A.N. I own nothing. Except the stupid waitress.
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Lindsay watched in irritation as Danny smirked at the giggling waitress. She knew Jen was talking to her, but she couldn't concentrate with him sitting less than six feet away, flirting with a cocktail waitress in a glittery tube top.
"Do you think she inflates them every morning?" Angell asked casually.
Unable to pull her eyes away from the scene in front of her to glance at her friend, Lindsay tried in vain to force her gaze down to her beer. "It's definitely not natural."
"They defy gravity," Angell agreed, taking a swig of her beer. She waited a beat, then added, "If you don't want him flirting with her, you're gonna have to keep him occupied."
Rolling her eyes, Lindsay nodded. "So you've said. A dozen times." She sighed and finally managed to look at Jen. "It's just his way of interacting with women anyway," she tried to remind herself.
"Exactly. It doesn't mean anything. He's just bored. Keep him from getting bored, he won't chat with the waitress."
"I shouldn't have to distract him so he won't flirt with other women," Lindsay hissed under her breath. Flack was sitting right there, why wasn't the slutty waitress leaning over him, too?
Jen blinked at her. "But you just said…Nevermind. Technically, you won't date him so he can flirt with whoever he wants."
When Lindsay grimaced, Jen sighed. "Look, the man wants you. Just the way he looks at you makes anyone else in the room hot, so don't tell me you haven't noticed. Go over there and…" She paused and frowned. "Well, that's inconvenient."
Lindsay's head whirled back to the tableau, and she watched in horror as the waitress slipped Danny a piece of paper. Casually, he stuck it in his pocket and smiled at the girl as she walked away.
"Did you just see that?" Lindsay murmured.
"Unfortunately, yes." Lindsay felt her face crumple and squeezed her eyes shut. Angell's voice turned tough. "You are not going to cry, Monroe. Do you hear me? That didn't mean anything."
"How do you know that?" Lindsay wailed quietly, her eyes opening to lock on Jen's face.
There was a pause as Jen's expression shifted to amusement. "Because he just looked over here to see if you were watching."
Angell's smug tone had Lindsay staring at her in disbelief. "You're kidding."
"Nope," the detective crowed happily, keeping her eyes on Lindsay's face. "Apparently, he's not above trying to make you jealous."
"But that's…mean," Lindsay protested. "Danny's not mean."
"No, he's desperate. Besides, you're an easy target."
"Okay, now you're being mean." Going back to her beer, Lindsay started when Angell grabbed her knee under the table.
"He's going up to the bar. Follow him," Angell hissed, pushing Lindsay's shoulder.
"Are we in high school?" Lindsay asked grouchily, but slid from the booth anyway. Taking a deep breath, she found Danny's back in the group at the bar and started towards him.
Danny smiled as he felt Lindsay slide onto the stool next to him. "Montana."
"Messer," she replied, voice calm.
She'd definitely seen the whole thing. Still not looking at her, he placed one foot on the rail and leaned forward. "What can I do for ya?"
He knew he was being cruel, letting her think the waitress had any of his attention, but he was just so enjoying turning the tables. And she was so calm about it that he wanted to ruffle her feathers, maybe tempt her into doing something about it.
He was a Neanderthal, but he could live with that.
"Nothing," she replied smoothly. "Just want a drink."
"Better get comfortable," he told her. "It's gonna take awhile."
"So I see." Her head swiveled to follow the bartender as he passed by them again.
"Whatcha gettin?"
He wasn't sure why he asked; he just wanted to keep her talking. The plan seemed to backfire though, because she didn't answer for a long time. Finally, he looked over and found her gazing at him.
"What do you think I'm getting?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. Her eyes never left his as a small smile curled her lips.
He nearly sighed in defeat. Giving in—how could he resist when she was willingly flirting with him—he eased closer to her. "I don't know, Miss Monroe. You tend to surprise me."
Her smile spread and her eyes dropped to her lap. "Good," she said simply, eyes on her hands. "I wouldn't want to be predictable."
"No worries there," he assured her, his voice a low murmur.
Her eyes flicked up again to his and they stared for what felt like an eternity. Danny watched the confidence drain from her expression, and she nervously licked her lips.
