"Linda?" Danny walked around carefully in the dark Forrest. He had his gun ready, just in case; he wondered why Linda was in the Forrest in the first place. They were walking together, hand in hand, when she had pointed to something and laughed. She let go of his hand, turned a corner, and was gone. He had been searching for at least fifteen minutes, and was steadily getting more and more worried.

"Linda!?" The detective shouted, praying she was okay.

"Come, come!" A bouncy, blonde teenager grabbed Danny's hand.

"Who're you?"

"Don't Tell me you don't recognize me!"

Danny stared at her, "... Linda?"

"Duh! Come on, let's go!"

"Where are we going?" He watched her turn a corner, and followed her with no concern for what would be on the other side.

Danny suddenly found himself in an old, musty basement, filled with all sorts of torturous devices. He cocked his head, examining them without touching. His attention was grabbed by a tv crackling, then coming to life. He saw his wife with her eyes closed, standing up. He watched as a mean looking man sauntered up to her, and trailed his finger along her collarbone. The man grinned deviously as he walked around her, trailing his horse whip over her chest and shoulders.

"Hey!" Danny yelled, wanting to kill the man.

The man stood next to Linda, running his tongue up her neck. She scrunched her eyes closed, clearly very uncomfortable. The man placed his lips on her neck, and bit down hard.

"Don't just stand there!" The detective told the screen, not knowing why he wasn't just walking away. He didn't know why he was fixated in the spot, when all he wanted to do was shoot the bastard that messed with his wife.

The man slipped his hand up Linda's shirt and rested it on her breast. She protested that time, kneeing him between his legs. He hit her across the face, slamming her into the floor.

"Hey!" Danny yelled louder, his hands tightening into fists. He watched the man knock her out, and undress her. He witnessed in horror the man having his way with the beautiful blonde. Once the Perp had his fun, he took his gun, and shot Linda.

"No!!"

Danny's eyes popped open, his heart thudding in his chest. Relief rushed over him when he saw his wife next to him, sleeping soundly. She was on her stomach, her bare shoulder blocking her mouth. She had a Hersey kiss on her shoulder blade, making him smile. He had put that there a few hours ago, wondering if she could hold still that long. Obviously, she could; he wondered if that meant something- like she was cool under pressure or some other trait.

Danny rubbed her cheek, then her warm shoulder, smirking when she stirred a little.

"Is this heaven?"

"It's New York."

Linda nodded, "I knew that." She rolled into her side, "you woke me up from a marvelous dream." She stretched her arm above her head, taking in a big breath.

"Oh yeah? What was it?"

"Just you, an' me. We wanted to go to Kokomo, but some idiot booked us for Kokomo, Indiana."

"So our vacation was ruined?"

"Well, there were no Sandy beaches, tropical waves, or warm breezes. But there was you, me, and a hotel room." Linda smiled, "the outcome was the same... did you dream?"

"No," Danny smiled, kissing her shoulder. "Have I told you how much I love you?"

"Not today."

"Pictures are better than words."

"What does that have to do with-" she felt Danny's lips on her neck, making her laugh out loud.

He sucked on the smooth skin, glad that his nightmare was only in his head.


A/n

This was, like, my eighteenth attempt at this chap. All the other attempts went no where. Why didn't I just delete this chap? Because I wanted to use the line "is this heaven?"

"No, it's [New York]"

I think it turned out well...

Happy reading