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Lindsay furiously worked on the paperwork all afternoon. Lindsay absolutely hated paperwork, and the conversation she'd had with Mac wasn't helping matters. At 3, after over two hours of the torture, Danny knocked on her office door. "Hey Lindsay, stuck doing paperwork?"
"Yeah, if I didn't know better, I'd think Mac has it out for me, first ordering me to the shrink, then ordering me to do paperwork. I can't believe that he's not letting me go into the field until I do, I don't wanna go. I almost feel like wringing his neck, and now I don't have chickens to do it on," she answered scathingly.
"Whoa, Lindsay, this isn't like you," Danny gently reprimanded her. He stepped into her office and walked over next to her. "I've never seen you be so sarcastic, that's not you. You know, you're acting pretty childish." Lindsay blushed and bit her lip. He continued, "I saw you slam the door earlier. I was in the lab across the hall, and I could hear you yelling at him. Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?"
"I don't."
"So there is something. Why don't you want to see the psychiatrist?"
"I just don't want to," she said, looking down. "I just hate talking about my so-called problems with other people. Don't you realize that Flack is in worse trouble than I am?"
"Whoa, Lindsay, I know he's in bad shape. And I know you're worried about him, hell, we all are. But it's no excuse for acting the way you have been. Think about it. Do you really think you're going to change Mac's mind about sending you to the psychiatrist by acting this way?" Lindsay's entire face became red. "Mac's much more likely to relieve you of duty for awhile. And I know that you're angry about him making you go, but he does have your best interests at heart. He only wants to help you get through this." Danny turned to leave.
Ouch, Lindsay thought. "I'm sorry," she called out to Danny.
Danny looked over his shoulder. "I'm not the only one you need to be apologizing to."