Following her tongue's path, he knew his eyes were darkening. He felt himself lean infinitesimally closer, and he heard her breath catch. But, for once, she wasn't moving away.
Suddenly unsure, he stopped. He wasn't supposed to be seducing her, he reminded himself. She'd tell him when she was ready. Until then, he had to back it off or risk losing her and the ground they'd gained.
Too bad his body wasn't listening.
"What can I get you two?"
They jerked apart and turned to the bartender with warm faces. Danny recovered first and cleared his throat. "Two Red Tail ales and…" he trailed off, pointing to Lindsay.
"Shot of tequila," she told the bartender.
Danny blinked and turned back with a grim expression. "Make that two."
The bartender moved away, expression carefully neutral. Danny ran a hand through his hair as he willed his heart to stop racing in his chest.
"Are you going to call her?" Linsday asked, refusing to look at him.
Closing his eyes, Danny wished he'd played this entire night differently. "No."
"Okay."
"I gave the number to Flack," he said, as if this somehow excused it.
"Okay," she repeated and this time he managed to keep his mouth shut.
He opened his eyes as the bartender set two beers and two shots on the bar. Tossing down a couple bills, Danny turned to her as Lindsay picked up the shaker. The gleam was back, the one that warned him she was feeling feisty.
She kept her eyes on his as she licked her hand and shook salt onto the wet spot. He swallowed convulsively, eyes locked on her mouth as she handed him the salt. He mirrored her movements, and when her eyes darkened and dilated, he almost tossed the shaker aside to take her there in the bar.
Ironic how he'd fallen for the one woman who could destroy the control he prided himself on.
They both lifted the shot glasses and, smoldering gazes fixed on each other, licked their hands again before downing the burning liquid. Danny watched as she sucked a lime between her lips and dropped it in her glass.
Picking up another one, she offered it to him, but he just shook his head. A slow smile spread across his face as redness crept up her neck to her cheeks. Sliding off the stool, she backed a few inches away from the bar.
"Jen's waiting," she murmured, glancing at him and then away. "I should get back."
"Montana."
She paused, turned half away from him, and tilted her head to the side questioningly. He smiled seductively and leaned towards her. "Anytime you wanna do shots, you just let me know."
Hearing her breath catch, he felt triumphant until she lowered her head and glanced at him from under her lashes. "Ditto."
Then she turned and walked away, leaving him with his stomach tied in knots and his hands clenched around beer bottles.
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"Bernie's?" she asked, pointing at the pizza box. She let Danny nudge her aside and move through her apartment to the living room.
She'd been hoping he'd show up tonight. It had been a long week and she really needed this.
"Nope. Pizza Upon Hudson."
She watched as he slid the box onto the table and pulled out a DVD. Hoosiers, The Good, the Bad and the Ugly and now…was that Fantastic Four?
"No. No way am I watching that," she told him almost angrily, pointing at the plastic box in his hand.
He glanced down at the offending object and frowned. "What's wrong with Fantastic Four?"
"It was worse than XMen three, that's what's wrong with it. Besides," she said, her hands finding her hips. "It's my turn to pick."
"Whoa, who said anything about taking turns?" he asked, tossing the DVD onto the couch and crossing his arms over his chest.
"You've shown up here three times with your movies. It's time for my movies."
He glared at her. "No chick flicks."
"Fine, no chick flicks," she agreed, dropping her arms and moving to the bookshelf. She immediately pulled out a DVD and popped it open. "Paper towels are in the kitchen."
She heard the sound of denim against denim as he started towards the kitchen. She wondered if she'd ever noticed the sounds a man made when he moved before; she was so hypersensitive with Danny. Just having him look at her made her feel like she was melting. Sometimes she was sure that if he touched her, she'd explode.
After several drinks a couple of nights before, Lindsay had asked Jen if she thought that was possible. Jen had been unable to answer, she was laughing so hard.
She knew where he was with every moment, as if she could feel the air he displaced when he moved. So, when she turned around to find him sitting in a corner of her couch, she wasn't surprised. But the sight of him setting a folded napkin on the table for her made her chest warm.
Usually, they sat on opposite ends of the couch, each with their own corner, as if a barrier had been placed in the middle of the couch. This time, she plopped herself down on the middle cushion, little more than a foot away from him. He didn't say anything as he flipped back the top of the pizza box, but she knew he'd noticed the change.
