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A/N: I wrote redemptio before the finale aired, and didn't feel like changing it, just made me laugh as how close I was to the cliffhanger. =)

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: : Rest in Peace, Marina Garito : :

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"You know, right now, I'm really craving some French fries." Danny admitted. He and Lindsay were in the locker room pulling on their coats before heading home for the night.

"Real honest to god greasy overly salted French fries or GSR sofa fries?" Lindsay asked as she flicked her hair out of the back of her coat.

"What do you think?" Danny asked with one of those are you kidding me looks. He had moved over to the door and pulled it open for his darling wife to walk through.

"Oh, Dan! We just bought that sofa, I really don't want to put holes in it already." Lindsay whined leaving the locker room.

"Wise Ass." Danny laughed pulling her into a playful headlock.

"So we're stopping for fast food or.." Danny trailed the question off.

"It's still early, we have time, maybe grab some ground chuck too." Lindsay grinned. The one meal she loved was Danny's hamburgers. And they really had not had them since, well the shooting, however they were almost a weekly staple during her pregnancy.

"Alright, but if I have make dinner you do dishes."

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Dinner was a hit; Lucy even had her own little mini burger cut up into little pieces. She loved it, meaning Danny would probably be making burgers a lot more often. Lindsay helped cook therefore Danny had to help with dishes. He still could not believe he got the messy job, just because Lindsay had given Lucy her bath. She had come in from putting Lucy down for the night and hopped up on the counter next to the sink in a pair of pink and green pj pants and a white tank top and grabbed a dish towel and started to dry off the dishes that Danny had already cleaned. They were working in a quiet, pleasant harmony, until Danny hissed and let out a string of curses.

"Danny! What happened?" Lindsay asked worried as he gripped his thumb.

"Knife in water," he grimaced.

"Well get over her and let me look at it." She cried a little histerically, the way he was going on it seemed like it was deep.

"Linds, I got this." He said wrapping a towel around his thumb.

"Danny Messer, step into my office now." She demanded gesturing to the space between her legs.

He let out a light chuckle through his gritted teeth as he moved to stand between his wife's legs. "Your office?" He asked letting her grab his right hand and unwrap the towel.

"Yes my office." She said inspecting the cut. "And you little baby!" She shouted/laughed smacking him in the head with the bendable veggie cutting board he had just cleaned, spritzing him with residual water from the rinse. "You had me thinking you cut your thumb off with a carving knife! Not pricked it a little with a steak knife. You get shot in the back and don't cry out in pain like your daughter but a little prick. Honestly, I thought I married a New York cop, not a ballet dancer."

"Woman, would you just clean it, and stop squeezing, it hurts." Lindsay laughed and shook her head at her husband as she sprayed Bactine on the cut then wrapped a band-aid around it, and then finally placed a kiss to the injured thumb.

"Better?"

"A little." He smirked, "You know what would make it much better?"

"What's that Babe?" Lindsay asked wrapping her legs around her husband's waist and locking them at the ankle.

"Some of your brownies." He whispered seductively into her ear.

"Brownies?" Lindsay asked incredulously. "With the position we're in you want brownies?" she asked gesturing to the intimate position they currently shared.

"Um, yea." He smirked placing a peck to her lips before turning to leave her office. She didn't unlock her legs but grabbed hold of his shoulders so that she was pretty much piggy back.

"Ok, I'll make you brownies, but it comes at a price." She whispered before hopping down.

"What kind of price?" he asked, his eyebrows raised.

"Hundred Dollars." She shrugged.

"You know, it's gonna have to wait till payday." He chortled remembering how this conversation ended last time.

"Well then, you'll have to come up with something better." Lindsay smiled wickedly, smacking and squeezing his right butt cheek as she passed to get to the pantry where the brownie mix was stored. Lindsay pushed herself up onto her tiptoes to reach the box, more of her toned post baby tummy showing as she reached. Danny groaned as images filled his head. He came up behind her, wrapped an arm around her stomach and pulled her back flush to his chest. His other hand teasing her side between bosom and hip.

"Montana, that I think I can do."

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: : Redemptio : :

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The door slapped shut behind Lindsay who quickly turned around and locked the deadbolt, and strung the chain. Before running to the windows and making sure they closed. Danny who had just finished locking up the badges and guns placed Lucy into her play pen and watched his wife run around like mad.

"Linds, babe, what are you doing? It's warm out?"

"So turn on the air." She clipped.

"Lindsay, seriously, what's going on?"

