A/N: You guys are so encouraging. I promise I'll finish this story, even if it takes longer than I thought. Thank you to those that answered my question. If anyone else wants to add what they think I'd love to read it.

If you guys want to know when I though Tommy realized his feelings for Lindy I think it was in the YOLO episode when they were saving those kids. Even before the psychic pointed it out. There was just really good chemistry between the two. I think Tommy was in love with Lindy in the SOS episode and then they kissed... I definitely agree that he was completely furious when he was fighting off that creep. Anyway here's the new chapter, sorry it took so long, the chapters are getting longer, more action, etc. Tindy's coming guys, patience. Hopefully it'll be worth the wait.

"Do you want another drink?" Tommy looked up from the empty beer bottle he was holding into Sophia's eyes.

He smiled at her. "Sure." She immediately set down a glass filled with a red drink that smelled fruity. Clearly she'd had it ready for him. He looked down at it in disbelief and then back up at her. "Are you serious? I just wanted a beer."

She waved away his protest. "I'm sure a beer is supposed to make you look manlier or something while you sit here and wait for Lindy, but this tastes a lot better."

"It's a girly looking drink."

"Now you're just being sexist."

He purposely took a large swig to shut her up but nearly spit it out. He managed to swallow it, feeling it burn the whole way down. He coughed, trying to clear his throat, bringing tears to his eyes. Sophia just watched him with a wide satisfied grin on her face. "What was that?" he finally managed to ask when he had stopped coughing. "That was so not what I expected."

"Things aren't always what you expect them to be, Tommy. That is a house special, but what we put in it is a secret."

"Well, damn, you could have warned me."

"Nah, it wouldn't have been as fun," she giggled. "Do you want another one?"

"Hell yeah." She quickly whipped up another one and took away his empty glass, then made her way to the opposite side of the counter to attend to another customer. Tommy took another-smaller- swig of the house special and continued to wait for Lindy.

The place was packed. Tonight, Sophia had reopened IRL after closing it for nearly a month while she recovered. It was a Saturday night and people were looking for a good place to hang out and IRL being one of the best places to go for a night out, word had spread quickly. Lindy had invited him for the opening, but still had yet to show up.

"Great place, huh?" Tommy looked to see a curly haired man sit down on the stool beside him. He looked familiar although Tommy wasn't sure from where.

"Yeah, it's a lot of fun."

"I'm not even sure why I came." The man said, taking a swig of his beer. Tommy eyed it feeling self-conscious about his own drink. "My friends convinced me to come for a night out, but they're all out on the dance floor right now." He nodded in that general direction although there were so many bodies tightly packed together Tommy wasn't sure who his friends were supposed to be.

Tommy just shrugged. He wasn't sure why this guy was trying to talk to him. He should just go and hang out with his friends instead of complaining to him about it. "Why don't you go join them?"

The man shrugged, uncertainly. "I don't know. I'm not much of a dancer which is why I'm not sure why I even came." Tommy didn't know what to say to that so he just took another sip of his drink. The man's eyes travelled to it but he didn't comment on it, for which Tommy was grateful. He didn't need anyone telling him how girly his drink looked. Instead the guy said, "Are you waiting for someone?"

Tommy sighed. Clearly this guy wasn't going to move on. "Yeah, I am." Tommy didn't elaborate.

"Well, isn't she a sight." The guy gestured behind Tommy. Tommy turned to see what the guy was looking at. He saw a pretty brunet walk into the club. The colorful lights around her pulsing, making her seem hypnotic. There was more than one guy's lustful eye on her and more than one disdainful look from the women around, but she was oblivious to it all.

"She's beautiful," Tommy half whispered to himself. The brunet saw Tommy and her red lipsticked lips curved into a smile, making his pulse jump. She made her way towards him, weaving around people until she was finally in front of him and said, "Sorry I'm late."

"Don't worry about it."

"What have you been doing?"

"I've just been talking to…" The words trailed off as he turned and saw the stool that the guy had been sitting on was empty. "Never mind." He had never even gotten the guy's name. He gestured for Lindy to sit down. She took the stool to his right and flagged down one of the bartenders.

"Whatever you do, don't order the house special," Tommy warned. Lindy grinned, looking down at the red drink in his hand, she obviously knew about it already.

"The usual, Lindy?" A buff looking bartender asked her.

"No. I want the orange twist, tonight." It was in front of her in less than a minute. "So, how are you?" Tommy asked her.

