A/N: So, I feel an apology is in order. I did have this second installment ready to go, and I intended on uploading it on Monday. But we had a bit of a family emergency and I spent all day Monday in the hospital with my mom (she's fine, in case anyone was wondering). I got home and was going to post it then, but my computer decided to lose the file, so I had to type it out all over again…. I really wasn't trying to keep you waiting. I promise!

So, a big thank-you goes out to all of you reviewers (and you lurkers too!) who made my day a little brighter by sharing your thoughts on the last chapter with me. I hope you enjoy what I've come up with as the conclusion to this little arc!

Danny tore off his clothes, tossing them angrily onto the bathroom floor before stepping under the hot stream of water. He allowed the heat of the shower to soothe him, helping him to calm down.

He knew he'd overreacted. He shouldn't have yelled at her like that. Something was bothering her, and he should have stayed to talk to her. But he'd reacted rashly, his feelings and his pride hurt by her cool rebuke, and he'd been left wondering what the hell he'd done to deserve the hot and cold treatment he'd received from her since he'd gotten home.

He was absolutely sure that whatever was bothering her had something to do with Flack. She'd practically bitten his head off when he'd asked her if she knew Flack's whereabouts and suggested that perhaps they'd had a disagreement. Knowing Lindsay, that was exactly what had happened, and he supposed that she just didn't want to put him in a situation where he'd have to choose sides between his wife and his best friend. He appreciated the sentiment, but he really wished she would just come out and tell him what the problem was instead of leaving him guessing.

After getting cleaned up, he rinsed himself off and reached down to shut off the water. He grabbed a towel and was just drying off when he heard a tentative knock on the door.

"Baby? Can I come in?"

He wrapped the towel around his waist before pulling open the door and staring expectantly at his wife, who was gnawing on her lip, gazing back at him apprehensively.

"So, you wanna tell me what happened with Flack?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the frame of the door. He saw her eyes widen with astonishment and he knew that he had guessed correctly.

"Um," she began, twisting the sleeve of his sweater nervously between her fingers. "Well, when I came home from work, I wanted to surprise you." She looked up and gave him a half-hearted smile. "I was so excited about tonight, and when I got home, I heard the shower running, so…" She paused, hoping that she wouldn't have to finish her sentence. But Danny simply stared back at her, leaving her no choice but to continue. "So, I came in here, thinking it was you in the shower. I got undressed and… and then Flack was there and we… um, we saw each other. Naked."

Danny blinked once. Twice. Three times, then he burst out laughing, doubling over and holding his sides. His reaction took Lindsay aback. She didn't know exactly what she had expected, but it definitely wasn't this. She gaped at him, wondering what the hell he thought was so funny. Straightening up, he wiped his eyes, still chuckling to himself as he reached out and pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her and pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

"Is that all?" he asked, rubbing her back. "Jesus, Lindsay. You had me really worried there for a minute." He pulled back and grinned down at her. "Oh, you poor thing. I've seen Flack naked and I'm actually surprised you're not more traumatized. Maybe we need to get your eyes checked, because he's the stuff nightmares are made of. All that hair? He's like a Sasquatch or something."

"Danny, it's not funny."

"I know, baby," he said, still chuckling slightly despite his words. "I know it's not. But you have to understand, Linds… I had no idea what was going on. I was trying to think if I'd done something to piss you off, or if you were mad at me because of something Flack did… I guess I'm just a little relieved. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to laugh at you."

He smiled at her, drawing her close once again. Lindsay felt her nerves begin to fade away as she cuddled into his chest. Then a thought occurred to her.

"When did you see Flack naked?"

"Locker room at the gym," Danny replied. "And me and him were roommates for a while when we were at the academy. The man has no shame."

Lindsay rolled her eyes, then pulled back slightly so that she could look up at Danny.

"You did hear me say that he saw me naked too, right?" she asked seriously. Danny nodded his head, and Lindsay felt her heart flutter at the little flicker of jealousy she saw in his eyes.

"Yeah, I did," he said. "Although I was trying to pretend I didn't. Thanks for reminding me."

"Are you… okay with it?"

"No," he said honestly. "I hate the thought of anyone other than me getting to look at your beautiful body." He let his hands drift down to give her backside a gentle squeeze. "But this was an accident, honey. There's a big difference between what happened between you and Flack, and some guy making a move on you or gawking at you with his tongue hanging out when we're out together somewhere."

