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Chapter 13
"Lindsay," Danny said, as he helped load the dirty dishes into the dishwasher, "That lasagna was absolutely incredible."
"Thanks." I blushed slightly, "You did pretty good yourself on the garlic bread. I've only ever had it out of the box; homemade is definitely better."
"So what's next?" He asked as the last dish was put in, "We've done the zoo, dinner; so what do we want to do now?"
He flashed me that grin that makes me feel like I could agree to anything.
"I don't know," I said, "I picked the zoo and we were both hungry, so I would say that makes it your turn to choose, doesn't it?"
We were slowly making our way back to the living room.
"How about," Danny pinned me to the wall, "we continue where we left off before dinner?"
Our lips met, crushing together as if there were a magnet drawing us together. It was as if all the oxygen had been sucked from the room; he needed me just as much as I needed him. My lungs burned, but I refused to concede; I didn't want to let Danny go, didn't want it to stop. Slowly, however, I felt Danny pull back.
"Wow." He whispered softly.
The phone rang. Whoever this was, their timing stinks I thought. Glancing at the caller id, I picked up the handset and pulled Danny with me to the couch.
"Hi Gran." I answered cheerfully, trying not to sound out of breath, "I'm good. How are you today?"
I honestly tried to give Gran my full attention, but it was extremely difficult with Danny nibbling at my ear, neck, shoulder.
"I don't know yet when I'm going to be able to come out yet; my boss hasn't given me approval for the days yet." I asked, struggling hard to keep my focus on the conversation, "I'll ask him again tomorrow when I see him and I'll call you to let you knoO."
I dropped the phone when Danny hit a sensitive spot on my neck and rushed to quickly pick it back up. I could hear Gran on the other end of the phone calling out my name and asking me if everything was alright. As I was assuring Gran that I was ok, that I had just slipped on the flooring, Danny was giving me a look of perfect innocence. I slapped him on the shoulder, and shook my head.
I finished my conversation with Gran keeping myself just out of Danny's grasp, and it became somewhat of a game. I'd venture in, teasing him, and then step back when he'd reach out to grab me.
However, when I was saying my goodbyes, I miscalculated and just as I hung up the phone; I felt myself being pulled down to the couch.
"Tease." I called him.
"You make me want to tease." He responded, kissing my lips softly, "You make me feel so different."
"That's a good thing right?" I asked as my lips pecked kisses along his collar line.
"Absolutely."
"Good." I said.
Danny's cell rang, vibrating across the counter in the kitchen.
"It's Mac." He said, pushing up off the sofa, "I'd better get it."
I sat up on the couch, waiting for him to return. I was a bit surprised that Danny had certain ringtones for certain people, but then I figured that it was exactly like him so that he didn't have to check the caller id. I laughed quietly to myself, and made my way to the kitchen, hearing the muffled voices.
"Are you sure Mac?" I hear Danny ask.
"Wow." He said, softer yet, "What a sicko. Lindsay and I will be in at 8 tomorrow unless you need us sooner."
Mac must have said something because Danny fell quiet.
"Mac," Danny started, "That's not fair -" pause "Mac-" another pause "well you're going to have tell her then because I'm not."
Danny caught me standing in the doorway. I raised an eyebrow at him but said nothing.
"Do you want to talk to her now Mac?" Danny must have interrupted him but his eyes never left mine.
Mac must have agreed because Danny held out the phone for me to take. I made my way over to him, took the phone and leaned into him.
"Hi Mac," I said, "What's up?"
"Lindsay," Mac started out and I knew it wasn't a good sign, "We've caught a break in the case and it's not good."
"Ok," I hesitated, "So what's going on?"
I heard Mac sigh on the other end, obviously this wasn't easy for him to say but I wished he would just get over it. I had started pacing the kitchen while Danny had taken a seat and watched me, helpless.
"Lindsay I can't have you doing anymore fieldwork on this case." Mac said so quickly it took a moment to register, "I've been thinking
"Why?"
"You have history with the suspect and it's not good."
That's the last thing I remember before the world went black.
I'm back in that room. I'm looking at myself in the mirror and all I see around me is carnage. Then I hear someone, I know that I should call out to him because he's an adult, but I don't want to. I'm searching for a place to hide, I cower under a bed in the room and the mystery person enters the room. There's screaming.
"Lindsay!"
"Lindsay!!"
Danny's voice.
"She's coming around, Mac." I heard him say, "I'll call you back."
I heard a phone drop.
My head hurts, my whole body hurts.
"Did you get the plate number of the truck that hit me?" I asked without opening my eyes.
"Hey," He said, his hands are caressing my forehead, "Welcome back."
"What happened?" I was opening my eyes slightly; it was just like waking up in the morning.
"You blacked out." Danny said, "You just crumpled in the kitchen. I brought you to the couch."
I tried to sit up, but Danny insisted that I stay prone.
"Just relax for another couple of minutes ok?"
"How long was I out for?" I asked, "Did I hit anything before I landed?"
"You were only out for a few minutes," Danny said, "And I think I caught you before you could do any severe damage but you did go down fast."
"Oh."
Danny was bringing me over a couple of pillows to help prop me up so I was in a reclining position now, but not sitting up fully.
"You scared me." He said, "What's going on?"
"I think I know," I said looking at him and feeling exhausted, "but I don't know how it relates to anything."