By the way, as usual, I do not own or really have any say in the following characters. But I'm glad you stopped by to read and have to say that I am so thankful for the reviews. They're really fun.

Hannah 11:

Danny walked into the office he shared with Lindsay and watched as she slowly set he note down on her desk. She reached across, picked up a file.

"I'm going to run down, drop these reports off with Stella before I head home."

He grabbed her arm before she could reach for the door.

"Lindsay—"

"If you want to look at the note and see what it says, go ahead," she briefly looked back at him, he big brown eyes looking so lost. "But I can't talk to you right now … and I hate that I'm falling into one of our old traps, where both of us have been before. But I'm tired of making a fool of myself where you're concerned. And I'm sick of not being able to talk to you."

"Lindsay—" he tried again, but when she pulled away, he let her go and watched as she walked out the door, then disappeared down he hall.

Turning, he stared at he small scrap of paper she'd left on her desk. Not a florist's card, but a scrap of paper. He picked it up, stared down at the words.

You're the most beautiful

woman I've ever seen.

I'm amazed by the

woman that you are.

My hero.

Toward the day

we meet in person,

Yours.

He left out a short breath, a half laugh. How come those words seemed so perfect for what he felt? Besides the obvious fact that it wasn't someone Lindsay knew. A secret admirer.

A cliché, he though.

But someone very real. Someone who might have a chance. Someone who was at least trying to give her what she wanted.

What she needed.

He stood in his office, and stared down at the note. He wanted to be comforted by the fact that Lindsay hadn't seemed intrigued, that she'd wanted the flowers to be from him.

But instead he just felt … alone. He just missed her.

The quick tap on the door drew him around even as Hawks leaned in. "We found the car. Flack wanted to know if you wanted to go with us tocheck it out before we bring it in."

The car that had caused the chain of events that landed Lindsay alone and in the hospital?

"I wouldn't' miss it."

Lindsay found Stella and passed off the paperwork she'd completed. "All done."

"Headed home?"

"I hope so," she nodded toward her sling. "Me and my new buddy need some well deserved rest."

Stella laughed. "Heard you got a dose of medication already in the form of an amazing bouquet of flowers."

"Yeah."

"Doesn't sound like a woman who was happy to get said flowers."

"I don't know, Stella. I don't know who sent them. The note claims we haven't met," Lindsay looked over at Stella. "It gives me he creeps."

"Flowers?"

"You seem surprised. You were getting pricy gifts a few months back. They gave you the willies, too."

"And rightly so. You want me to check for fingerprints, see if something hits?"

"No—I don't think it's harmful. I just wish …"

As her voice faded away, Stella simply smiled gently and lifted a knowing brow. "They were from someone in particular?"

Lindsay just sighed. "Am I that obvious?"

"Lindsay, in the world of relationships, I am not the one to really help you or Danny out … or to push either of you together or apart." Stella paused for a moment and pressed her lips together, her eyes thoughtful. "But it seems that what you and Danny had, before anything else, was a solid, enviable, friendship. Whatever happens, whatever he deserves, it's hard not to root for that. To be somewhat jealous of the potential you could grasp."

"I believed that … before."

"Well," Stella tapped Lindsay's good arm with the folder. "I've known Danny a long time and I'm not saying he deserves to be let off, but at the end of the day, whatever his mistakes, Danny has a heart that feels more than most of us allow ourselves o feel. And when or if someone like that who feels like that turns that on you …"

With a shrug, Stella turned and left Lindsay standing there alone, remembering how Danny could draw her own feelings out with one single look …

And the words of Radiohead replaying in her mind.

You've got to feel it in your bones.

Danny's song had hit closer to the truth. She didn't want to be picking up bones of love that was dead and gone. She was tired of that. And she didn't want to be crippled and cracked, shoulders wrists, knees and back, ground to dust and ash, crawling on all fours.

She wanted to feel alive, the way she'd felt before Christmas, before Reuben Sandoval died and her Danny faded away, before … the rest, back to when it seemed that what she'd felt for Danny would last forever.

She wanted her bones alive and moving.

So, many of you have asked about Hannah. At one point, she was going to die … but instead she's getting treatment … and, since you asked so nicely, I think you just might see her again one more time. :p