Lindsay could tell he was thinking about their date a few weeks back when their waiter had openly checked her out, despite the fact that Danny was right there.

"We're never going to go back to that restaurant ever again, are we?" Lindsay asked with a resigned sigh.

"Not as long as that douche bag is working there, we're not," Danny growled. "Fucking prick." Lindsay couldn't help but smile as Danny's grip on her tightened possessively. "But seriously, Linds. Flack's my best friend. He's our friend. I trust him and I trust you. Like I said, I don't like the thought of sharing you with anyone else, but if someone had to see you, I'd rather it was someone I can count on not to be a total horndog about it."

"So… you're not mad?"

"No, I'm not mad. It was an accident, Linds. Accidents happen. Am I thrilled that Flack got a peek at you? No, I'm not. But I'm not going to hold it against you. Either of you."

She smiled up at him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close and pressing a kiss to his lips.

"Thank you, Danny. What did I ever do to deserve you?" Lindsay sighed as she rested her head against his shoulder. She heard Danny chuckle and his lips grazed against her ear.

"I don't know, babe. But it must have been something real bad," he whispered.

Lindsay shivered at his words and raised herself up on her toes, pulling Danny down at the same time and their lips met in a heated and possessive kiss. She could feel the heat from his body even through the thick layers of her clothes and she let out a moan of longing as his tongue plundered her mouth, his hands kneading and massaging her backside before he lifted her up and carried her down the hall and into their bedroom.

"Strip," he commanded her authoritatively after tossing her onto the bed. "Now."

She stared back at him, chest heaving as she pulled his baggy sweater over her head. She heard him groan appreciatively when she revealed that beneath the sweater, she hadn't bothered to put on a bra. Throwing the sweater aside, she began to pull down her sweatpants ever so slowly, toying with him and enjoying the delicious sensation of his eyes on her as she unveiled her body to him.

"Strip faster," he demanded. "I want to see you." She smiled coquettishly at him and slowed her movements even further, loving the low, impatient growl she drew from her husband. Clearly having had enough of her teasing, he reached down and grabbed the legs of her sweatpants in his hands and ripped them off of her. "Didn't you hear me?" he growled. "When I tell you to do something, you do it. You got that? You're mine and you'll do as you're told."

God, she loved it when he did this. He'd told her before that he got off on having her be the dominant one in bed, but this… this was seriously hot. She could feel the heat pooling between her thighs, and her body was aching with her desire for him.

She smiled flirtatiously up at him, lying back on the bed and awaiting his next instructions. She watched as he slowly unwrapped the towel from around his waist, revealing his already prominent erection. She licked her lips in anticipation as he knelt on the foot of the bed and began to crawl up her body. She could feel his breath on her skin, but he was being careful not to touch her. Not yet. Her breath caught in her throat when he reached her stomach and he paused, lowering his face to press an unexpectedly soft and tender kiss just above her belly button before be resumed his torturously teasing path up her body. Goosebumps broke out on her skin at the significance of his gesture. This was not only about them, about the love and connection they shared with one another, but also about the two of them trying to make a new life. Despite her heightened state of arousal, she felt tears welling up in her eyes at his genuine display of love and affection for her.

"Baby, what's wrong?" he asked, wiping the tears from her cheeks with the pad of his thumb. "Do you… do you not want to…"

"Yes, yes I want to, Danny. I really do," she assured him. "It's just… You constantly surprise me, and I love you so much. I don't know if you realize how much, honey."

"I think I have a pretty good idea," he said, bowing his head to capture her lips in a soft and gentle kiss. She felt his tongue seeking entrance to her mouth, and she let him in only to have him draw back, moving to kiss his way down to her ear. "Roll over, Lindsay. Get onto your belly for me, baby." His words were soft and loving, but his tone carried the same heated authority as his previous demands for her to strip. She wasted no time and quickly found herself face down on the bed with Danny's mouth and hands exploring her back.

"Oh, Danny," she moaned as his mouth worked the back of her neck while his hands explored her back and sides. "Baby, that feels so good."

"No talking," he instructed her, his lips brushing against her skin. "Unless you're screaming my name, I don't want to hear a word from you. Got it?"