"What are we watching?" he asked, handing her a slice.
"Boondock Saints."
"Boondock Saints," he repeated, pausing in his quest for a slice of his own.
"Yeah." Taking a bite, she suppressed the moan of satisfaction. The man really did know his pizza places. "Is that a problem?"
He raised an eyebrow at her but didn't answer. She couldn't figure out what he was thinking. His face was so impassive it made her nervous.
"What? You'd prefer The Godfather?" she asked dryly, trying to joke her way out of the situation.
"They're vigilantes. I do not, for one second, believe you condone that kind of behavior," he said, pointing at the opening sequence playing on her tv.
"Just because I like the movie doesn't mean I condone their behavior. It's an interesting morality question. How far is too far?"
"They're vigilantes," he repeated, his voice growing louder.
Picking up the other DVD from her coffee table, she shook the box at him. "So are the Fantastic Four." When he scoffed, her eyes narrowed in annoyance. "They're the definition of vigilantes, Danny."
"They don't kill people, Lindsay."
The use of her given name was the final clue. "Why are you so upset by this?"
"I'm not upset," he snapped, closing the lid to the pizza with a bit more force than usual. "I just don't see how you could enjoy this sort of thing."
She studied him for a moment before reaching over to press pause on the remote. "I don't."
He shook his head and took a bite of his pizza. "We'll watch something else," she murmured, knowing she wouldn't get anything else out of him.
He started to speak, but she just smiled gently and stood to go to her bookcase. "How about XMen since you're in a comic book mood?"
"I never read comic books," he said defensively. The edge was still in his voice, but she ignored it.
"Of course you didn't," she agreed soothingly. "Only a nerd would read comic books."
She heard him choke slightly and smiled triumphantly at the row of movie spines. Sliding the new DVD out of the pack, she opened the player and switched the disks.
It wasn't until four slices of pizza later that Rogue climbed into Wolverine's car and Danny finally relaxed beside her.
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"He freaked out?" Angell whispered, leaning closer to her.
"Yeah, it was weird," Lindsay muttered, stirring her coffee. "I mean, I've seen him upset before, but…this was different."
"What do you mean?"
Lindsay bit her lip and tried to straighten it out in her mind. "I've seen him mad. Hell, he's been mad at me and made it known quite loudly, I assure you. This…" She paused. "He wasn't angry. It was more like…It felt like he was panicking."
Jen blinked at her. "Panicking? Over a movie?"
"Oh, it definitely wasn't about the movie. It was about the fact that I'd chosen the movie," Lindsay told her. "I just can't figure out why."
Glancing around the coffee shop—chosen for this conversation by the fact that it was six blocks away from the precinct and, therefore, too far for most cops to frequent—Jen leaned back in her seat and frowned. "I don't get it. Why do you think that's what freaked him out?"
"It was the way he said it," Lindsay explained. "He told me that he didn't think I'd enjoy that sort of thing."
"What sort of thing?" Jen asked, raising her coffee to her lips.
"I think he meant the violence. The killing. And he's right, I don't. I hate it. I mean, after what happened…" She stopped and bit her lip.
Freezing, Jen stared at her. The look on her face told Lindsay that a light bulb had gone off in Jen's mind and she wondered how much Jen had guessed already. "What happened?" Jen repeated questioningly.
"That's another story. A long one. I'll tell you some time, but not today, okay?" Lindsay controlled a wince at the vulnerable note in her voice.
"All right. So, you hate violence," Jen prompted, rerouting the conversation.
"I just…I really do like the moral question it poses. It's a good movie. I usually fast forward through the shootings," Lindsay muttered, her eyes glued to the table. "But I thought that Danny would like it. He's a guy. Don't guys like that sort of thing?"
Jen shrugged. "Most of 'em."
The women were silent for a few minutes, sipping their coffee contemplatively. Lindsay could feel Jen eyeing her and waited for the other woman to speak.
"Do you think it could have something to do with his family?"
Lowering her eyes to the table to hide the fact that she had, Lindsay swallowed. "I don't know."
"You've heard the rumors, though, right?" Jen asked hesitantly.