"Still shocked," she said, turning toward him. "It's kind of hard to get over the fact that your little sister has been able to reach out to you all this time and hasn't… making you think she was kidnapped…" She sighed, trying to get a grip on her emotions. "Look," she said, twirling the straw in her drink. "I'm sorry about last night. I… I lost control. It was all just too much for me. I let everything build up inside and I just couldn't handle it anymore. I think that's why I ran off. I was trying to run away from what I was feeling instead of facing it and it finally caught up to me. I'm just sorry you had to see me like that."

Tommy couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Lindy," there was something in the way he said it that made her look at him. "Don't apologize. You had every right to do what you did. Most people would have broken down a long time ago. It's a wonder you held up as long as you did. You have been through so much. More than most people would in a lifetime," he leaned closer to her. "There is nothing to be ashamed of, Lindy. You're one of the strongest people I know, so please don't apologize for losing control once. Everyone should allow themselves to feel whatever it is they're feeling. That's all you did, you just let yourself feel. You needed to and it's perfectly fine. I just want you to feel okay now."

"And I do," she said smiling, "Thanks to you." She took a deep breath as if to gather her courage. "Thank you, Tommy. For everything. For telling me about your past, for seeing that video with me, for going after me, and for taking it when I took out my anger on you. Just thanks for being there."

"Don't even worry about it, Lindy." Tommy said a little uncomfortable with all the praise. "I'm just glad I could help you."

Lindy took a sip of her drink. "So," she said, changing the subject with a change in her tone. "That girl over there has been eyeing you like you're a piece of meat for the last ten minutes." Tommy turned to see who she was talking about. A few feet away a stunning blonde in a slightly too tight dress and heels was looking at Tommy indeed like he was a piece of meat and she was hungry. When she saw that he had noticed her she blew him a kiss. Tommy turned back to face Lindy. He could feel his face getting warm and hoped that the dim lighting in the club was enough to hide his blush.

"She's hot." Lindy said, with an amused look on her face.

"Yeah," he said, avoiding her gaze by looking down at his drink, "But she's not my type."

"Tommy Calligan has a type? This I have to hear," she said, leaning forward enough that the smell of her pomegranate shampoo wafted over to him. He loved that smell.

How was he supposed to tell her that his type was sitting right in front of him with a drink in her hand, her wide brown eyes both expectant and challenging? "Well," he began hesitantly. "She's gotta be smart, not easily afraid-"

"And blonde."

They both looked up to see Connor with George beside him. Connor had managed to catch onto the tail end of their conversation. "Because you're only into blondes, right?" Tommy grit his teeth. Had it been too much to hope for that Connor had forgotten their exchange back at the precinct the night they'd come back from the junk yard?

"Right," he darted a glance over at Lindy, but she was too busy being squeezed by George, her face pressed against his chest to comment. George was going on about how much he missed her now that they didn't see each other every day.

"Hey, handsome." Lindy peered through George's arms to see the girl who'd been openly staring at Tommy earlier now beside him, touching his bicep. George immediately released Lindy as if to show the woman that he wasn't with Lindy in any way. He made a sound between a sigh and a purr. The blonde winked at him, making George blush, before she turned back to Tommy. "How about you and me go dance?" Tommy darted his eyes between the blonde and Lindy, looking uncomfortable. Connor noticing this looked smug.

"I uh-," Tommy started.

"Oh, are you with her?" she tilted her head toward Lindy. The blonde was alert enough to know exactly what she was doing but had enough alcohol in her system that she might have a few regrets in the morning.

"No, but-"

"Then let's go dance." She pulled Tommy to his feet, somehow managing not to scratch him with one of her red painted nails that were sharpened to a point, and pushed him ahead of her toward the dance floor. She shot Lindy a challenging, triumphant look, behind Tommy's back and headed toward the dance floor clutching Tommy's arm with one of her taloned hands.

"What was that all about?" Lindy asked, smoothing down her hair George had messed up, eyeing the couple now on the dance floor. Connor and George exchanged a look before George answered. "She seems to think that you're together."

"Where would she get an idea like that?"

Connor having no interest in being a part of this conversation went off to find Sophia, while George sat in the stool Tommy had just vacated. "No idea," he said, with a knowing look that Lindy didn't really care for. "What?" she asked, feeling slightly annoyed.

"Nothing. Tell me, what's new with you? I haven't seen much of you since we're not working together right now. Do you have any idea how boring it is there without you? I actually have to work now. You have to go back before I actually lose my mind." He brought a hand on either side of his head, mimicking his head exploding.

Lindy rolled her eyes at him. "Don't worry. I'll be back in another week. Sophia's doing better, but I just found out some stuff about Sara and work right now would just be a distraction."

"What did you find out?" George asked, alert. She quickly told him about the tablet Jake had given her and what she had seen on it, leaving out the part of her meltdown.

