"Mac?" Danny asked, his voice shaking slightly, "Mac there's blood on our kitchen floor. Lindsay can't have gone out. She didn't take the diaper bag. She never goes ANYWHERE without the diaper bag. It's like her life support. An' there's blood on the kitchen floor," he repeated.

"How much blood?" Mac asked.

"Just a few drops," Danny said.

"It could have just been an accident," Mac reasoned.

"Mac have you seen our apartment? Lindsay is a neat freak. There is no way that she would have bled on the floor and then not cleaned it up. An' why isn't she here? The diaper bag is here!" he knew he was repeating himself, but he didn't care.

"I'll be over in a minute," Mac said.

Danny paced nervously until Mac arrived, along with Stella.

"Danny, sit down," Mac ordered. Danny reluctantly flopped into a chair. "We are going to find them," he told him sternly.

Tears blurred Danny's vision and he swallowed a lump of emotion that was clogging his throat. "She's already been through so much," he said quietly, "She doesn't deserve this. Neither does Sophie."

"I know," Stella said soothingly, "Nobody deserves this, not you or Lindsay or Sophia. But we are going to get through this, ok?"

Danny nodded. "Isn't there anythin' that we can be doin'?"

"We'll give her description to all local police officers," Mac said. He stood up and exited the room to do so.

Stella stayed with Danny, rubbing his back and telling him that everything was going to be ok. Danny tried more yoga breathing.

Mac came back a few minutes later. "I gave them all the information I could think of. Petite, light brown hair, brown eyes, probably with a baby."

Probably with a baby. Danny repeated those words in his head again and again. Probably. Not definitely or surely, but probably. He'd always hated the word. Danny was a black and white guy; there was no gray, no in between. Either the suspect was guilty or he wasn't, you're sorry or you're not. The word probably seemed like a death sentence. It meant doubt and not being positive. Now positive was a word he liked. But probably? No, that just wouldn't do. Probably meant that his baby girl might be hurt or even dead. Probably meant that Sophia might not be with her mother. Probably. Yoga breathing, Danny thought, Must do yoga breathing.

"Danny?" a familiar voice broke his concentration on the yoga breathing. He looked up to see his wife standing in the open doorway, a look of confusion on her face, a grocery bag hanging off of her arm, and Sophia in a stroller next to her. "What's going on? Why are the cops here?" she took a step closer, "Are you crying?"

Danny leapt up and in two large bounds he was in front of Lindsay and pulling her into his arms. He crushed her to him and held her so tightly that she could barely breath. Danny showered kisses all over the top of her head and her forehead and then pulled back a little so that he could kiss her mouth. "Where were you?" he asked, his tone almost harsh with concern.

Lindsay held up the grocery bag. "We were out of Band-Aids," she said slowly, pulling the box out of the bag. It was open, and an empty wrapper fluttered to the ground when she extracted it. Danny could see a bandage wrapped around one finger.

"Why is there blood on the kitchen floor?" he asked, not bothering to explain what exactly what was going on.

"I dropped a glass when I was unloading the dishes," she said, giving him a funny look, "I cut my finger. I thought I had cleaned up all the blood, but I guess I missed some."

"I guess you did!" Danny exploded. "Whose stroller is that?"

"It's Missy's. You know, our next-door neighbor? I didn't feel like carrying Soph, so I asked to borrow her stroller. Danny what is going on?" Lindsay seemed a little angry, which was understandable seeing as there were strange men in her house and her husband was interrogating her.

Danny glanced at Mac before telling her, "I think we should sit down."

"No, I'm fine," she said stubbornly. "Tell me what's going on."

"I'm not telling you until you sit down," he shot back.

"Ok, fine." Lindsay plucked a very well behaved Sophia out of the stroller, crossed the room and plunked down in Danny's favorite armchair. "I'm sitting."

Danny sat down across from her in the sofa, and waited for Mac and Stella to evacuate the room, taking Sophia along with them, so that he and Lindsay could talk in private. "Do ya remember a couple months ago when I worked on the Max Moreno case?"

"Yes." Lindsay said shortly, "What does that have to do with anything?"

"I'll explain, if you'll give me a chance," Danny said.

"Sorry."

"Ok, so after I convicted and arrested Max, I started getting all these notes and emails," he paused, "They were sorta like threats."

"'Sorta like threats?' Where they threats or not?"

"Yeah, they were threats. Mac an' I are pretty sure it's Clay Moreno, Max's brother. Anyway, we didn't think much of 'em, 'cause nothing ever happened. He had some plain-clothes cops watchin' us every now an' then in case anythin' fishy was goin' or somethin'. This morning I got a phone call from a guy who wouldn't tell me his name. He basically just said that you an' Fee weren't as safe as I thought you were an' hung up. So I called home to make sure you were ok, but you didn't answer. Then I called yer cell, but you didn't answer. An' then I called both again an' started to panic so Mac sent me over with some uniforms. We saw the blood on the floor and that Fee's diaper bag was still here and I freaked out an' called Mac. He came over with Stella an' gave yer description to the police. I'm pretty sure he's recantin' that right about now." His babbling came to and end and he looked up nervously at his wife.

"Is that it?" she asked.

"Is that it?!" he repeated in shock, "I'm pretty sure that's a lot! I mean, I already almost lost you once! I think that the idea that you could be hurt or in trouble is a lot for a guy to think about! An' to think that my baby girl might be hurt, too, well that's just a lot to process!"

"Danny," Lindsay said with a slight laugh, "I meant, 'Are you finished?'"

"Oh," he reddened slightly, "Yes, I'm finished."

"I'm really sorry," she said.

"It's not yer fault," he told her, "Just bad timin' I guess. I mean you left the house right after I got a phone call threatening yer life? Kinda a freaky coincidence, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Lindsay agreed. "And on top of that, I had my phone turned off and forgot the diaper bag."

Danny smiled. "Come here," Lindsay came over to him and sat on his lap. "I love you so much," he whispered fiercely, "You and Fee are my whole world"

"I think you told me that once before," Lindsay smiled. "Except minus the Sophie part. We didn't even know about her then."

"I remember that," Danny said placing a soft kiss on the tip of her nose.

"I love you more than anything," Lindsay said, snuggling closer, "Well Sophia's right up there with you, but you know what I mean."

Danny chuckled, "I know what you mean."

Lindsay closed her eyes and leaned her head against Danny's shoulder.

"Lindsay?" Danny said several minutes later.

"Hmm?"

"Thanks for teaching me your yoga breathing."

A/N The end? I can make more if you want, but I thought that would be a good place to end….tell me what you think.

xoxo

Lia