"I've heard them." Lindsay glanced up as someone came in the coffee shop and watched the man move towards the counter. Only once he started ordering did her eyes swing back to Jen's.
"Maybe he doesn't like movies about the mafia."
Nodding, Lindsay glanced at the rapidly cooling coffee in her cup and sighed. It was entirely unappealing. Leaning back, she tossed it in the trash behind her and ran a hand through her curls.
"I have no idea what to think."
"Did you ask him about it?"
"Danny doesn't respond well to questions," Lindsay said wryly. "Not when he's upset about something. I mean, in general, he'll answer anything. But when he's upset, it's like trying to interrogate a brick wall."
"Good luck with that then," Jen told her, draining her own cup. Glancing at her watch, she pushed back her chair and Lindsay followed suit. "You working with him today?"
"No. He's going to be out in the field most of the day."
"Good. You get to refine your questioning strategy then."
Lindsay pulled a face. "I feel weird planning an ambush on Danny."
Shoving her hands in her pockets, Jen shrugged complacently. "The way I see it, you have two options. Either talk to him about it and be uncomfortable doing it, but make some progress. Or try to ignore it and have it hanging over your head."
Lindsay sighed as they walked down the sidewalk. After a minute of companionable silence, Jen added, "And look how well that last one's been working for you so far."
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Danny wiped his forehead with the back of his wrist. What were the odds of a bullet killing a thermostat? The DB probably wouldn't appreciate the joke, but, then, neither did Danny.
"Goddamn," he muttered, starting to unbutton his work shirt. He definitely needed a shower.
The door swung open behind him and he knew without looking it was Lindsay. Of course it was Lindsay. She would, of course, show up when he stank to high heaven. But she didn't seem to notice as she walked up to him.
"What are you doing tonight?" she asked.
"Hey. How's it going?" he said, lightly mocking her. She smiled nervously and tucked a curl behind her ear. He frowned and finally answered her question. "Uh, tonight. Nothing. Why?"
"I want to talk to you."
She wouldn't quite meet his eyes and he stifled a groan. "About last night," he said tonelessly, looking away.
"I don't really want to talk about it," he told her, rubbing his forehead.
"Danny—"
"One day, I'll tell you all about it, Montana, but not today, all right? It's long, it's complicated…"
"It has to do with your family?" she finished gently.
He winced, quickly covering by turning and finishing with his shirt. Taking it off, he swallowed and shrugged.
"All right." She paused for a moment then she folded her arms across her chest. "I demand a do-over."
"A…what?" he questioned, staring at her as he reached for the hem of his undershirt.
"A do-over. You vetoed my movie. Therefore, I get to pick again."
He frowned at her, dropping the hem so he could mirror her combative stance. "How does that work? You picked XMen."
"Because you wanted to watch it," she argued, as if it all made perfect sense. While he floundered for an answer, she calmly continued. "Tonight, we're watching my pick. No chick flicks, I promise."
He eyed her. "What's the catch?"
His heart felt a bit funny when she smiled widely at him. "You bring the pizza. And it better be Bernie's."
"Deal," he murmured, his shoulders loosening. He couldn't help the goofy smile that spread across his face as she swung back out of the locker room.
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"Are you sure?" Angell asked. "You're sure it's Romero's print on the murder weapon?"
It had been an exhausting case; even Lindsay was feeling a bit ragged after the last couple of days. But the look on Jen's face was more heartbroken than tired and Lindsay was a little worried.
"Fingerprints don't lie," Lindsay reminded her. "Should we go pick him up?"
"Yeah. I'll call Hawkes, tell him to meet us there." Angell pulled out her phone and dialed, stepping a few paces away.
Lindsay eyed her friend's back as she stripped off her gloves and lab coat, listening as Jen gave Hawkes the address. Patiently, Lindsay waited until they'd left the lab, taken the elevator down to the garage and were safely ensconced in the car before she asked the question.
"What's wrong?"
Running a rough hand through her hair, Angell slid the phone back in her pocket. "I pulled Romero in for questioning two years ago on a drug case that fell through."
Lindsay winced as she pulled out of the garage. "Why didn't it stick?"
"We didn't get anything," Angell admitted, staring out the window. "We knew he'd been selling the drugs, even had a witness who was willing to testify, but he still got off because we couldn't find the evidence."