Biting her lip, Lindsay nodded her head in response. Satisfied, Danny began to slowly make his way down her body, leaving her tingling from the trail of warm wet kisses in his wake. "Jesus, baby. I love your back. You're so goddamn sexy, Lindsay."

He'd reached the small of her back and was focusing on placing tiny, fluttering kisses to the sensitive area when he was interrupted by the jangling sound of the phone ringing. Lindsay hoped he wouldn't answer it, that he would let whoever it was leave a message. But she knew that would never happen. It could be his mother calling about a problem with Lucy, or it could be work. He was on secondary call tonight, after all.

Grumbling, Danny pushed himself up and reached for the phone.

"What?" he answered rudely, clearly as unimpressed as Lindsay at being interrupted. She listened hard and she thought she could faintly make out what sounded like a man's voice on the other end of the line. She prayed that it wasn't Mac calling him in to work.

"What do you want?" Danny asked. Lindsay sighed with relief. By his tone, she could tell it was neither work nor his mother. "Um… can you call back later? I'm kind of busy right now…Uh huh… No, she told me… No, I'm not mad… No, really. I'm not mad… Well, if I sound mad it's because I don't really want to have this conversation right now, Flack… No, I'm just busy… No you can't come over… No, don't come over… don't come over! Flack!" She heard the beep of the phone as he disconnected the call and he lay down on top of her, resting his forehead between her shoulder blades. "Fuck. He's coming over."

"Did you lock the door when you came home?"

"I thought I told you no talking," Danny mumbled into her back and Lindsay couldn't help but smile. "Although I have to say I like the way you think, Mrs. Messer." She felt a slight chill at the loss of his body heat when he pushed himself up and ran out into the living room, first making a quick stop in the closet where he grabbed something and took it with him. He sounded like he was rustling around in one of the drawers in the kitchen for a moment before she heard him open and close the front door quickly, followed by the clink of the security chain sliding into place and the snap of the deadbolt being set. Within moments he was back, nestling his body down on top of hers once more. "You miss me?" he asked. Lindsay opened her mouth to reply, then remembered she wasn't supposed to speak. Instead she simply wiggled her hips, causing him to moan softly at the slight friction against his arousal. "That's my girl," he said as he kissed his way back down her spine. "Thinking outside the box. I like it. Now, where was I?"

His lips quickly reacquainted themselves with the small of her back, and she sighed as she felt him shift, moving even lower. His hands massaged her hips while his mouth trailed over the swell of her backside, alternating sides as he licked and sucked his way down her firm cheeks. He gently nudged her legs apart, settling himself in between her thighs and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out when she felt his gently probing tongue encircling her entrance. She whimpered slightly when he pulled back.

"Lift your hips for me baby," he said, grabbing a couple of pillows from the head of the bed and sliding them under her hips, adjusting her position to give himself better access. "Alright. Comfy?"

He didn't even give her time to consider a response before he delved back between her thighs and began to tease her clit with his tongue. Lindsay writhed on the bed, gripping the sheets beneath her when he inserted two fingers into her while he skillfully manipulated her clit with his mouth. She was having a hell of a time trying to keep quiet. The things he was doing to her and the way he was making her feel were just too good. He'd gone down on her many times in the past, but never from behind like this. She gasped as his tongue hit her clit in a way she'd never felt before.

"Oh, shit. Danny! Baby, do that again… oooh, yes. More! Baby I need more!"

He did it again. And again. And again until Lindsay could hold back no longer and she let herself go, screaming his name into the mattress while she shuddered around his fingers. She felt him shift once again as he raised himself up, placing a gentle kiss to the small of her back before his tongue carved a searing path up her spine, causing her to groan in delight.

"You like that, Montana?" he asked, aligning his body on top of hers and letting his lips brush against the shell of her ear. "You think we should do that again sometime?"

"Mmm…" was all she could manage to get out, her mind seemingly in the midst of a lust-induced coma as he began to grind his hips against her backside, teasing her with the tip of his hardened length.

"But you know," he continued, kissing her shoulder. "I've done some extensive research on the subject, and I've discovered that as good as that may feel… it's not exactly how you go about making a baby." She shivered at his words, her body tingling with anticipation. "Care for a demonstration?"

"Oh, God. Yes," she pleaded. "Please, Danny. I need you."

