Th transition from winter to spring found the nurse thinking about the seasons. Linda Reagan didn't know if she liked spring or winter better. She loved winter because of the coziness feeling, the fires in the fireplace- not to mention she could pull out all her cute sweaters, scarves, and boots she loved. But with winter it also meant sickness and more dangerous conditions. There was always black ice and slippery roads in a typical New York winter.

Linda chewed her lip as she watched the coffee machine. She loved spring because the school year was winding down, she could wear her favorite light weight tops, and she could whip out her spring foot wear.

Linda heard a loud sneeze then an annoyed grunt coming down the stairs. That was another thing she liked about spring- her husband's allergies. Her husband absolutely hated them, and she felt sorry and sympathetic for him, but there was something about him when he shed his contacts and wore his glasses. Those cheap, thick rimed, drug-store glasses Linda normally hated. But not on her husband; when her husband wore his glasses, he looked sexier, and his wife couldn't figure out why.

"Morning," Danny snaked his arms around Linda's waist and kissed her neck.

"Morning. How's the shoulder?"

"Eh." A few days ago, Danny had dislocated his shoulder (again), and it had been bugging him more this time around. "It's been better."

Linda nodded, "I'm sorry."

"One of the perks of being a detective."

"Not just a Detective," Linda stood on her tip toes to retrieve a travel mug and a normal mug. "The best Detective in New York." She handed him the travel mug and poured the coffee in.

"Thanks. Sorry last night—"

"Danny, it's okay," she interrupted him. They had planned on a steamy night, but with his dislocated shoulder, it was pushed back. "You know whenever one of us doesn't feel absolutely comfortable, we stop. Right away." Linda sat down at the table next to Danny, "besides, I wasn't feeling my best."

"You okay?" He sneezed again, prompting Linda to stand up.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she answered from the kitchen. "Just some stomach cramps." She handed him a Zyrtec. "Take it. And your glasses just in case."

Danny smiled but couldn't help the eye roll, "Yes, nurse." He teased her.

She smiled, "nurse aside, are you still on desk duty?"

"Technically..."

"Danny, I want you on that desk. I swear I'll call Maria or Sargent Gormley and I'll ask about you. And they'll tell me the truth."

"Okay, I promise I'll be careful."

"That's not good enough. Promise to stay at your desk." When Danny didn't answer, Linda reiterated her plea, "promise, Danny Reagan. Promise."

Danny looked into Linda's blue eyes. He sighed when he saw genuine fear and concern, "Fine. I promise I'll stay at my desk."

"Thank you." She looked at the clock on the wall, "you better go before you're late."

Danny smiled at Linda, the lights hitting her face wonderfully. "I can stay a few more minutes."

"If only." Linda said quietly, but not quietly enough.

"Are you scared?"

She sighed, "I'm always scared when you go to work. Especially coming back from an injury... be careful, please?"

"I'm banished to my desk, what could happen?" He joked, offering a small smirk.

"I'm dead serious, Danny. Be careful."

"I swear I'll be careful." Danny kissed Linda's lips, a little more forcefully than he intended.

"Come home to me." She whispered.

"Always." He walked towards the door, Linda on his heels. He opened the door and smiled at her, "I love you."

"I love you more."

"Love you most." Danny kissed her once again, "I promise I'll stay at my desk."

"I'm gonna be checking." Linda smiled when he looked at her weirdly, "I'm serious. I'm gonna be calling to see if you're at your desk... now go before your late." She ushered him out the door, watching him get in the car through the small crack. If he didn't stay at his desk, she was going to kill him.