Lindsay shakily snapped pictures of a pretty young brunette lying dead with a kitchen knife plunged through her heart and an open eyed look of terror on her face.

"You ok?" Danny asked.

Lindsay nodded. She knelt down to get a closer shot of the knife protruding from the young girl's chest. When she stood back up a few minutes later Danny was no longer in the room. You're ok, she told herself, don't freak out! He just went into the other room! Flashes of her first meeting with Trent raced through her brain until she couldn't think any other logical thoughts. The camera slipped from her hands and onto the floor and her breathing became harsh and labored. "Danny!" she called out, placing a hand on the wall to steady herself.

When Danny heard the terror in her voice he realized his mistake and hurried back to Lindsay. He pulled her into his arms as she burst into tears. "I'm sorry, baby," he told her, "I shouldn't have left you."

"I kept seeing him," she whimpered, "he was in there with me and he was going to take me!"

"He's gone, Linds," Danny assured her gently. "He can't hurt you anymore. Nobody is going to hurt you." He held her tightly and stroked her hair lovingly. This was just as hard on Danny as it was on Lindsay. Seeing her in pain was one of the most terrible things he could experience.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled several minutes later. "This is stupid of me."

"No, it's not. You have every right to be upset."

She just sniffled and held onto Danny more tightly.

"Lindsay!" Mac caught up to her in the hallway.

She turned around. "Yeah, Mac?"

"Can we talk?"

"Sure"

"In my office?"

Lindsay looked at him suspiciously. "Ok," she agreed.

He led her down the hall to his office, ushered her inside and invited her to sit down. He sat opposite her, behind his desk and took a deep breath. "I don't quite know how to address this subject, Lindsay…."

"Just come right out and say it," Lindsay suggested bluntly.

"Ok," Mac still hesitated for a moment. "I think that you should go see a therapist."

"What?" Lindsay had braced herself for the worst, but this totally wasn't what she had been expecting.

"I think you need to talk to someone," Mac said meekly.

"I talk to plenty of people," Lindsay said sarcastically, "you, Stella, Danny, my mother, the guy who delivers my pizza - "

"Lindsay," Mac cut her off, his facial expression indicating that he did not appreciate her sarcasm.

"Sorry," she apologized.

"Danny agrees," Mac added quietly.

"Does he know?" Lindsay raised an eyebrow. "Then why is this the first I'm hearing about it?"

"Yes, he does agree. And he thought I should be the one to tell you."

"How convenient for him," she spat.

Mac ignored her and shifted uncomfortably. "He told me about what happened yesterday at the crime scene." Lindsay bit her lip and looked away. "And the nightmares." He finished.

"Well," Lindsay said briskly, standing up and heading towards the door. "I'll get right on that. I'll ask around and see which complete stranger is most recommended for me to bare my soul to." She ignored Mac as he began to protest and call her back. Without another word she left Mac's office and didn't look back.

"Are you mad at me?" Danny asked Lindsay alter that evening as she picked at her dinner without saying a word.

"Do you think I'm insane?" she asked.

"What? No." He said, slightly confused.

"Then how do you explain telling Mac that I need to see a therapist?" she asked getting up and taking her plate to the sink.

Danny sighed. "I think you need to talk about it." He said timidly in a very un-Danny fashion.

"Don't you think I've talked about it enough?" she angrily scraped spaghetti off of her plate. "Don't you think I'd like to just forget about it and move on?" tears pricked her eyes, causing Danny to feel immensely guilty. He longed to hold her in his arms, but didn't think that was the best idea at the moment.

"Sometimes to move on you have to talk about it," he said simply.

"So you're suggesting I spill my guts to a complete stranger? I thought I could talk to you, Danny!"

Danny flushed. "You can. I just thought you should talk to a professional."

"Oh, so my problems are too big for you to handle? Thanks, Danny, that means a lot to me," every word uttered was dripping with sarcasm.

"Lindsay, just listen. I love you, ok? And you're obviously hurting. It kills me to see you in pain, Linds. I just want you to be happy and to be able to forget all about this and move on."

This caused Lindsay to burst into tears and slide to the floor, further tearing Danny's heart in two. He crossed the kitchen, sat down next to her and cautiously put his arms around her, unsure if she'd allow it. She did, and rested her head against his strong chest. He pulled her onto his lap and pulled her closer, tears streaming down his cheeks as well.

A/N Lots o' tears in this chapter, eh? Yeah, so the verdict?? Review!

xoxo

Lia.