Danny did eventually call Kathryn and they started their version of dating. Their careers didn't really allow them to see each other frequently. They would make plans to see a movie or go to dinner, and inevitably one of them, usually Danny, would get a call about work. So they settled in to a modified version of dating which usually found Danny coming to her apartment late at night to steal a few moments together before he had to go to his apartment to get ready for work.

It wasn't Kathryn's idea of a perfect relationship, but when it came to Danny she would take what she could get. He was becoming her addiction. She thought about him all the time, and her heart would race when her phone rang in hopes that it would be him. They'd been together for less than a month, and she already knew she was in love. She ached to tell him, but didn't want to scare him away. Instead, she just appreciated the nights he would come over, and they would lie on her couch in a tangle of limbs and pretend to watch television. One night, Danny stopped by and they ended up on the couch talking about her failed engagement among other things.

"So I have kind of a personal question," stated Kathryn.

"You do?" Danny asked.

"Yes, you don't have to answer, but I'm curious."

"OK. Shoot…" Kathryn smiled and almost laughed, "What's your number?"

"My number? What my telephone number? Which one…work, cell?" teased Danny.

"No, you know what I'm talking about. I wanted to know how many women you've been with before me."

"So the ones before, not the ones I'm still seeing now?" Danny teased and laughed as she playing punched him in the arm.

"Don't joke. You have kind of reputation in the DA's office as being a flirt so you can understand my worries."

"I have a reputation? Wow…that's nice to know, but you have nothing to worry about. I'm so busy; I only have time for one woman. I'd be exhausted if I had to satisfy someone else in addition to you," Danny smiled slyly.

"Well that's good to know," Kathryn sighed. "Now back to the original question…"

"My number…do you really want to know?"

"I think so. I hope I don't regret it."

"Well I'll say this…when I was younger I was kind of a partier, you know? So sex was just a part of all that. I liked to escape. But as I got older, I had to make a choice about what I wanted in my life because that lifestyle wasn't exactly conducive to my job. So while I probably have a high "number," my number recently is pretty low. Does that help you?"

"Well I think you are dodging the question, but it's nice to know you are more selective in your old age."

"OK, Ms.Curiosity…what about you…what's your number? If you're going to dish it out, you are going to have to take it as well."

"I have no problem with that, but I think you will be shocked."

"Shocked, huh? Maybe I don't want hear this."

"I met this guy in college when I was 21 years old. I didn't date a whole lot before him. I was kind of sheltered, you know? Well he was my first, and we dated, got engaged and were together for five years."

"And then after him, did you just go nuts and make up for lost time."

Kathryn laughed, "Well I guess you could say I am making up for lost time right now."

"Really? I'm the only other guy?"

"Oh come on Danny. You knew I wasn't that experienced that first night."

"Well, I knew you weren't used to hooking up on the first date, but I didn't think that I was first guy in what…two years?

"Right, I haven't been with him in over two years."

"So where is Prince Charming now?" teased Danny.

"Ha Ha. His name is Richard. He's a lawyer on Wall Street."

"Wow. So were you really in love with him?"

Kathryn looked up at Danny from her spot laying on his chest and looked into his dark eyes. "I thought I was," she whispered. Kathryn realized looking at Danny that she never was in love with Richard. She never felt like this with Richard.

"What happened?" Danny asked.

"I met him in college. I was one of those girls who was going from her parent's house, to the sorority house, and on to her husband's house. And he seemed like the perfect husband material. He was in law school and from a great family. And it just seemed the easiest thing to do. We got engaged. My mother planned the wedding of the century complete with the Vera Wang dress. After a while, I felt like I wasn't even living my life anymore. And Richard and I…it felt like we'd already been married for fifty years. There was no…"

"Passion?"

"Exactly," Kathryn replied as she slid up to kiss Danny.

After a few minutes, Danny pulled away, "So how did you tell him?"

"Tell who what?" Kathryn asked completely confused after their intense kiss.

"How did you break off your engagement?"

"You will think I'm terrible. On my wedding day, I was in the back of the church with 500 hundred of our closest friends and family waiting to watch me walk down the aisle."

"Oh no."

