Disclaimer: I only own Denning... Although I would gladly accept Danny Messer wrapped up with a pretty bow. (special note: my birthday is in 2 months) hint, hint.:)
A week later, Lindsay sat in the living room of the apartment she and Danny had shared since their wedding seven months earlier. She sat silently crying into Danny's pillow.
She'd finally gone to see her physician and the news of her pregnancy was unexpected to say the least. Though she'd been sick to her stomach most days over the past month, the events of that morning were what had prompted her to schedule an appointment with her doctor.
After waking she had decided to take a drive to clear her head. She'd spent the few days since filing her leave of absence in her apartment and she was sick of looking at the same walls all day. She didn't care where she went as long as she could get out of there. Her decision made, she'd turned on the coffee maker and gone to take a shower.
She'd felt a little light headed and closed her eyes as everything spun. After a while she opened her eyes to find herself on the floor of the shower, the water still flowing out of the shower head. She'd fainted. Scared, Lindsay had turned off the water and gone to call and schedule an appointment for that morning.
When Dr. Val Thomas had walked into the room, she had expressed her concern on how much weight Lindsay had lost. "What are you doing, starving yourself?" she'd asked.
Lindsay had shrugged. "Haven't been able to keep much down for a while now. I'm sick at least once a day, usually more. I figured it was just stress but then this morning, I passed out in the shower and almost drowned." She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. "Thought it might be a problem."
The doctor had given a wry chuckle. "I'll say." Then she snapped on a pair of gloves and began examining Lindsay. With her hands to her neck, she stated "Your glands aren't swollen… Any fever?" At Lindsay's shaking her head no, she said, "It doesn't look like an infection. I'll draw some blood and run tests. Anything else I should be aware of?"
Lindsay shrugged. "Like what?"
"When was your last period?" the doctor asked while writing something on Lindsay's chart.
After thinking for a few seconds Lindsay only said, "Ohmigod…"
The doctor had drawn the blood and the tests were done. It was official. She was pregnant. Upon hearing the news, Lindsay's eyes had filled with tears. Right there, in her doctor's office, Lindsay had sobbed brokenly. The doctor had given her a questioning look. Putting her arm around her shoulder, she'd said, "I take it, this isn't good news?"
Lindsay had looked up at her, dabbing at her eyes and nose with the tissues she handed her. "It's not that…" She and Danny had spoken about having kids. He wanted a baby and so did she. She had always dreamed of having kids since she was young. But more than anything, she'd wanted to give him a child.
"Should we be talking about other options?" the doctor had wanted to know.
Lindsay had gasped. "No! I want this baby! I couldn't give it up or anything… It's just, Danny---" she paused and took a deep breath. "He's gone. He was killed last month."
The doctor's eyes had widened and she said, "Lindsay, I'm so sorry! I had no idea. How are you holding up?"
Lindsay bit her lip and said, "Not too great… Just taking it one day at a time."
She had left the office armed with a prescription for prenatal vitamins & supplements and loads of information. After stopping by the pharmacy, she'd gone home and had been sitting in the living room since.
Suddenly, she sat up. That's it, Linds. You have to get it together. You're going to need to be stronger than this if you plan on doing this. You have to be strong… For this baby… For Danny.
With a new resolve, she got up and went into the bathroom to wash her face. Looking at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, she spoke firmly. "Wallowing isn't going to change anything. Starting now, you're taking charge."
Danny stared out of the window of the safe house sullenly. It was raining. Again. Since he'd gotten there weeks before, it had rained almost every day. He was tired of it. He was tired of a lot of things. He missed his Montana. He missed his job. He missed his friends. He missed his life.
Stepping away from the window, he made his way to the door. He'd just seen a car pull up the drive. Opening the door, he pointed an angry finger at Agent Denning. "Denning, you lied to me!" he spat as the other man made his way up the walkway.
Holding his hands up in front of him, the agent retorted, "Mind telling me about what?"
Danny stepped aside to let him in. "You told me you'd let me know how Lindsay's doin'. I haven't seen or heard from you in the six weeks that I been here!"
Denning shrugged. "Sorry about that. I haven't been able to get away much… You know, with me being undercover and all." He sat down wearily on the couch and closed his eyes.
Danny followed him and said, "So… Is she okay? How's she doin'?"
Denning sighed. "Yes. She's fine. She returned to work a couple of days ago."
Danny thought about it for a while. "She was out that long? Over a month?"
Denning opened one eye and regarded Danny quietly. Opening both eyes, he sat up and faced the detective. "Your wife loves you very much, Messer. Things have been difficult on her. She was out of work for the past six weeks. She's lost a lot of weight." He paused and took a deep breath. "But she looks to be doing a lot better now. And so far, Mickey hasn't made her a target. So she's safe." He leaned back in the chair again and waited.
Danny nodded and said only, "Thanks." Then he got up and left the room.
Got to his room, Danny slammed the door shut and leaned against it. He sighed. He was hating his situation more and more with each passing day. He was angry at himself for making Lindsay suffer. He was angry at Denning for making him fake his death but most of all, he was angry at Mickey for putting them all in the situation in the first place. He banged his head against the closed door a few times and ran an agitated hand through his hair. Angry again, he turned and opened the door fiercely. He walked toward the living room where Denning was still sitting.
"All right, Denning. I've had enough. You're goin' to tell me right now what beef your boy, Mickey's got wit me. If I've gotta go through this hell, least ya could do is tell me why."
A/N: It seems that lately all I can do is apologise for the delays in updating this story... Hope y'all will forgive me and keep R&Ring!
Madison Bellows: Ya think ya know what's up, do ya? I hope the story's living up to what you're expecting... Thanks much!
ImaSupernaturalCSI: So now you know why she was sick... some folks have already guessed. Thanks for reviewing! (I said the same thing when I saw Snow Day too.)
Baby Jefer: Thanks! Hope you like this one too.
chili-peppers: Yeah, it is a bit sad, isn't it? But she's back and she's determined to survive...
Mrs. Fitzgerald: And you were absolutely right! Good job!
messermonroe: In time, my dear...
Skylar87: Thank you, thank you, thank you... It was extremely satisfying! It was one of the highlights of my entire life ;)
Yay, yay, yay! You guessed it Sky! And as for Snow Day; I DID THE SAME THING!!! Recorded on the DVR and kept watching that part over and over and over... and over and over and over... Sigh! I could have died happy.
That's all for now, folks! I hope to update again soon... Please continue reviewing; it makes my world go round:)