"That's tough, Linds," he said when she'd finished. "I'm so sorry. I can only imagine what you're feeling." He gave her a big hug, when he released her he said, "But I think Tommy was right. There must have been a really bad reason Sara did what she did. She probably thought that whoever was after her would try to get to you to get to her, so to protect you she left and took herself off the radar so that you wouldn't be able to track her since she knows that you can hack and so that whoever was after her wouldn't be able to find her either. If anyone came to question you you'd only be able to tell them that she was kidnapped because that's what you thought." He paused. "It's actually kind of brilliant if you think about it. Her being able to stay off the grid this long…" he trailed off when he saw the look on Lindy's face, it was one full of sadness. "I'm sorry," he said, realizing how insensitive he sounded.

She shrugged. "I just wish I knew what it was that made her leave." She sighed, clearly frustrated. George decided to change the subject to get her mind off the matter, although he knew that with Lindy her sister was never off her mind for very long.

"So looks like you and Tommy are talking again."

"Yeah, we've been hanging out recently." Which was one way to put it. She looked out at the dance floor to see an uncomfortable looking Tommy shifting from foot to foot.

"It kind of looks like he has to go to the bathroom," George said, making Lindy laugh.

"Unfortunately, I think that's how he actually dances." The blonde was dancing in what Lindy could only guess was supposed to be a sexy way, but the woman was so drunk it just looked like she was just wiggling around to fix a wedgie. Lindy cringed internally at the sight the two made.

"So you've forgiven him for what he did?"

She nodded. "I have and he's starting to gain my trust back."

George smiled again in a way that made Lindy think that he wasn't telling her something. "What?" she asked, starting to feel irritated.

"Nothing. I'm just glad you guys are talking again. He's a great guy."

"Yeah," she said, remembering how the night before how he'd gone after her and stayed with her despite the rain. "He is."

She saw Tommy making his way back to them with a pained look on his face. "Hey, Tommy-boy, where's your new friend?" George asked, trying to keep a straight face.

"She's not my friend," he said automatically. "She had too much to drink. I'm pretty sure she ran to the bathroom. I don't think I'll be seeing her anymore tonight, at least not for a while."

"Are you sure she didn't run away because of your dancing?" George asked, deadpan. Tommy glared at him in a way that would wither flowers, making George laugh nervously. He got up and moved to Lindy's other side. "Help," he whispered to her.

Tommy sat back down at his spot and gulped back most of his drink, feeling it burn the whole way down, it tasted slightly more bitter than he remembered. "My dancing is fine." Lindy snorted. "Is it really that bad?" he asked her, surprised.

"Well…yeah, it is," she exchanged a look with George and he knew that some kind of unspoken communication had just passed through them. "C'mon, we're all gunna dance," she and George each took one of his arms propelling him toward the dance floor.

"No, no, no. I'm done dancing. I didn't even want to dance in the first place," he protested, but they just ignored him, continuing to propel him toward the mass of dancing bodies. He stumbled a little along the way, he frowned.

"You just have to move along to the music, let it take you." Lindy said, raising her voice to be heard over the pounding club music. She began to move in time to the music, her arms swirling over her head, her hips moving from side to side, it was hypnotic. George had somehow gotten another girl to dance with him, leaving him and Lindy to themselves. The multi-colored lights moving overhead lit up the dancers, they seemed to focus more on Lindy, making her look enchanting. The music seemed to be getting louder, the words of the song blurring together.

Tommy swayed from side to side letting the music take him like Lindy had said. He felt himself stumble a little, a bubble of laughter escaped him. Lindy looked at him sharply. "This is actually fun," he told her.

Lindy's face took on a look of concern. "Tommy, are you okay?"

"I've never been better." At least that's what he thought he said, his tongue felt kind of heavy.

"Tommy?" her voice sounded far away. That was weird had she moved away from him? He tried looking for her to reassure her that he was fine, but she was lost among the sea of people. His limbs felt heavy. The lights swirling above were making him dizzy, everything was turning into a blur, his vision going in and out. "Tommy!" her words sounded distorted, making him feel as if he were underwater. He felt a bolt of fear shoot through him, this wasn't normal, something was wrong. "Tommy!" he couldn't answer her to tell her to get help, that something was wrong with him.

Suddenly, he felt weightless, as if he were floating. The colorful lights above him were getting closer, turning into a blob. The darkness was creeping in on him from the sides. He tried to fight it, to bring himself back to the surface, but his lids felt heavy, he couldn't move.

"Tommy?" that was the last thing he heard before the darkness took him.