Title: He Confused Her (Part 6)

Author: Jen

Summary: Lindsay is late and it's all Danny's fault.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

A/N: This took forever to write. How come? I kept rewriting this chapter over and over and found myself not pleased with its results at all.

"I think this is the last of them." Lindsay said as she handed Zach, who was currently at that moment carrying a huge stack of file folders, the last case file that had been placed on the desk. It had been a long, gruesome six hours in which Lindsay found herself in a room filling out paperwork with Zach. Now, it wasn't because of Zach because Lindsay enjoyed his company greatly but it was the fact that because of a stupid accident, her life had been turned around.

Zach watched as Lindsay glanced around the room, doing one more sweep with her eyes to see if she missed anything, before turning towards him and smiling. They had finished paperwork before work was even over.

"Does this mean I can get back to my work?" Zach asked hopefully as the two of them exited the room, Lindsay turning off the lights and closing the door behind them. When she had realized that she in fact had kept Zach there with her for a while and how much of a bore it could have been for him, she immediately apologized and took the massive amount of case files from him.

"Yes, I'm sorry Zach. I really didn't mean to keep you that long. I'm sorry."

He smiled at her and gave a shrug of the shoulders as if he truly didn't care. "Don't worry. I didn't mind it that much."

She returned the smile before Zach gave a small wave of goodbye and turned on his heel, ready to get back to work.

By the time Lindsay had dropped off the paperwork in Mac's office, retrieved her personal belongings from her locker and made her way outside, it was six. She had another doctor's appointment in thirty minutes for just a check up on her ankle. See if anything was still wrong with her and when it would be all right for her to walk again without the aid of the crutches.

But, the thought of arriving their early and maybe getting in before six thirty seemed like a good idea to Lindsay so she decided to make her way to the corner of the street and see if she could try and get this taxi thing down.

She leaned out a little towards the street, raised her one arm and yelled "Taxi!" hoping that one way or another, one would be nice enough to come help a woman in need. And yet, each taxi that seem to go by took no intention of even noticing her.

Lindsay growled in fusturation as she threw her arm out again. And yet again, it passed her by.

"You're doing it wrong." A familiar voice said behind her as Danny Messer came up besides her and put his two fingers in his mouth, a whistle echoing off his mouth as he yelled Taxi and what do you know? One pulled up to them.

"How the hell-?" Lindsay began but Danny just laughed and shook his head, opening the taxi cab door for her.

"It takes practice."

Lindsay slowly made her way into the taxicab, mimicking a 'takes practice' under her breath as she grabbed her crutches and pulled them in with her. When she had reached over to close the door, she was surprised to find that Danny was climbing in after her, pushing her aside to leave more room before he settled himself in, and closed the door.

Lindsay gaped at him. "Excuse me."

Danny turned his head to look at her and smiled innocently. "What?" He asked, noticing the look on Lindsay's face.

"Danny, you just can't let yourself in with out asking." She explained, her eyes a little wider than normal as she felt her personal space completely vanish into thin air.

"Where ya two headin'?" The taxicab driver asked as he looked at the two of them through the rearview mirror. He was a big man with bushy dark eyebrows and thick glasses that reflected off the car headlights as they sped by.

It wasn't until then, when Danny had locked eyes with the man in the taxicab, that memories started washing over him like a tidal wave. The man had similar features and that was enough to send Danny packing. "Actually," Danny said as he absently grabbed Lindsay's wrist, a sign of protection that his father had done once before, "we're going to walk."

Luckily, Lindsay's mind hadn't gone numb enough with the feel of Danny's fingers around her wrist, to sharply turn her head at him and hissed "what?"

"We're going to walk." Danny said again as he unlocked the door and climbed out, pulling Lindsay out with him. It was a semi-difficult task due to the fact that she had to grab her crutches and fight with Danny at the same time.

Once they were free from the cab, Lindsay glared at Danny, pulling her wrist away from his grasp. "What was that for?"

He seemed a little uncomfortable at her question and Danny gave a small shrug of the shoulders as he looked down at his watch. When he calculated the estimated time of how long it would take now for them to get to Lindsay's doctor appointment, they would be fifteen minutes late. He sighed.

And she picked up on it. "What?"

"Sorry," he mumbled as he looked up at her, his features truly resembling that of an apologitc face, "I didn't realize how long it would take."

"So, are you telling me that I will not get my ankle checked out today?"

He wet his lips before nodding at her.

"And you're telling me that this ankle, which I sprained because of you-" he raised his eyebrows at her "will not be checked out so I can be healed?"

Again, he nodded.

Lindsay's grip on her crutches tightened as she growled and turned to the direction in which that would lead her to her own apartment. "I'm done Danny. You fusturate me to no end." And yes, she was getting herself a headache.

TBC

(Just updating this so you all know I live! Hooray! And some suprises to come in the upcoming chapters!)