A/N: hey everyone - firstly, I hope you are doing really well. Things are good here, all things considered.

May come as no surprise but shock horror, had no intentions of this ever surfacing. It was originally a little stand alone story I wrote months ago - it was one of the ideas that sparked writing... well, this story I guess! I've added bits and taken bits away and I'm so glad I did as i feel it is something we definitely missed on the show! Hope that's okay!

Anyway: enough rambling! Hope you enjoy!


Set after the episode, 3x24 Snow Day, finishes.


Contrary to her earlier thoughts, today had not been a good day.

At all.

Glancing around the emergency room, she felt totally and completely out of place. She felt bad for staying but she couldn't bear the thought of leaving Danny.

"You weren't supposed to be here. You took my shift." Her words from earlier still swirled around in her head. He hadn't really had the chance to respond to her as EMS has swooped him up and loaded him into the bus. She'd followed in the avalanche, beating herself up the entire time. She couldn't quite understand how the day had changed so drastically. Hadn't they been through enough? Hadn't they had their fair share of utter crap?

Well? Apparently not.

She wasn't entirely sure how she managed to get from the scene to the hospital. She couldn't recall stopping at any red lights, stop signs or… well, anything. She just prayed automatic pilot had taken over and there wasn't a warrant out for her arrest for dangerous driving.

She hadn't seen him or heard anything about him for over two hours now. She knew he hadn't been that hurt… but what if there was something internal? What if he'd been hiding something from her?

She stood from her desperately comfortable chair and moved towards the desk. She cleared her throat and searched for something to say. "Hi, uh… I uh… I'm Detective Monroe. I came in with my…." Her mind went blank. Oh god, her internal voice screamed. Why the hell are you so unprepared? Could you not have thought of something before opening your mouth, Lindsay? What the hell do I say? What is he? Colleague? Person I slept with last night? Boyfriend?

"Detective? Can I help with anything?"

"Sorry, I…" she ran her fingers through her hair. "I... my uh, my partner was brought in a couple of hours ago. I was just wondering if I could get an update. His name is Danny Messer. He was one of the hostages from the crime scene in Brooklyn earlier today.."

"Sure." The nurse said, handing over a clipboard. "Fill this out first and we'll get back to you."

She glanced down at the clipboard and absorbed some of the details. "Oh wait, no… sorry I… I'm not that type of partner. I'm not his next of kin. He's my partner at work."

The nurse cocked her head to the side as she flicked through his patient file. "Detective Monroe? Right?"

Lindsay nodded.

"Lindsay... Monroe?"

Lindsay blinked, had she told the nurse her name? "Yeah…?"

"Detective Messer has listed you as his emergency contact." The nurse explained. "We've been pretty back logged today. Sorry, honey. Fill this out and we can arrange for you to go and check on him." The nurse smiled. "I can tell you're worried about your partner, but don't worry, it won't be too much longer. He's out of assessment now."

Lindsay nodded wordlessly and went back to her recently vacated seat. She sat down for a minute and let the words swirling in her head settle for a moment. He'd listed her as his emergency contact? How? When? Why? She swallowed the lump in her throat as she crossed her legs and set the clipboard on her lap. Emergency contact. Surely that should be his mom and dad?! She thought to herself. Although… she had to wonder. Who would she put down for her emergency contact now? When she got bit by a snake a couple of months ago, she'd put Mac. Afterwards she'd felt a little silly, but with her mom and dad being so far away it just seemed pointless. She knew Mac would be there for her if she needed him and he'd been the first person to come to mind. Now though? She wasn't so sure.

She glanced down at the paperwork and began filling it out. She tackled the generic stuff quickly. Name, date of birth, address, relationship status. She scanned the next part. Allergies. Oh god, what was he allergic to? She knew there was something. What was it?! She knew it was something really obscure but she couldn't remember for the life in her what it was now. She sighed and closed her eyes, what the hell was it?! She opened her eyes and shook her head. Leave it. Move on.

Blood type. She knew that, he had normal run of the mill nothing special blood. They'd at least told each other that…

Medical history. Did beatings count? She knew about all those! She sighed as she thought back. Okay, he'd had some surgery on his hand after his baseball fight. Was that it? She racked her brains… nothing was coming to mind. She figured if he'd never mentioned anything, it couldn't have been that serious.

She put her pen down and ran her fingers through her hair: why the hell had he chosen her?!

She left it and figured she'd move on. Insurance details. She ran her hand down her face. She knew this, she did. She licked her lips and felt the eureka moment as it hit her. She scribbled down his provider and made a mental note to mention she didn't know precise details but could get them.

She looked again at allergies, desperately searching for the memory stored away. She'd thrown something at him and he'd freaked out over it. But what was it? They'd been in the avalanche. He'd been complaining of being hungry… and she'd thrown it at him. She tapped the pen against the clipboard as she tried to replay the memory. She licked her lips and glanced up for a moment: as she did, an orderly walked part with a trolley - containing fruit and a selection of muffins.

"Oh my gosh, blueberries!" She implored to herself before writing it down. She'd thrown a blueberry muffin at him and he'd freaked out about it, saying he was allergic and was she trying to kill him. He'd also joked about loving them in a previous life which she hadn't really understood - but then again, sometimes he thought he was much funnier than he actually was.

Proud of herself, she made her way back to he nurses station and handed her the clipboard.

"I've done most of what I could from memory." She explained. "There's a couple of things missing like his insurance details but I can get them for you from him."

"Damn honey," the nurse commented as she flicked through information Lindsay had provided: "considering you're his colleague you know a hell of a lot about him:" she placed the clipboard down and smiled. "Can see why he'd list you as his emergency contact:.. you're an oracle of knowledge when it comes to him. I get wives and husbands that know less."

"I suppose I know him better than I thought I did."

"Apparently so." She smiled. "Listen, you go ahead and make your way through... he's in room 509."

Lindsay smiled. "Thanks." She quickly made her way through a set of double doors and began searching room numbers.

"Can I help you?"

Lindsay turned and smiled at the nurse. "Yeah I'm looking for room 509. Danny Messer."

"Please tell me you're Lindsay Monroe?"

"Uhh, I am?" She was becoming slightly unnerved by the volume of people who apparently knew her name.

"Thank goodnes, Detective Messer has been very insistent on seeing you. We might get a break now: 509 is just down the hall, on your right:"

"Thanks," Lindsay smiled with a slight blush sweeping her cheeks. She walked past another four rooms before she finally settled outside 509. She took a deep breath and prepared herself before turning the handle and made her way inside.

She stepped inside and took a deep breath. He turned his head slightly.

"Hey Montana."

"Say that again," she whispered.

With his goofy grin, he smiled. "Hey Montana."

She finally let out the breath she'd been holding and let the door shut behind her.


Thanks for reading!