Linda groaned as she stood in the walk in closet, trying to hook her bra. Her side and back were still bugging her, making little, everyday things harder. She groaned when the bands snapped out of her hands.

Danny walked into the room, tying his tie. He frowned when he heard Linda mumbled, "dadgum bra!" He hesitated for a moment, smiling. She was wearing her dark blue silk bra- his favorite. He made his way over to her, "here," he said gently, "Lemme fix it."

Linda looked behind her and just nodded.

"Which clasp?"

"This one," She pointed to it with her left hand.

"Okay." Danny easily clasped the silver loops. He smoothed his hands over the band, "there." He kissed her cheek, and tasted tears. "Why the tears?"

"I don't know..."

Danny gently ran his hand over the scar on her back. He hated that she had to get caught in the crossfire of the bullets. "Still hurts?"

"Am I ever gonna get better?" Linda wondered quietly.

"Of course you will."

"When? How long till I get better?"

"I dunno. But somebody wonderful once told me, 'you've gone through some bad stuff. But you'll heal. It'll take time and patience and maybe some money, but you'll heal. And if you have your very favorite person to help you and guide you through your turmoil... well, maybe the healing will go a little faster, a little smoother'."

Linda closed her eyes as new tears came. She had said that to Danny when he cane back from Iraq the first time. "You remembered that?"

"Of course I did. It stuck with me." He kissed her cheek, "and when I get bad cases at work, I think of that. And all I wanna do is come home to you."

"Why'd I have to get shot?"

"I ask myself the same question... you okay?"

"I don't know. I kinda feel sick. Sick of everything."

"Is there something I can do?"

"Fix it?"

Danny sighed, he couldn't necessary do that. "I'm not entirely sure I know how to fix it."

"Just... promise you won't leave me?"

"I'll never leave. I promise."

Linda closed her eyes, finding comfort in Danny's embrace.

Danny rolled his eyes as his phone rang. "It's Baez." He put the phone to his ear, "Yeah, Baez, I know. I'm late, I'm coming... yeah." He hung up.

"Do you have to go?"

"Yeah. Tell you what. Why don't we send the kids to dad's for the weekend, and we can have time alone?"

"But... I don't know if.. I'm ready... for... you know."

"We don't have to do that. Not until you're ready."

Linda nodded, "okay. Come home, okay?"

"Always. Love you." Danny kissed her cheek.

"Love you more."

Love you most."

The blonde sighed as Danny walked out the room. Maybe a weekend together would do them good. She pulled a shirt out and over her head. Hopefully I get better soon...