"Oh yes. My father took my hand to walk down the aisle and I started weeping uncontrollably. And they weren't tears of happiness. I felt like I was going to prison. Richard wanted me to quit the DA's office, and focus on charity work. So I told my father how I felt. I thought he was going to freak out. But he didn't. He just gave me his handkerchief, and told me he would take care of it. He walked up the aisle, told Richard, and then informed the guests that there wouldn't be a wedding."

"You're father sounds like a good guy."

"He is. They both are pretty great. I just hated the thought of disappointing them, you know?"

"I can imagine," Danny replied with a distant look in his eyes.

"What about your parents? Your family? You've never talked about them," Kathryn inquired as she looked up at him.

Danny just looked at her for a moment, and then started to sit up, "Not much to tell."

His quick movement startled Kathryn. "Did I say something wrong?"

"No. I just should probably go. It's getting late," Danny replied as he looked for his shirt.

"You're going? Don't go. Come to bed for a while," Kathryn said as she slid close to him and put her hand on his chest.

"It's late."

"We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. We don't have to talk at all," Kathryn said as she started to kiss him. She desperately didn't want him to leave.

Danny saw the desperation and regret in her eyes for daring to ask about his family. He didn't want her to feel like that so he pulled away from her and responded, "Their dead."

Kathryn put a hand on his face, "Your parents?"

Danny nodded, "They died in a car accident when I was eleven. I lived in foster homes and group homes most of the time after that. So, it's just not my favorite subject."

Kathryn laid her head on his bare chest and wrapped her arms around him, "I'm sorry."

"Don't…don't feel sorry for me. I'm fine. It's the past and I'm over it. That's why I don't like talking about it. It's almost like it didn't even happen, you know?"

Kathryn just nodded, but she could hear in his voice that he was trying to convince himself of that more than her. She kissed him lightly then, and took his hand as she led him to her bedroom.

More time passed as Kathryn and Danny grew closer, but she still felt a distance with him. She felt like he still resisted opening up to her. Danny was a living dichotomy. He could be talking a mile a minute about a case, or some current event. The next minute he would shut completely down if a topic became personal. To Danny, his past was off-limits even to her. One lazy Sunday morning, they slept in late at her apartment. Kathryn woke up before he did. While he was still sleeping, she absently traced her finger along the scar on his stomach. Danny woke up startled at her touch and quickly grabbed her hand.

Kathryn, completely caught off guard, let out a little yelp of surprise. Danny's hand was wrapped tightly around her wrist, hurting her. "Danny, you're hurting me," Kathryn exclaimed.

Danny just realizing what was happening quickly let go and apologized, "I'm sorry, baby. I just…I don't know…I must have been dreaming or something."

Kathryn lifted herself to lay her head on the pillow next to his. She asked, "Are you OK?" as she put her hand on his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I know," she whispered softly. "Is it the scar? I was touching the scar on your stomach. How did you get it?"

"No…it's no big deal. Just a freak bicycle accident when I was a kid," Danny lied. He wasn't ready to tell her what really happened. He wasn't sure he would ever be ready.

"How about the one on your wrist," she asked as she lightly touched the other scar.

Danny just looked at her for a moment, and then said, "Why all the interest? I was a clumsy kid. What can I say?"

"I want to know everything about you. Every scar, every mark….it all tells a story," she said innocently.

"Well this scar just tells the story of me not watching where I was going and running into a window. I barely remember it happening," Danny answered referring to his wrist. Once again, he didn't want to tell Kathryn the truth.

Until recently, Danny actually believed the story his mother told him about his wrist scar. But then, he spoke to his brother Rafael in prison. He still hadn't told Kathryn about Rafael even though he spoke on behalf of his brother at his parole hearing. He still wasn't sure he could trust his brother. He wasn't sure he wanted Rafael in his life. So, Danny didn't think he should tell Kathryn about Rafael. It would open up too many painful memories for him including the one about how he got the scar on his wrist. It wasn't because he was clumsy. It was because his drunken father lost his temper and cut him with a beer bottle. Sometimes Danny had nightmares about it, but never really saw it happening – he just felt the pain and the fear.

Kathryn could tell that this wasn't territory that Danny wanted to talk about. She could see him shut down right before her eyes.

"You know I have like a million things to do today. I hate to leave you," Danny said as he sat up.

Kathryn reached out and touched his arm, "Don't leave me."

Danny leaned down and gave her a quick kiss. "I have to, but I'll call you tonight. Maybe we can go to dinner or something."

