The man from the past
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Summery: Not from any episode. I'm going to tell you who the man is that coming between Danny and Lindsay. I'm really not very good at the characters talking to each other thing. That's why the first two chapters were the way they were. So if this is bad, I'm sorry. I'm trying my best. And thank you for the great reviews. That helps a lot. You guy are so great!
Danny asked if I wanted to go grab some lunch with him today. After reasoning with myself, I said yes. It surprised us both. I told myself I was hungry, and it was better than eating alone. We went to a pizza place not far from the lab. I thought it was okay, but Danny said it wasn't as good as Ray's. He offered to take me to Ray's some day. I hope by going to lunch with him today didn't give him the wrong idea. I was just having a weak moment today. I had a really great dream about him last night. In my dream I was able to tell him everything that had been going on. About my sister and about Rob, and he understood. He told me he still trusted me, and was glad I told him. That way I wouldn't have to deal with it alone any more. Then he kissed me and the rest of the dream just got better and better.
(Authors note- Here goes nothing. Cross your fingers, that it won't be really bad.)
Right now I'm sitting on my couch eating Ice cream and thinking about Danny. I want to call him so I can hear his voice. To just talk to him would make me feel so much better. A knock on my door interrupts my thoughts. I get up to answer it. When I open the door I can not believe my eyes. "Rob, what are you doing here?" I ask. I'm surprised I can even talk. "When I called I told you I going to come and see you. God, Lindsay you look beautiful." He says, reaching out to take me into his arms. I pull back. He does not look happy about that. I don't want to hurt him; I just can't handle that right now. I was just thinking about Danny for god's sake. "Can I come in?" He asks me. "Yeah, sure come in." I step back to let him walk into my living room. My apartment is small. Not as big as the one we had in Montana, but of course the cost of living is cheaper in Montana. "You can also sit down if want to." I tell him as I notice he is looking around with a confused look on his face. "Uh, thanks." He walks around my coffee table and sits down on the couch. Rob picks up the ice cream tub I left on the table and says. "I guess you were thinking about something pretty important if you brought out the cookie dough ice cream." I blush a little remembering what I was thinking about. "Yeah, it was very important. At least to me it is." I say sitting in a chair across from him. He's still looking around my apartment with a funny look on his face. "There aren't any pictures of us around here." He finally says, looking me straight in the eye. I don't want to hurt him, but I have never lied to him before and I'm not going to start now. "I didn't bring any with me to New York." It's the plain honest truth. I just left out the part about why. That's not lying is it? Maybe he won't ask. "Why?" Or maybe he will. "I didn't want to bring all that with me. I wanted to start over here, to forget all about it." I tell him, trying to explain the best I can. "To forget all about it, does that include me? Did you want to forget me, Lindsay?" He asks me. "No! I know you did what you felt you had to do. I know if the situation was reversed I would have done the same thing. The job is just as important to me as it is to you. You went undercover to save lives. I would never fault you for that, but you also need to look at it from my point of view just like I did with you. I didn't know when you would be coming back, or if you were coming back. I couldn't just sit around and wait. I wanted to move on with my life. I couldn't just sit in limbo forever. I know you know me well enough to understand that. I needed to move on with or without you, and I hadn't seen or heard from you in two years, Rob. Two years, I couldn't wait anymore." He looks down at his hands. I look at them too. He is picking at his nails. That has always been the way I know he wants to say something, but can't find the words. "What does this mean for us, now?" He finally asks after what seems like forever. I can't hold back tears any longer. They start falling down my cheeks. "I want a divorce."
Author's note- I hope this was okay. I hope you picked up the clues I left you guys about were my story is going. Hopefully I will get to the next part soon. I also hope to try to figure out how to get the story of what happened to Lindsay's sister in the next part. It's a lot harder then I thought it was going to be, to put my ideas in story form. So write me and let me know what you think of this last part. Thank you guys, you are my inspiration. I love reading all your stories.