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Chapter 4

I allowed Danny to guide me to the elevator and down to the parking structure. He unlocked the passenger side door, opened it, and then jogged around to the opposite side of the truck.

"So where are we going?" I asked as I fastened my seat belt.

"No where in particular," Danny answered as he got in, fastened his belt, and started the engine.

I settled into the seat as we started to move. There was silence between us, but it was a comfortable silence. If it were anyone else, I get the feeling that it would be uncomfortable but with Danny it was just different. There were no need for words; it was like we had known each other our entire lives. Maybe it was just me, but I was starting to wonder if he felt it too. More importantly, I was allowing myself to explore those feeling internally.

"You're awfully quiet there Montana." Danny said, glancing over at me, "Whatcha thinking?"

"Nothing major," I stated, "just life and how it's both funny and cruel at the same time."

"Haven't I told you before," he chuckled softly, "no thoughts that deep until after we've eaten."

"Haha, very funny." I was chuckling at the inside joke. It started sometime during our case in the NBC studios where they film Saturday Night Live. Danny and Flack had found some of the old Jack Handy "Deep Thoughts" cards.

We lulled back into silence and soon were pulling into a parking lot to what looked like a little family owned restaurant.

"This looks like a nice place, Danny." I said as I got out of his truck.

"Yeah, they've got great food and good service." Danny said as he opened the front door for me.

"Ever the gentleman, Messer?" I said, cocking an eyebrow at him, "Thank you."

Shrugging his shoulders, he answered the hostess' question and placed his hand on my back, allowing me to precede him in following her to our booth. After she had taken our drink orders, had given us menus and the specials, she left us to peruse the selections. My back was once again missing the warmth that his hand had provided.

"I'm thinking having meatloaf." Danny said from behind his menu, "What about you?"

"I don't know." I answered honestly; my stomach wasn't exactly enthused with my choice to eat. "Is there anything that you'd recommend?"

"You could always try the chicken pot pie, it's homemade here." Danny said, looking over his menu you at me. There was a look on his face, but I wasn't sure what it was.

"That sounds good." I said, putting my menu down, "I haven't had a good chicken pot pie in a long time."

Our waitress came with our drinks, and took our orders. She kept smiling at Danny and it irritated me, but I let it go. He wasn't mine; I had no claims on him. While she flirted with Danny I let my mind wander.

I was back at the scene. There is blood everywhere, and I feel helpless. I look in the broken mirror as I walk through the chaos. I don't see myself reflected but that of a little girl.

"Lindsay."

I hear my name called, but I don't see anyone around me.

"Lindsay."

There's my name again. Who keeps calling me?

"Lindsay!"

I feel a hand on my arm, gentle shaking me. I scream, and suddenly I see Danny across from me once again. I'm at the restaurant, there's no blood, no broken mirror. What is going on with me?

"You ok?" Danny asked, "You're really pale. What's going on Lindsay?"

"Yeah," I hesitated, and looked anywhere I could but in his eyes, "I'm fine…just fine."

Danny reached across the table and took my hand, a move that unsettled me more that knowing that I just made a scene in public.

"Lindsay, you are not ok." Danny said softly, forcing me to look at him with his other hand, "You ran from a scene, and you've barely said two words to anyone since we got back. What's going on?"

"Danny," I said, tears brimming in my eyes, "I don't know."