"Jen, if the evidence wasn't there—"
"If I'd just looked harder. It had to have been there, Linds. The guy is dirty. There had to have been something."
"This isn't your fault," Lindsay told her firmly. "There was nothing you could do back then."
"Yeah," Jen muttered, turning back to the window and falling silent.
Helpless, Lindsay bit her lip and concentrated on getting them through New York's traffic in one piece. When they pulled up in front of Romero's crappy building, Jen opened her door and climbed out.
Slamming her own door shut and joining Angell on the sidewalk, Lindsay cleared her throat. "Jen, we need to wait for Hawkes."
Angell ignored her and took the front steps two at a time. Groaning, Lindsay followed her just in time to catch the door before it clicked shut. Jen didn't say another word until they were standing outside Vincent Romero's door.
"NYPD," she called loudly through the wood. "Open up."
The lock clicked and the door swung open. A man who'd obviously been handsome at one point in his life before the meth had taken him hostage, stood in the open doorway, his eyes shifting restlessly. "Whaddya want?"
"We need to talk to you. Can we come in?" Angell asked sweetly, pushing him out of the way.
He glared down at Lindsay as she passed, but the anxiety in his eyes wasn't from their presence. He was so strung out, he probably didn't even know what was going on.
Lindsay stifled a sigh and tried to get Jen's attention. The other detective was herding Romero back into the living room, putting herself between him and the door. Stepping up next to her, Lindsay felt a sense of dread filling her.
"Where were you last night, Vincent?" Angell asked, her words rough as she crossed her arms over her chest.
Where was Hawkes? He was always such a calming influence.
"Don't know what you're talking about," the junkie told her, eyes darting towards the windows.
Lindsay knew she'd been somewhat sheltered in the lab in Montana, and she'd never had to deal with a junkie on a case before. Instinctive fear coursed through her veins, making her adrenaline pump and her palms sweat. Abruptly, she wished she'd brought Danny with them. Somehow, she was sure he would have known what to do.
"Really? Cuz your fingerprint on the candlestick that killed Gloria Bryce tells us you know exactly what we're talking about."
"Didn't do nothing," he muttered, his body taking on a fine trembling.
Lindsay watched a bead of sweat roll down his temple. "Jen," she murmured, eyes locked on the man across the room.
"Come on, Vincent. We know better than that," Angell sneered, dropping her arms to rest a hand on her hip.
It happened very fast after that. From thin air, a gun appeared in Vincent's hand and he was shouting things, strange things that didn't make any sense.
Lindsay felt her body freeze and time seemed to slow for a second as Jen moved her hands upward and away from her gun. "Vincent, you might want to put that away."
"You're not taking me to them!"
"Put it away, and we'll forget it happened," Jen said soothingly, reaching a hand forward.
"No! They're everywhere! And you're…" His eyes widened until Lindsay could swear she saw the curve of his eyeball. "You're one of them," he finished in a whisper.
Maybe she'd been wrong about the meth. Maybe he was just crazy.
"I need it," he said. When they didn't move, he shrieked, "Give it to me!"
"I don't have any," Jen told him, hands still in the air.
"You're lying. Everybody lies," he whimpered, the gun shaking as he trembled.
That's when they heard Hawkes's voice in the hallway, speaking on the phone to someone. Panic spread across Romero's already terrified expression, and Lindsay felt her muscles clench with horror as the finger on the trigger tightened. She acted without thinking.
Shoving roughly to the right, she pushed Jen out of the way as the gun went off in his hand. Even though she'd been prepared for it, the searing pain in her side caught her by surprise as she went down.
The only thought that registered as she hit the floor was that being shot was more painful than she remembered. She could see the floor rushing up to meet her but couldn't pinpoint the exact moment she hit it. The white-hot heat in her stomach eclipsed anything else she might have felt from the harsh landing.
Strangely detached from the situation, she told herself she should be grateful for small blessings.
When the buzzing in her ears faded a bit, she heard Hawkes shouting and Angell had her gun out, she could see in glimpses. But she couldn't quite move her head, so she let her eyes fall shut. Everything was confused, nothing more than a blur of noise.
"Officer down. Repeat officer down."
