that he would be. He was more attentive. He tried to show her how he cared. He appreciated Lindsay more. He had come out of the depressive shell he had curled up into the past few months, despite the secret he was still holding from her.

A week ago he'd followed her around at work all day; they'd even engaged in a little teasing about him catching a lift on the speedboat, while she took the safe option of going out with the Coastguard. He'd heard them offer her going out on the speedboat, and she'd dramatically shaken her head, assuring Stella that she'd go with her and the Coastguard. Now, he knew Lindsay; and to be able to go on a speedboat was an opportunity Lindsay would have jumped on.

Then there was the case with the Mac Taylors, she'd barely uttered a word to him that was anything but case related.

He let out a breath. Something wasn't right.

He heard a crash in the kitchen and then a muttered curse word. His ears perked up and he rolled out of bed, stretching as he crossed his bedroom and emerged into the living room.

Danny smiled for a moment as he saw Lindsay pottering around the kitchen in her shorts and his work shirt from the day before. He made his way toward her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her into him. "Morning," he said with a kiss to her temple.

"Morning," she said.

"What are you doing up, babe?" he asked as he pressed kisses down her neck, leading to her shoulder.

She shrugged and wiggled to get out of Danny's arms. "I didn't want to waste the day. I'm working at three."

"But it's eight-thirty," Danny reminded her, "come back to bed."

"Danny..."

"Linds, what's the matter?"

"I have a bunch of stuff to do. I need to go to the dry cleaners and pick up my slacks; I need to run to the bank; I have to run to the grocery store and pick up a few things..."

"And that's gonna take you like five hours?"

"There could be a line."

Danny raised his eyebrow disbelievingly. "Lindsay, there's something wrong."

"There isn't." She tried to assure him.

He sighed as she wiggled away from him and the hold he had on her. "Linds..."

"Just leave me be." Lindsay growled at him. "Leave me to do this stuff I need to do, Danny."

"Linds," he said as he took hold of her hand, lacing his fingertips through her's. "Lindsay... what's the matter babe?"

"Nothing, okay." She snapped. "I have stuff to do."

He let go of her hand and held his hand up. "Fine, alright... Sure."

She offered him a thankful smile before turning back to the counter top where she had been arranging her breakfast.

"I have stuff for waffles." Danny said as he moved so that his back was against the counter and he was facing her. "Wanna take a seat and I'll set you up for a good rest of the day with my culinary skills?"

"I'm fine with toast." She said as she took a bite.

"It's dry, Lindsay." He observed with an arched eyebrow. "Put somethin' on it... I got some cream cheese in the fridge there... or I dunno, margarine; hell, put peanut butter and jelly on it if you want... just... Something... Anything."

"I'm not used to having breakfast," Lindsay shrugged. "Dry toast is fine. It's just something to keep me going."

Danny pursed his lips. She always ate breakfast.

He nodded regardless, "What you drinking there, Linds?"

"Tea." She said instantly.

"Tea? To start the day with? Have you gone crazy, babe? Turn the coffee machine on."

"I'm trying to cut down on how much coffee I'm drinking," she shrugged.

"Hmm," Danny paused. "I might try that too. Let me see that tea... You might be onto something with that," he smiled as his hand went to pick up her mug.

"You won't like it," she snapped as she grabbed the cup; making the contents fizz. "It's herbal."

Danny nodded, still trying to figure out whether it was chemically possible for tea to fizz and bubble as much as Lindsay's just had. He had a strong inkling that the herbal tea was ginger ale. Dry toast and ginger ale... something didn't add up.

"Can I have a hug?" Danny inquired.

"Danny, I'm having my breakfast."

"I know, but I just want to hold you for a minute or two before our busy schedules mean that we have to spend the rest of the day running past each other in the hallway."

She sighed as she threw her toast to her plate. Padding across to him, she wrapped her arms around him, and just as she was about to back away, his arms enclosed her, enveloping her in a hug.

She swallowed as she casted her eyes down to her stomach; her heart racing with every second that he kept his arms around her.

"It feels like we've lost our way, Linds."

She inhaled and exhaled deeply; her mind screaming at her to calm down as he locked his arms around her a little tighter.

He pressed a kiss to her temple and his nose then went to her's, giving her an Eskimo kiss.

She smiled at him and pressed a kiss to his lips, before taking a step back. He let her move away from him, but as she did so he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back into him holding her across her stomach.

"Danny... please let go of me." She sniffed tearfully as he pressed a kiss to her shoulder. "Get your hands off my stomach,"

"Lindsay..." his eyes and tone of his voice made him sound like he was heartbroken. Like he didn't know what to do or say for the best. "What's going on with you?"

"I'm coming down with something." She lied. "I'm not feeling well. I just don't want you pushing on my stomach; I'm finding it hard to keep things down and I don't want pressure on it. I think it's a stomach bug. I didn't want you to worry." The way in which she had loaded her lie onto him she was positive that he'd see right through it.

"Call Mac," Danny said as he loosened his hold on her, "You can't be working when you're not feeling well."

