"You need a ring," Danny said suddenly several days later over breakfast.
"Huh?" Lindsay asked, still half asleep.
"A ring. An engagement ring. I did propose to you and you did say yes," he reminded her teasingly.
"Oh. A ring." She wasn't exactly sure what he expected her to say.
"What kind of ring do you want?" He asked.
"I don't care," a smile spread across her face, "surprise me."
"You want me to pick out the ring myself?" he asked.
"Yeah. Most guys pick one out before proposing, but seeing as your proposal was a spur of the moment thing, I guess you hadn't thought of that."
"Guess not." He paused. "You're serious? You're not gonna help me?"
"Nope." She smirked. "You're a big boy. You can figure it out yourself."
He rolled his eyes. "You like to keep me on my toes, don't you Montana?"
"I live for it." She glanced at her watch. "I've gotta go," she said ruefully.
"Your shift doesn't start for two hours," he told her, consulting his watch as well.
"I've got an appointment with a therapist today," she said, her voice and expression flat. "I'm really looking forward to it."
"Lindsay…."
"I know, I know. It'll be good for me. Everybody's been shoving that crap down my throat for the last week." She stood up and collected her purse and coat.
Danny followed her to the door. "Something you want?" Lindsay asked, a smirk on her face.
"Yep," he pushed her up against the door and kissed her senseless. "I love you," he said when the kiss was over.
"I love you too," she kissed him one more time, and headed out the door, "I'll see you in a few hours."
Lindsay hesitantly knocked on the door to the department therapist's office. Within a minute the door swung open. A tall, willowy woman stood there, a friendly smile plastered on her face. She stuck out her hand. "I'm Dr. Montgomery," she introduced herself. "You must be Detective Monroe."
"Yeah," Lindsay confirmed, following Dr. Montgomery into the office.
"Take a seat," the doctor invited.
"Thanks." Lindsay sat down uncomfortably in a squashy red armchair. Dr. Montgomery took a seat across from her.
"So, Detective, tell me a bit about yourself."
"Call me Lindsay," Lindsay said. The doctor nodded and then motioned for her to answer the question. "Um, what do you want to know?"
"Where are you from? You obviously aren't a native New Yorker."
"I'm from Bozeman, Montana," she explained, "I moved here about 2 years ago."
"And what do you do?"
"I'm a CSI," Lindsay told her.
"Tell me about your coworkers," Dr. Montgomery suggested.
Lindsay was confused. What did this have to do with her therapy? She asked Dr. Montgomery this.
"I just want to know a little bit about you," the doctor said.
"Fine. My boss is Mac Taylor. He's a nice guy, kind of uptight sometimes, though. Stella Bonasera is the only other female on the team, aside from lab techs and medical examiners. She's probably one of my best friends. Um, Don Flack is a detective. He's an easygoing guy, I guess. Easy to talk to. Sheldon Hawkes used to be a doctor, then he was a medical examiner, but now he works in the field. And then there's Danny," she paused, and couldn't help the slow smile that spread across her face.
"I presume that you and Danny are more than coworkers?" Dr. Montgomery asked, a smile on her face as well.
"Yeah. We're engaged."
"Congratulations!" the doctor exclaimed. "Tell me about him."
"Uh, I don't even know where to start. He's amazing. He's always there for me and I can tell him anything. He acts like he's all tough, but he's such a softie."
"Sounds like quite the character," Dr. Montgomery said.
"Yeah, he's great."
"Why don't you tell me about Trenton Sloane?" Dr. Montgomery asked.
Lindsay tensed up. She didn't want to talk about Trenton Sloane. You'd better get used to it, she told herself, he is the whole reason you're in therapy, after all. "He was a complete and utter scumbag," Lindsay said, "And that's being nice."
"I see," Dr. Montgomery said.
"No, you don't!" Lindsay wanted to shout, "You don't understand at all! You're just paid to said therapist like things like 'I see' and pick people's brains." But she didn't. Instead she went on. "He kidnapped me from a crime scene about a month ago. He held me captive for 6 days before I was forced to kill him."
"That sounds rough," the doctor said.
"Yeah. He raped me." She added, feeling it was necessary she told the doctor the whole story, although Lindsay was pretty sure Dr. Montgomery knew what had gone on.
"I'm sorry," Dr. Montgomery apologized, a kindly expression on her face.
"It's not you're fault," Lindsay said.
"Whose fault is it?" the doctor asked, startling Lindsay.
"Trent's," she said simply.
"Why were you alone at the crime scene? Don't you normally have a partner."
"Danny had gone back to the lab to process some evidence," Lindsay said, "But I don't blame him," she added, knowing that the doctor was going to ask her about that next.
"You don't?" she asked, just like Lindsay thought she would.
"No. It's not his fault. How was he supposed to know that a creep had been stalking me and was hanging around the crime scene?"
"He was stalking you?"
"Yeah, but I didn't know that until after he kidnapped me. I guess he was really good at being discreet."
"Kidnapping and killing women isn't exactly discreet, Lindsay."
Lindsay sighed. "His stalking stills were pretty good," she rephrased.
"I see."
"Do you have to say that all the time?" Lindsay blurted out, "It's kind of annoying."
Dr. Montgomery raised her eyebrows. " I think that's enough for today, Lindsay."
"You're kicking me out?"
"Yes. You're getting upset. That's not what I'm trying to accomplish, you know. I'm not trying to make you relive every terrible moment of when you were captive. I'm trying to gibe you closure. And I think that's all the questions you can handle for now."
"Ok." Lindsay got up and left without saying another word.
A/N Ok, forgive me. I have never been to a therapist. I have no idea what they would ask or say. I'm kinda making this up…. REVIEW!
xoxo
Lia