Linda slammed the open drawers shut, holding back the angry and hurt tears that dared to fall. She tore off her robe and threw it on the bench at the end of the bed. She threw the covers back and sat down angrily. Forcefully, she pulled them up to her chin, hitting herself accidentally in the process. She faced away from her husband, too angry to want to talk to or see him.

"Linda-" Danny sighed, crawling in bed next to her. "Look.." he put his hand on her arm.

"Don't touch me." She grumbled.

"What?"

"Don't touch me."

He retracted his hand and dropped his head. Looking up at her, he apologized, "I'm sorry-"

"No, you're not, Danny. If you were sorry, you wouldn't keep doing it."

"Linda, I am sorry. Really I am. I was just... being a jerk." He shrugged, not understanding why she was so upset. She never got this upset over his job before.

"D@mn right you were."

"Linda-"

"Shut up, Danny, okay? Just... shut up." Linda looked at the corner of the ceiling, biting her lip, her tears starting to fall.

Danny sighed, "I love you."

"I love you, too." She barely said, because, even though she was boiling mad at him, she still loved him.

Minutes passed before Linda muffled a sob. Once her tears came, she couldn't stop them. She slipped out of bed, forgetting her robe. Quietly, she made it down to the kitchen; she gripped the kitchen sink, her shoulders tense.

Danny had followed her downstairs; he leaned on the door jamb with his arms crossed. He watched his wife's shoulders shake, causing her T-shirt to ride up, exposing her underwear. He smiled lightly, then made his way behind her.

A simple touch to the shoulder, and Linda was in his arms, sobbing on his bare shoulder and neck. He rubbed her back, and kissed her head.

Linda shook as she babbled out some words that Danny didn't understand.

"Shh... calm down, then we'll talk." He kissed her head again, willing her to calm down.

Linda wiped her eyes and took in a calming breath. She nodded when asked if she was ready to talk. She let Danny lead her to the sofa, where he kept a hand on her knee as she talked. "I'm sorry. I just... I don't know. I don't know why I got mad like that... I guess I'm scared." She looked at Danny, who nodded, encouraging her to continue. "Because O'Donnell died just a few short days ago... and I'm so very sorry for his family, but I'm so relieved it wasn't you." She dropped her head to her chin. "Kinda selfish, huh?" she whispered, ashamed with herself for thinking that.

Danny shook his head, "no. It's not selfish. I'd feel the same way if I were in your shoes... wanna know a secret?"

"What?"

Danny shrugged and paused a moment before talking, "I feel the same way. I'm always sad for the family, but I'm so glad that it wasn't me. I never wanna put you through that." He pushed a piece of her hair away from her face. "Now that's selfish. But I don't care. All I care about, at the end of the day, is coming home to you."

Linda leaned against Danny, tired from everything that had happened the last few days. "I'm sorry I got mad like that. It was just-"

Danny draped an arm over her, "You don't have to explain. It was a lot of feelings for you. All at once."

She nodded against his shoulder. "Let's go back upstairs. Try to get some sleep."

"That's a good idea." He took her hand and led her upstairs. He smiled contentedly when Linda snuggled up next to him, her head on his heart. Danny kissed his wife's head, "I love you."

"Love you more." She dropped a kiss to his chest.

"Love you most."

They drifted off to sleep, tangled together, their little spat forgotten by morning.