Linda came into the house with her two sons. She smiled a little when Danny wrapped an arm around her, kissing her cheek, neck, and shoulder. She saw the faces she was getting, "seriously, what's going on?"

"Well tell you later," Frank said, "right now, that pizza needs attention."

Linda listened as Frank professed his thanks that everyone was at the table. Once Jack and Sean were on the porch, she repeated her question, "what's wrong?"

"Nothing," Danny responded shortly, his arm around his wife.

"Hmm..."


After dinner, Linda and Erin were cleaning the counters. "Wanna tell me why I was getting weird looks all through out dinner?"

Erin looked at Linda, "I don't know what you're talking about..."

"Yes, you do. And so does Frank and Jamie and Henry and maybe Nicky and definitely Danny. So what's going on?"

Erin was about to say something when her older brother walked in.

"Erin, can I have a minute with Linda?"

"Of course." She walked out, shooting Linda the same looks she got all through dinner.

"Wanna tell me what the hell is going on?" Linda wondered, arms crossed, weight on one foot.

Danny sighed, "I love you. So, so much."

"I love you, too."

"Linda..." another sigh, "can you sit?" He saw the tiny bit of apprehension in her eyes.

"...okay..." she easily lifted herself onto the counter. She looked at her husband, who's back was towards her. "Danny? Talk to me."

The detective turned around, his wife's expression changed. She now wore a face of worry and concern. Danny frowned as he looked at her in her pink dress and dark blue sweater. Her thighs were pressed together, her calves apart. "Is your cellphone charged?"

"No, it died earlier today. Why?"

"You really need to keep that thing charged."

"I know, and I'm sorry. I'll try to keep it charged... but this isn't just about a dead battery."

"Did you know there was a bomb threat today?"

Linda raised her eyebrows, "no. Where was it?"

"Manhattan."

She frowned and barely said, "oh."

Danny sighed, "Dammit, Linda. Why can't you keep your phone charged?"

"I'm sorry. It's an old battery, you said so yourself."

"I know what I said!" He yelled a little, then frowned, as if he regretted yelling. He hung his head, rubbing his eye.

Linda cocked her head, "I'm sorry. I never meant to worry you."

Danny looked up and smiled a little. His wife looked ashamed, which broke his heart. He walked up to her and put his hands on her thighs, "I could've lost you today. You and the boys," he whispered, not meeting her eyes. "I don't know what I would do if..."

The blonde put her hand on Danny's cheek, before tilting his head up. Her lips met his, her arms encircling his neck. She felt his arm wrap around her waist, clutching the fabric of her sweater.

Danny gently parted Linda's thighs, so he could get as close as he possibly could. He gently moved his tongue across Linda's lip, sighing when she granted him access.

She wrapped her legs around him, her skirt riding up a little. She ran her nails across the back of Danny's neck, their kissing getting heavier. Linda broke away when she needed air. She hugged him close, kissing his neck.

Danny tightened his grip on Linda, thanking God she and their boys were okay. He closed his eyes and sighed, relieved. Right now, all was right, and he intended to keep it that way.