"OK," she said with a little sadness as she watched Danny gather his clothes and slip into the bathroom. A few minutes later he came out dressed.

"Are you going to stay in bed all day?" Danny asked.

"Maybe."

Danny sat on the edge of the bed. Kathryn sat up, and they kissed again. She tried to pull him back to bed, but he resisted. "I have to go, baby," Danny pleaded.

Kathryn ran her hand through his hair and looked in his eyes. "I love you. You don't have to say it back, but I just want you to know that."

Danny looked at her and kissed her again, "How did I get so lucky? You're amazing. I'll call you later, OK?"

Kathryn smiled and nodded. And then he left. Kathryn collapsed back into her pillow. She didn't regret telling him how she felt. She just wished she knew what he was thinking. Part of her liked his mysterious nature especially in the beginning when everything was exciting and new. But now they have been together for over two months, and she wanted to go to another level with him.

She even considered asking Danny to move in with her considering they'd only been to his apartment twice. She met him there when he needed to pick up change of clothes for the next day. He had a studio apartment – not unusual for a single guy living in Manhattan. Kathryn was struck by how little she could find out about him by seeing where he lived. There were no pictures, no clutter and no personal touches. He could probably pick up and move from the apartment in an hour. It was like he was used to not putting roots down even though he had lived in that apartment for a few years.

Instead of asking him to move in with her, she decided to start smaller. She started giving him subtle hints about going on a vacation together. He seemed receptive, but wasn't willing to commit to a concrete date.

One afternoon after they'd been dating for almost four months, Kathryn found herself at the Federal Building taking depositions in a serial kidnap/murder case. From Danny's team, she was interviewing Jack and Vivian. After Jack finished his interview, Danny popped in the conference room.

"Hey, you are not on my list today," joked Kathryn.

"I thought I was on your list everyday," Danny replied as he sat down next to her.

Kathryn smiled, "Vivian is my next depo."

"I know. She got held up on the phone with D.C. about a case. I volunteered to come in and tell you she is running a few minutes late."

"Thanks. That's very kind of you."

"Well, I have ulterior motives. I wanted to see you," Danny said as he put his on her knee and started to caress her thigh under her skirt.

Kathryn shook her head and blushed as she removed his hand from her thigh, and laced her fingers through his. "You know this is a capital murder case. I have to stay….focused."

Danny smiled, "Sorry. I couldn't control myself. You looked so beautiful sitting here all by yourself."

"Well, I'm glad you stopped by. Actually, this might be a good time to talk about something."

"What's that?"

"A vacation. Getting away from the city for a few days…Jamaica, the Bahamas…I'm not picky as long as it is warm and far away from here."

"Well, I told you it sounds great."

"I know, but I would like more a concrete answer. A date, a flight time, reservations….the whole nine yards."

Danny nodded, "I know. It's just hard to get away from here."

"Everybody takes vacations…even FBI agents. And I'm talking about 4 or 5 days, not 40 or 50 years," Kathryn said sarcastically as she took her hand away from his.

Danny looked at her skeptically, "What does that mean?"

"It means…it means…that I think you equate going away with me as some sort of commitment issue. And you don't seem ready for that."

"I'm not ready for commitment…I'm not ready? What would make you say that? I think I've been pretty committed the last 4 months."

"Just because your not sleeping with other people doesn't mean you're committed to me." Kathryn couldn't believe she was saying all this, but it had been on her mind for a while.

Danny just looked at her and smirked, "I don't really know how to respond to that. I think I…"

Just as Danny was going to respond, Vivian walked in, "Am I interrupting?"

Danny rose quickly from the chair, "No," he said while looking at Kathryn. "I was just getting some legal advice."

Kathryn looked down as Danny walked out. After he left she looked up, "Hi, Vivian."

"It's good to see you Kathryn. How have you been?"

"OK. How are you? How's your family?"

"Their fine." Vivian could see that she was a bit shaken, "Are you OK? Is Danny still giving you a hard time about the Sander's case from three years ago?"

Kathryn looked at Vivian, and had a realization. Vivian had no idea that she and Danny were together. She wondered if anyone in Danny's life knew about them. "No, I'm fine. It's just been a long day."

She deposed Vivian, and then went home. Kathryn wasn't sure what her next step with Danny should be. She still loved him, but she couldn't risk getting hurt any more.