Watch yourself. Don't think that you're getting away with this, because your not. I'm going to get you someday, just you watch.
He sighed and filed the note away in a special folder he'd made for himself labeled "Threats." The folder was filled with notes and emails that he'd accumulated over the last few months. He and Mac were pretty sure that the sender of these notes was Clay Moreno, brother to Max Moreno, a serial killer who'd been caught and put in jail just before the threats started. Danny had been the one to catch and arrest Max, giving Clay a motive. There was no way to prove that Clay was the one making the threats, however, causing much frustration to both Danny and Mac. Lindsay didn't know anything about the notes. Mac had tried to persuade Danny to tell her, but Danny refused, arguing that she and Sophia were safer if Lindsay remained oblivious.
Danny got up and went down the hall to Mac's office. "Mac, I got another one," he informed him, waving the manila folder in the air.
Mac sighed. "Is there anything in it that can be used to prove it's Clay?" he asked, massaging his temples.
"Nah," Danny replied, "Basically the same thing. 'I'm gonna get you someday, watch yourself,' that kinda crap."
"Ok, Danny," Mac said apologetically, "I'm sorry there isn't anything else we can do."
"It's not your fault," Danny said, "And it's not like I'm actually in danger or anythin'. Clay's just tryin' ta get some revenge or somethin'."
"Tell me if you get anything else," Mac requested.
"Sure thing, Mac."
When Danny entered the apartment that night, Lindsay automatically knew something was wrong. She approached him and gave him a hug. "What's wrong?" she asked, kissing him gently on the lips.
"Oh, it's nothing, Linds. Just a long day." He tried to sound as convincing as possible.
She raised her eyebrow. "I know you better than that, Danny, and you know it. Now tell me what's wrong."
"It's nothing, Montana. Don't worry about me." He replied somewhat irritably.
"Danny, I do worry about you. You've seemed really stressed recently."
"It's just the job," he insisted.
"The job never used to make you this upset."
"I'm not upset, Lindsay," he said through clenched teeth, "Just lay off, ok?"
The hurt was visible in his wife's eyes. Sophia began crying from her crib just then and Lindsay took it as a perfect moment to excuse herself. "I'd better go check on her," she said almost inaudibly and left.
Danny sighed as he flopped into his favorite armchair. He hated lying to her and keeping things from her, but he didn't want to frighten her either. It was very possible that Clay would never do anything to harm anyone, so he didn't want to alarm Lindsay if there was nothing to be scared of. Mac's voice telling him to tell her about the threats rang in his head, but he pushed it away, not wanting to think about it.
Danny and Lindsay kept their distance for the rest of the evening. They prepared and ate dinner in silence and didn't say a word to each other when getting Sophia ready for bed. They both hated it, but were equally stubborn in the fact that they didn't want to be the one to cave first.
It wasn't until they were getting ready for bed that they broke. "This is stupid," Lindsay told him.
"Yeah," Danny agreed.
"I hate fighting."
"Me too."
"Then why are we?" Lindsay asked.
"I don't know."
"Let's stop."
"Ok."
"Good." Lindsay pulled back the covers and slid into bed. Danny did the same and pulled her closer.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you, too." She told him.
He kissed her urgently, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her flush against his chest. His hands traveled her body and his tongue requested entrance into her mouth. She complied and tangled her hands in his short hair. Danny rolled over so that he was on top of her. Lindsay had relieved Danny of his shirt and was working on his tank top when his cell phone began to buzz. "Are you on call?" she asked with a pout.
"Yeah," he said ruefully, sitting up so that he was straddling her and reaching over for his phone. "Messer," he answered shortly, the annoyance evident in his voice, "Yeah, Mac, I'll be right there." He hung up. "I hafta go."
"No," she stuck out her lower lip in a way that was so irresistibly cute and sexy at the same time that the thought of not going to work flitted momentarily through Danny's mind. Instead he settled for gently nibbling on her protruding lip and kissing her one more time before getting up to redress. "Please don't go," she begged.
"Duty calls, baby, I have to." He kissed her one last time.
"I know," she sighed, "I love you."
"I love you, too," he kissed her for what was seriously the last time. "I'm gonna miss you like crazy!"
"You'll only be gone a few hours." She reasoned.
"I know. I'll still miss you."
"Just go," she ordered, "the sooner you leave the sooner you can come home and we can pick up where we left off."
Danny thought about that for about half a second and bolted out the door.
A/N Had to add a little bit of fluff there at the end. Its what i like best! lol...and its about to get a bit angsty so ...be warned.
xoxo
Lia