Needing no further encouragement, he plunged into her, eliciting a loud moan of satisfaction from deep within her. Her body arched into his as he began to move, taking his time and letting her feel all of him with each thrust of his hips.

He placed his hands on the bed on either side of her head and buried his face in the back of her neck, panting hard as he struggled to maintain his rhythm. His warm breath on her skin only served to increase her arousal, and she reached up and grasped his hands in hers, clinging to him as he drove into her, hard and fast now, sending her careening over the edge.

While she was coming down from yet another mind-blowing orgasm, she felt Danny's body tense and his movements still. He moaned loudly as he spilled deep inside of her before his arms gave out and he collapsed, exhausted, on top of her.

"Oh, my God, Linds," he panted in her ear. "Oh, God, baby. I love you so much, honey."

He carefully rolled off of her onto his side, pulling her into his arms and capturing her lips in a loving kiss.

"I love you too, Danny," she replied when they broke apart and she rested her head on his chest, letting out a small, satisfied sigh. They were both quiet for a moment, each of them lost in their own thoughts as they cuddled together on their bed. "Honey, what did you take from the closet?" Lindsay asked, finally breaking the contented silence between them.

"Hmm?" he asked, absently running his fingers through her hair.

"When you went out to lock the door, you took something with you. What was it?"

He grinned at her, pressing a kiss to her temple. "Just a little extra precaution," he said. "I know Flack, and just because a door is locked doesn't mean he won't still try to get in. He's got it in his head that I'm pissed off at him for seeing you naked, and he wanted to come over and 'make things right', as he put it."

"So… what did you take? I don't get it."

"When you were in college, did you have a roommate?" Danny asked. Lindsay furrowed her brow, looking up at him in confusion at his seemingly random question.

"Yes."

"Okay, so, ever walk in on your roommate getting it on with her boyfriend?"

"Ew. Yes. Once." Lindsay remembered, scrunching up her nose at the unpleasant memory.

"Right, happens to everybody once, and then you develop a system. A signal that you're… you know… busy. And you don't want to be disturbed."

"Uh huh."

"Well, like I said, when I was in the academy, Flack was my roommate and I walked in on him and his girlfriend at the time. It was awful, it was so embarrassing. So we adopted the tried and true system of hanging something from the doorknob, usually a tie," he explained. "So, I figured why not? Hopefully he'll still remember and he'll take the hint and leave us alone."

"You know, you're smarter than you look," Lindsay teased, giggling when Danny rolled over on top of her and began to tickle her. "Okay, uncle! Uncle! I take it back."

"I could have sworn I said something about no talking from you," Danny said, shaking his head as he leaned down to kiss the tip of her nose. "That mouth of yours is gonna get you into all kinds of trouble."

"Mmm," Lindsay sighed as she pushed Danny over onto his back and began to trail a string of kisses down his chest. "Let's see if I can't find a better use for it then."

"That's not how you make babies either," Danny said, closing his eyes as his wife kissed her way down his body.

"Quit your bitching, Messer. We've got all night."

Out in the hallway, the elevator doors slid open and Don Flack emerged, intent on talking to Danny. He was worried. Danny had told him he wasn't mad, but he'd been very short with him on the phone, and Flack hoped he hadn't caught the two of them in the middle of an argument.

Approaching the door, Flack couldn't help but grin at the sight that greeted him. Hanging from the doorknob was probably the ugliest necktie Flack had ever seen. Which, judging from the responses he got to his own neck apparel, was really saying something. He looked up and saw a folded note taped to the door with his name scrawled across the front in Danny's messy printing. He tore it off the door and had to laugh out loud when he read the hastily scribbled contents.

Flack,

Not mad. But if you knock on this door or try to come in, I will seriously kill you. I'm not kidding. We're busy. Now go away.

Beers on Tuesday at Sullivan's. Just you and me, buddy.

D

Well? What do we think?

I hope you enjoyed the smut as well as the conversation between Danny and Lindsay, and that his reaction was all you were hoping for! And we can't forget about Flack… poor, long-suffering Flack. He's such a good friend.

I had a lot of fun writing the *shudders* Bromance (God, I hate that word) at the beginning of the last chapter, that you can look forward to some more where that came from in the near future. Until then, happy reading!