The trip back to Lindsay's apartment was a quiet one. Danny had noticed that Lindsay had been awfully quiet since they had left the part and once they had gotten back to her apartment. She had left him in the living room, while she had gone to change into different clothes. He ran his hands together in the somewhat chilly room and looked over the small collection of picture frames scattered around the furniture, while he waited for Lindsay. They were pictures of Lindsay and what he presumed were of her family and friends, back home in Montana. She looked very happy in them.
"Hey," Lindsay's voice called out from behind him, and he slightly jumped, causing her to jump, which got her to chuckle, as she came up to his side. "Easy there, Messer. I thought you New Yorkers, were though, and not easily scared."
"Well, I wasn't expecting you to come up behind me," Danny countered, as he turned to face her, and smiled when he saw that she had changed into a pair of worn jeans and a worn sweatshirt. "That's what you're going to wear?"
"Danny Messer, you're not going to mess with me," Lindsay said, as she came up to stand in front of him. "Not now or later." She then turned to go, but he slid an arm around her waist and pulled her back into his chest. "Danny?"
"You said you would talk about what happened with the ice when we weren't around the others," he said, as he looked down at her, and she looked up at him, gently chewing on her bottom lip. "And last time I checked, the others aren't around."
"Yeah, I know," she whispered, as she started to pull back away from him, but he tightened his hold on her, so that she couldn't get away. "I'm not going to get out of this, am I?"
"No, Miss Montana, you are not. You got my attention. It's going to bug me for the longest time now."
"You really want to know. Fine I'll tell you. I almost died in a skating accident as child, and sent my best friend into a coma." Danny's smile quickly faded from his face and his eyes searched her face to see if she was pulling his leg, and he soon realized that she wasn't, and that she was telling him the truth. "We were skating on a pond outside our house. The ice broke, and we fell through. No body was around to hear our screams for help. We couldn't get out, because the ice was too frail on the edges to pull ourselves out. We almost died that day."
"Linds, I didn't know." Danny ran his hands up along her arms and felt her shiver. "That's why you don't skate."
"I haven't skated since that day. I've been terrified of the ice. Her parents blamed me of the accident. Saying that it was my fault that Kelsey was on the ice that day."
"I'm sorry, Linds. I shouldn't have pushed. If you didn't want to tell me, you shouldn't have told. It wasn't my place to know." Danny could feel her shaking under his hands. Remembering the memory had been hard for her. "That had to be hard for you."
Lindsay took a deep breath and looked up at him, before placing a hand on his chest. "I trust you enough, to be able to tell you the truth, Danny," she began, as she flexed her fingers on his chest. "And that means a lot to me."
"Me too. You trust me a lot more that you're letting on." He then lowered his head and gently kissed his head forehead. "Come on, Miss Montana. We should be getting ready go be heading to Mac's. They'll be worrying why we are late."
"We wouldn't want that." Lindsay slowly backed out of his arms with a coy smile and this time he let her go. "I'll be right back." Then she was gone.
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Mac had just cleaned up the last mess of his apartment when a knock came on his door. He quickly answered it to reveal a smiling Stella and a not so smiling Flack. "Ah, come on in," he said, as he opened the door for them both. "You're early."
"Yeah, well I thought I would come early and help you get ready," Stella said, as she looked around the apartment. "And Flack seemed to have the same idea."
"What can I say, like to be early as well," Flack called out, as he looked around the apartment. "So I take it that Messer and Monroe haven't showed up yet?"
"Not yet," Mac said as he looked over at Flack and then to Stella. "You guys did remember to bring stuff?"
Both looked down at their hands and their faces went read. "No," they muttered, and they began to dig for their cell phones. "We forgot."
"Well then you're both lucky that they're not here yet." Mac turned towards the kitchen with a smile.
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Danny's cell phone went off the same moment Lindsay's went off. "Hey, Flack, what's up," Danny said, as he heard Lindsay talked to Stella. "You kidding? You forgot. Oh, how thoughtful of you. So you want me to pick up something for you while on my way."
"Yeah, forgot to pick it up on my way and since you're not here yet, you can pick it up on your way," Flack said.
"Oh, how thoughtful," Danny said, as he watched as Lindsay came up to his side, as she flipped her phone closed. "Okay, I'll bring some stuff. See ya in a few." He then shut his phone and smiled at Lindsay. "Let me guess, the fair Stella did the same as Flack, and forgot to bring the stuff for the party?" She nodded. "Why do I think they might have done that on purpose?"
"Because they probably did," she replied, as she went over to grab her coat and purse. "Come on, Messer, before we're late. We have to stop and get the stuff for the party."
"Ah, right, who could forget." He joined Lindsay at the door, and they took off out the door. "Let's do this. And let's hope that we don't forget to get the things. If we do, I'm sure that they'll have our necks for sure."
"I'm sure they will."
TBC
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