1Should I Tell?
Thanks for the reviews. Chapter 6 is Danny's confusion and Flack's wanting to know the reason for it.
"Danny? Danny!"
Flack had been calling him for five minutes. What's this guy's problem? He asked himself. He's been spacing out all day.
Danny turned around. "Yeah?" he asked slowly.
"You okay, dude?" Flack asked him.
"I..." Danny hesitated. Arielle was the only thing on his mind, not the murder they were working on, a girl with her throat slit and strange marks on her thighs. It made him sick. What if that was her... it could have been her... I could have never met her...
"Hey, Messer. Focus. What the hell is going on with you?" Flack asked.
"I'm busy. Work. Play. Whatever." Danny spoke jerkily and absentmindedly. It was as if he had seen something... something he was caught up in, and didn't want to tell anyone else about...
"Are you sure you don't want to tell me?"
"No!" he shot back, a strange, nearly hostile look in his bright blue eyes. Flack stepped back, shocked.
"Okay, okay, don't tell me... damn, I was only worried..." he trailed off, going back to his work. Danny sighed and slicked back his hair from his eyes. This was so hard on him... he wanted to tell, but then again, he wanted to confront Arielle... tell her what he had read... tell her it was okay, that he was here...
And then she was there, stepping into the office, all of her beauty evident in the smile on her face. Here was the moment... the opportunity... the chance. He went up to her, serious on the outside, shaking inwardly.
"Arielle... is there... something you want to tell me? About last night? A few years ago? Anything?" he asked, watching as she looked back at him, puzzled.
"Um... no, why?" she asked back.
Oh, no reason. Just the fact that I read about you getting raped and threatened at fourteen last night when I brought you home and you were too drunk to bat an eye, he thought to himself.
"Are you all right, Danny?" she asked him, brushing his hair out of his eyes. Her light touch sent a shiver down his spine, and he closed his eyes. He was infatuated with her, and he wanted so badly to help her...
He swallowed, and opened his mouth to speak...
"Arielle! We got another case for you and Danny," Mac called her. She sighed, and turned away. He groaned inwardly and passed his hands over his face. Damn it. He let her get away.