She heard Angell say something about a second GSW, but she wasn't paying much attention anymore. The pain had subsided and she was concentrating on the bone-chilling cold radiating out from her spine.
"Lindsay," she heard.
Forcing her eyes open, she saw Angell hovering over her. "Hawkes said you need to keep your eyes open."
She could see Angell's hand stroking her head and knew it should bother her that she couldn't feel it. But, frankly, it didn't, so she ignored the voice telling her it should.
Time seemed to go by very slowly after that. Each blink felt like a hundred minutes, and Jen just kept repeating, "Don't close your eyes."
When the men arrived, Lindsay regarded them languidly from her position on the floor. One of them pushed Jen out of the way and Lindsay frowned inwardly. Saying something to the men, Jen held up two bright red bundles, but she was too far away now, and Lindsay couldn't hear anything.
Suddenly, they were moving her, a rushing filled her ears, she felt one moment of jarring pain and then nothing at all.
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Disclaimer: No, Lindsay is not channeling Marissa from The OC. She will not become a Tragedy Magnet.
qt4good: Danny is a brave man. I'm pretty sure he realized that he could have lost her during that confession due to her intimacy issues alone. Also, Lindsay and Jen have a very nice little bond going on; I don't think much would keep them apart at this point, and it's a conscious decision on their parts not to let these things bother them. It has to be said: Freaking Emery. What a jerk.
Tenley: I think that confession brought Lindsay to a deeper…not really understanding but more of an acceptance about her relationship with Danny. At the end there, she obviously didn't want him to leave. Once again, freaking Emery. Though maybe Danny should be thanking him, since it was Lindsay telling him off that spurred Danny into action.
mercy4vr: I think my Angell is, not completely only mostly, OOC, but I've come to terms with that. I've even found a bit of peace. (I don't really like the character on the show…but that might have had something to do with certain spoilers while she was on…)
danaa: Thanks for reviewing! I'm glad you're enjoying the story and I hope you decide to keep reading! Yes, jealous Danny is uber adorable. But then again, so are most of Danny's incarnations. :-p
specialfrog: I've got plans for Angell, don't you worry. I think I'm going to work in another story arc for her based on a little oneshot I wrote awhile back. Lindsay does feed off Danny, I think you're right on there. With this little twist, we'll have to see where that puts them.
Lauren: Poor Danny. He takes action, they make progress and then Lindsay jumps in front of a bullet to save Jen. But don't worry, I know I've said this before but, the story's only half done!
Wentzy: This one really was a cliffhanger. :-p Well, kinda anyway. I hope you're still liking the story!
hurricanrosie: I think they're going crazy, too, which might explain Lindsay jumping in front of a bullet. No, no, jk. But the sexual tension is obviously getting to them if that bar scene is any indication.
messermonroe: Didn't mean to make you squirm with the castration reference. :-p Sorry. I think I will include the plot from the one shot about Angell, so let the pushing begin! Well, soon anyway. And, prepare yourself, because I have so many ideas running around in my head that this story might end up verging on the epic, length-wise.
Kavi Leighanna: I love Angell's role, too. I know I've said that before, but I really do love her character. She's exactly what serious Lindsay needs as a wake up call. And Lindsay seems to be listening, which is good. Danny making all of the effort is not going to continue, though. I don't think I could forgive Lindsay if she forced him into that position.
chili-peppers: Jealous Danny is as sexy as angry Danny, which might be because jealousy makes him angry. Hmm…something to ponder…Lindsay definitely has the better shut downs for men. Sigh. I wish I was her level of cool.
guitar73girl: Oh, Danny definitely deserves his girl. And he will get her! She just…has to get out of the hospital bed first. Sorry. More D/L goodness is on the horizon!
The Little Corinthian: As I told chili-peppers, I wish I was Lindsay's level of cool. She inspires the greatest lines while cutting men off at the knees. I'm so glad you mentioned there's a new episode next week. I had no idea! I'm not watching the reruns since I own the box sets, so I missed the preview. Dagnabbit!
oddie33325: They will be getting even cuter as time goes on. I've written the first scene after Lindsay wakes up already and there's this really sweet D/L moment. More D/L soon!
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A.N. Lindsay will be out of the hospital soon. It is not the purpose of this incident to draw out the story ad infinitum, don't worry.