Lindsay was half way through her final week in New Jersey and part of her couldn't wait to get home. It was the part of her that missed the team, the New York atmosphere and one particularly cocky detective. The other part of her was more nervous. After the way things had turned out at the cabin she was growing less sure that they would be able to make their relationship work. What if she could never sleep with him again? Sure, they had fun dating but sex had always been a big part of their relationship.

She had been in touch with him since their weekend away and she knew he was dying to see her. From her e-mails with Stella she had found out that he was back to his old, slightly arrogant, charming self since their trip. She had finally made it back to her hotel room after a double shift and landed in a heap on the bed. The sound of her cell phone ringing caused her to let out a string of profanities and reach for her purse.

"Hello," she said, voice clouded with weariness.

"Lindsay, dear it's Francesca here. I just wanted to know how you're doing"

Lindsay's face visibly brightened at the sound of the older woman's voice.

"Hi Mrs Messer, I'm fine thanks. Looking forward to getting back to New York though"

"Yes I imagine you are," she said with a hint of a smirk in her voice. "My idiot son informs me that you have decided to give him another chance. And I have told you repeatedly to call me Francesca"

"Sorry, Francesca. Yes, Danny and I are giving things another shot. I figure with the circumstances and all"

"You don't need to explain to me sweetie, I was on your side"

Lindsay laughed lightly, knowing that Danny would not be at all surprised by this.

"I would like the two of you to come to dinner when you get back to the city"

"Of course, that would be lovely. I'll get a copy of my shift schedule next week and we can work out a date from there"

"Sounds wonderful. I'm so glad you took him back Lindsay, he wasn't holding up without you. I have my son back"

Lindsay bit back tears. She was feeling guilty about the doubts plaguing her. She could share anything with Francesca she knew, but not this. How could you tell a woman that it may not work out because you're having problems screwing her son?

"He'll probably be in need of a proper meal by then anyway. I imagine he and flack are living off take out!" Lindsay tried to lighten the mood.

"No reason why they should be honey, I filled their freezer last week. They both have very physical jobs, they need plenty of carbs. I made them Lasagne, Canaloni and a dozen other of his favourites"

"Are you sure you didn't use the food as an excuse to check up on the living conditions?" Lindsay asked with a smirk.

"Of course I did," Francesca laughed. "I shouldn't have worried though, the place looked clean enough and there was very little alcohol lying around. I also happened to meet Don's girlfriend while I was there. She was not what I was expecting. I've known that boy for a long time and only ever seen him with, well you know the type"

"Wait, Don has a girlfriend?" Lindsay's interest was piqued. "Danny never mentioned it, and she's not even a little trampy"

"No, seemed very sweet actually. Jess something"

"Get out of here," Lindsay squealed excitedly. "Don is dating Jess?"

"You know her?"

"She works with Don, she's a detective. Oh my god, I can't believe I missed this. I can't wait to get home!"

Danny came home in a bad mood. His shift had been a nightmare, he'd ripped a pair of his favourite jeans chasing a suspect and had to do overtime in the lab. All he wanted was to drive to New Jersey to see his girlfriend but he didn't think that would be the best idea right now. He had been getting the impression lately that she was still unsure. They could work on that but not while he was in this mood.

He grabbed a beer from the fridge and put some of his mother's Lasagne in the oven. He wanted to unwind and he had two of the ingredients for that here. Food and Beer. The third ingredient was missing however and he was on edge. He was more than happy to wait until Lindsay was ready, to give her all the time she needed as long as she stayed with him. That didn't mean it wasn't frustrating for him, especially when his room mate was getting it regularly. He was thrilled for Don and Jess and hoped they would be happy. He just wished they would do it a little quieter.

He ate his dinner and drank his beer in front of Sports Centre, finally starting to relax. His phone rang and he smiled when he read the caller ID.

"Good evening Miss Monroe," she could hear him smirk.

"How could you fail to tell me abut Don and Jess?" Lindsay asked with a pout in her voice.

"What? I just didn't think...I mean"

"Danny, I haven't seen anyone in weeks and I'm completely out of the loop. It's your job to make sure I'm kept informed"

He laughed lightly.

"Sorry honey, I didn't realise it was part of my job description. I will do my absolute best to make sure you don't miss any more gossip"

"It's not gossip," she replied indignantly. "It's news"

"Sorry, you're absolutely right. Hey, didn't you just come off a double? You must be exhausted"

"I am but your mum called and filled me in. Anyway, tell me about your day." She asked, closing her eyes and lying back down on the hotel bed.

"Well it started badly, I was late because of the subway..."

As Danny continued filling her in she smiled sleepily and started to doze. She could listen to his voice forever. As sleep took over and the phone dropped from her hand the only thought she had was, "Doubts...what doubts"

"Linds?...Lindsay?...Montana?"