"Danny, that man IS LOOSE! He knows where we live, and do you not remember the images of the people he's killed, a decapitated sorority girl strung up to a ceiling fan, the guy with his eyes gouged out and rail road stakes struck through, god knows what he had planned for the judge and Sheldon…"

"Lindsay."

"No Danny, I'm allowed to be paranoid, he couldn't get Sheldon the first time, he's pretty much tried twice more, and he asks for you by name. And if I'm wrong you have been the one to capture him twice!"

"Linds! I get it. But we can't let an assumption rule our lives."

"It's not ruling Daniel. It's being careful, of course if you want him to climb into your daughter's room while we're sleeping."

"He can climb up 3 stories of a 6 story building."

"It could happen."

"Okay Montana." Danny chuckled. "We'll keep it safe, doors and windows locked. Be on alert."

"We should maybe let the super know too, you know, make sure he doesn't enter the building."

"Okay, I'll take care of it, just don't stress out, it's not good for your health." He said moving to their bedroom to change clothes.

"My health?" Lindsay asked incredulously. "It's not like I'm pregnant."

"You don't know." Danny shot back, as he reentered the room pulling on a t-shirt. He got his wish. Lindsay started to chuckle uncontrollably.

"Danny, I think I'd know if I were pregnant again."

"It got you to laugh." Danny smirked heading over and wrapping her up in his arms. "I love that laugh." He murmured before kissing her deeply. She let out a soft moan when his tongue effortlessly slipped into her mouth. One arm gripped the back of his t-shirt and the other massaged the back of his scalp and toyed with his hair. The kiss kept pace until a small hiccup was heard from the corner.

"Toddler in room." Lindsay gasped, catching her breath.

"Didn't mean for it to get that intense." Danny whispered, placing a kiss to her forehead.

"Uh Huh, I call bull." Lindsay giggled pushing him away and turning to pick up Lucy who was still hiccupping.

"Need me to scare her?" Danny asked.

"Don't you dare." Lindsay warned, "I'm not ready to be up all night."

"Linds, you're about to give her a teaspoon of sugar." He said watching as she opened the sugar canister. "She's gonna be up all night."

"With sugar she crashes." Lindsay smirked. "I win."

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: : Tales from the Undercard : :

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Danny heard the front door to his and Lindsay's apartment clap shut and the pitter patter of little feet scamper over to where he lay napping on the sofa.

"Dah-deeeee?" Lucy asked looking at her father who was now pretending to sleep. She stepped a little closer and tilted her little blonde head to get a better look. Danny let out a snore that had her step back a moment in shock before moving back into investigate. Poking out her little finger she pushed with most her weight onto Danny's nose. He let out a loud grumbling snore before scooping the toddler up and tossing her up into the air, a string of giggles escaping.

"Is Daddy being silly Lucy?" Lindsay asked dropping the bag of toys onto the floor and plopping down onto the loveseat.

"…..aaaa" she giggled, Danny had pulled her down to his chest and proceeded to tickle the squirming little girl. Lucy wiggled her way to Danny's feet and away from his tickling fingers. She sat there comfortably while Danny sat up and took in his daughter.

"What are you wearing little one?" she was in a mismatched costume to say the least, she had on a pink fairy skirt, a black batman shirt, with a superman cape, and firemen boots.

"She's a new breed of super hero." Lindsay laughed.

"Thought we saw it all today with the case."

"No never Mr. Messer, you have a daughter, just wait for some of the getups she'll put on in the coming years." Lindsay smirked.

"She won't leave the house." Danny said simply.

"uh, huh, cause she won't rebel, she's not her father's daughter." Lindsay said flipping on the television. The travel channel was the last station watched

"I'm pretty sure you rebelled too." Danny laughed sitting back. It was a show on lighthouses.

"I did, but, not as bad as you."

"You confusing me with my brother?" Danny asked raising his eyebrows.

"Not at all." Lindsay smiled "Oh, that's beautiful…" she trailed off as the show looked at a lighthouse.

"And not too far from here…" Danny smirked.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Lindsay smirked.

"I don't know, is a vacation even possible?" Danny asked, if it was, he wouldn't mind renting a car and driving up the coast.

"Maybe a weekend."

"May have to look into that." Danny smirked. A little blue bikini that sat in her drawer was coming to mind. A bikini he hadn't seen since July 2007. Yea a break might be just what they needed.

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A/N: loved the finale, and as promised, the next chapter, I'll probably stop at 6x22 for a hiatus, just so I can keep going next year, and I'm not writing the finale until I know who was shot and what happens. So, there may be 1-2 more chapters before You Look Good in My Shirt takes a summer hiatus as well.