"I can't," she said taking a breath, "you've seen how busy we are recently. I can't leave him hanging like that. I'll be fine. I need something to take my mind off of it."

"I'm not going to win here, am I?" Danny sighed as he let go of her and backed away. "Whatever I say you're not going to listen to me, are you?"

"The world doesn't stop," she shrugged. "I need to get on with stuff."

"But Lindsay, if you've come down with something, you need to take it easy."

Slamming her cup on the counter, Lindsay turned, oblivious to the contents spilling on the counter top. "Why do you have to keep on at me, Danny?"

"Because I care," he spat. "Because I care if you're not well. I don't want my girl to get sick, 'k? You never get sick, so when you are, I know there's something wrong. Have you been to the Doctors?"

"No, but I'll just pick something up at the pharmacy today on my way into work."

"Why don't you try getting one for tomorrow?"

"It's really not that bad," Lindsay sighed. "I think I ate something funny. That's all."

"What if you made an appointment during your lunch break?"

"I'm taking off work to look at a sub-let in Brooklyn," she sighed. "I can't take time off through my lunch break, Danny. Mac's being nice enough to me as it is."

"Want me to come with you? I can get off work; make sure it's a good enough apartment for you? Make sure it's in a safe area and all that..."

"I'm a big girl, Danny... I don't need you holding my hand."

"Lindsay, I'm really trying to be a better guy, but it's like whatever I do I just can't get through to you right now."

"Everything isn't always about you, Danny. I was trying for a hell of a long time to get through to you, and nothing did. I'm just not feeling well and I have a bunch of stuff I need to do."

"I know that baby, but ever since we got back from my Mom and Dad's it's like... it's like something changed. We're not the same."

"I've been really tired," Lindsay shrugged.

"So have I, but we're always tired Linds, so that's no excuse. We don't hold each other like we used to. We barely talk. I know that it's going to take time to get back to where we were, I swear... I know that... Just at my parents, I got the impression you wanted to move onwards... And now it feels like we've taken about three steps back. I want to be the guy you deserve Lindsay, but it feels like we're barely holding on to what we once were."

Tears pooled in Lindsay's eyes.

"The bad that happened to us took away all the good that we once were," he whispered as he took her into his arms. "I'm trying to move this mountain in front of us, Lindsay... But with everything that's going on right now, it's proving to be really hard. If there's something you need to tell me, you need to tell me... I can't read minds, and if I can fix it, I'll do anything and everything in my power to do so... but you need to tell me that you want it fixing, Linds. I really care about you and want to make this work."

Lindsay blinked and turned her back as she grabbed her plate and mug. "I know you do, I just... I need some time."

"I gave you time," he said as he grabbed the plate and mug from her and placed it back on the counter. "I gave you time when you went to Montana. I backed away because I didn't know what I had to lose. I know exactly what I have to lose this time, Lindsay, and I'm not going to let that happen because I was so close to losing you. Things haven't the same since Ruben died, and I wanna make it right."

"I wish you could make this right," Lindsay whispered. "I wish you could tell me what to do."

"Tell you what to do about what, Lindsay?" Danny said with a kiss to her temple.

"Nothing," she whispered. "I'm just... it's been a tough few months," she shrugged. "That's all. I guess I'm run down and I ate something that didn't agree with me."

Danny closed his eyes as he pressed a kiss to her temple. "I'm gonna go back to bed," he whispered; his emotions running short. She could tell he was on the brink of tears, but there was nothing that she could do.

"Okay, well I had better get going."

"I'll see you at six," he said, "Take it easy for me, k?" he added with a kiss to her forehead. "And think about it... If you want me to come with you to look at that sub-let, I'd be more than happy to."

She smiled and nodded.

"And if you need me to pick you anything up, you know where I am, alright? If you don't get chance to grab anything before work, I can bring you something when I come in."

She nodded against his chest. "I know, thanks Danny."

"Have a good day, Linds."

She pressed a kiss to his jaw before he turned and headed out of his kitchen and back to his empty bedroom.

As she watched him go, she felt guilt rising through her. It killed her treating him like that; but she wasn't ready to tell him about her being pregnant. She had no idea where she'd gotten the lie in the form of the sub-let in Brooklyn from, but it had worked. She knew for a fact that she couldn't unload her being pregnant on him when she hadn't even managed to get her head around it properly. Finding a way to tell him that was proving to be difficult; she knew it wasn't fair on him... It was too much and she knew that. Her second appointment at the Doctors would fall nicely into the time slot she'd mentioned to him regarding the sub-let, lessening the suspicion she knew that he would have. And after this appointment, she knew she had to tell him. Seeing her baby for the second time would possibly make it feel more real... And as soon as it clicked, she knew she'd be able to tell him. But until then; she would have to keep finding ways to hide the fact she was carrying his baby. Watching as he tried to move mountains that laid in their way.


Hope you liked this one and the reason as to why Lindsay was 'off' with him made sense in the end.

Thanks for reading :)