Title: He Confused Her Part 3

Author: Jen

Summary: Apartment.

A/N: I just wrote it. Didn't really proof read it and I'm extremely tired so apologies if you don't like it. I promise next chapter will make it up.

The trip from the night club to Lindsay's apartment was a tough one for Danny. She wasn't exactly heavy but Lindsay wasn't anywhere close to light at all and after what seemed like hours of carrying her, Danny's muscles where aching for a break.

It wasn't until that the two of them finally got inside did Danny's muscles finally were able to get the break they deserved. He had set Lindsay down on her couch because that was the closet piece of furniture that he could easily set her down on. "There." Danny said as he stepped back to look at Lindsay who was sitting quite awkwardly on the couch.

"Thanks." She said, her gaze avoiding his. "I can take care of myself now."

That comment made Danny's brow rose. "You're kidding."

She sharply looked at him. "What? I'm a tough woman. I think I know how to take care of myself."

Danny managed to stifle a laugh as he crossed his arms over his chest. "You mean, like how you manage to sprain your ankle all by yourself?"

Her eyes narrowed at him. "You caused that."

"Actually you did. You mentioned something about you heading out."

"You came into the locker room."

"Last time I checked it was a public place."

The both glared at one another, both not daring to say anything else in fear that they would be incorrect. Lindsay had opened her mouth to snap back at him but she quickly closed it and looked away. She wasn't in any mood to deal with this shit right now and most definitely not in the mood with her ankle sprained.

And that silence Danny received from Lindsay was one he wasn't prepared for. He actually believed that right then and there she was going to take him out verbally but instead, she backed down. Something that seemed to be something completely opposite from Lindsay's behavior.

And because of that, Danny was lost for words. "Um…"

"…The door's that way." Lindsay said softly, her eyes slowly moving past Danny and towards her door. "Um, thanks for you know, carrying me up the stairs." Even though I probably could have done it on my own.

Danny was a little surprise that she had basically told him to go screw himself right then and there but then again he should have known that that would have been something to come out of her mouth. He swallowed hard and nodded. "Yeah, no problem." He tucked his hands into his jean pockets before turning around and started making his way towards her door.

Who was he kidding anyway? Why would Lindsay seriously ask him to stay?

"Wait. Danny?"

He stopped.

"Um, actually, would you like a drink?"

Danny found himself blinking a couple times and began to wonder how Lindsay suddenly became a psychic because he was pretty sure he hadn't shown any signs of wanting to stay. He then slowly turned around and gave a small shrug as if staying wasn't the first thing on his mind. "Sure. But, um," his eyes landed on her ankle, "maybe I should go get the drinks."

TBC