He sat with his arms crossed on the couch with the TV off. Hell, that girl of his had some serious explaining to do…
Initially, she'd scared the living hell out of him, answering the phone, but not speaking. Did she not know he was a terrified cop at the best of times? He heard her keys go in the door, and he watched her stumble in with the bags
"Hey, can you give me a hand with this sweetie?"
He walked over, and snatched the bags out of her hand, and stormed off into the kitchen to put the groceries away, leaving her dumbstruck to shut the door and remove her shoes.
"Everything okay, you want some help baby?" She smiled whilst poking her head round the kitchen door
"I got it"
"You sure"
"Yep"
She nodded, and walked into the living room.
Oh yeah, she was in shit.
She felt like a 13 year old that had gone to see an R rated movie, or a 17 year old that had snuck in at midnight. Either way, she felt the storm brewing.
"Hey Danny, you'll er- you'll never guess who I saw today"
He shook his head. He knew what she was doing. Making conversation, getting herself out of the trouble she knew that she was in. he walked into the living room, livid.
"What the hell Linds? You scared the crap outta me"
"What- what the hell are you talking about?"
"You, answering you're freakin' phone, then not talking, then having like a conversation with yourself anyway. And talkin' to Rikki, what's that about Lindsay?! You forget what she did last week?!"
"No I haven't forgotten Danny. Actually I was having words, making sure that she fully understood that if she came within close proximity of us I'll kick her ass so far into next week, by the time we get there, she still won't know what happened. Danny did you honestly expect me to see her and not rip her to shreds?!"
"Lindsay, did you beat Rikki up?"
"What?! No Danny, for the love of god. It's a figure of speech. But believe me, if I had 10 minutes for when I wasn't a cop. She would be the first person I found. Then, I would rip her to shreds"
"Lindsay, I thought we decided that-"
"Yeah, well Danny, you got your say. You told her what you thought; I thought she should know how I felt. She screwed me over as well you know"
"Yeah, Linds, I know. Believe me, I know."
"Well then, what's your problem?"
"Nothing, I just don't want you talking to her, you go to her, and it's like you're asking for it Lindsay"
"I can do whatever the hell I want Danny; whether you want me to or not. You always think you can tell me what to do"
She stormed towards the door, and picked her purse up.
"You know what; you can go to hell Danny!!"
"Yeah, whatever Lindsay; Go on, leave; Like you always do."
"I am,-"
"Go on; Run when things get hard,"
The door slamming shut released the tears he'd been holding back.
He pushed her too far and he knew it. He hadn't meant for it to go that way. He really hadn't. Why couldn't things ever run smoothly for them?
Lindsay threw her bag into the passenger seat and rammed the keys into their SUV's ignition. She was so angry with him, that she knew that if she hadn't of left, she'd have probably either thrown his ring at him, again, or kicked his ass, again.
She needed to get out of the apartment.
She turned on the radio and changed the station from his crappy city boy music to her country music.
She backed out of the parking space, as the 'intro' to the song came on. She was sure she hadn't heard it before, but she thought she'd heard all of Carrie Underwood's songs. She listened to the beginning, not really taking it in; the chorus however, caught her attention.
Baby when you leave me, why'd you have to go,
I was counting on forever, and now I'll never know,
I can't even breathe.
It's like I'm looking from a distance, standing in the background,
Everybody's saying 'he's not coming home now'
This can't be happening to me, this is just a dream.
She felt tears prick her eyes; she pulled over, and listened to the rest of the song. Hoping and praying, it'd give her something; an answer telling her where to go and what to do.
Then they handed her a folded up flag,
And she held on, to all she had left of him,
Oh, and what could have been.
And then the guards, rang once last shot,
And it felt like a bullet in her heart.
She didn't want these types of thoughts. These thoughts were the kind that made her insecure, the ones that, in the morning, when he had to get up for work and she didn't, she'd hold him for that extra minute, hoping that, that one minute would make it so that he was that one minute late to a scene. She was desperately trying to stop it, but she couldn't help it; she saw herself at Danny's funeral; the team around her, Mac giving her the flag, the look in the team's eyes that told her that they knew that he'd been taken from her too early. She could feel the regret she would have for not holding him for that extra minute, she could see herself regretting every moment they spent arguing over stupid things; regretting every moment they spent apart. She saw exactly what the song was describing, and she felt that bullet in her heart.
Baby when you leave me, why'd you have to go,
I was counting on forever, and now I'll never know,
I can't even breathe.
It's like I'm looking from a distance, standing in the background,
Everybody's saying 'he's not coming home now'
This can't be happening to me, this is just a dream.
One line stayed in her head as she listened to the rest of the song.
Everybody's saying 'he's not coming home now'
Her mind started asking questions that her heart couldn't answer. What would she do? How would she cope without him? How could she live without him?
She turned the radio down and wiped the tears from her face. She pulled down the visor and looked at her reflection in the mirror, and she shook her head. She was being stupid. Danny had just been looking out for her. She should have known that. She shouldn't have needed a song to remind her of that.
She sniffed up the few tears she had left, and put the car into drive and headed back towards their apartment, hoping that she wasn't too late to fix things.
A/N: The song I used was "Just A Dream" By Carrie Underwood