"Danny?" Flack asked with a scratchy voice. It was three days after he had woken up and Danny had been in his room for a few minutes now while Lindsay was out using the restroom and talking to the doctors, but those minutes had been restless. Danny seemed to be fidgeting, his eyes scanning and meeting everything – except for Flack's gaze. "You're driving me crazy. Could you please tell me what's going on?"

"Don, I don't want to worry you man, but I you gotta do something." Danny said quietly. Danny looked at Flack while he talked, but his stolen glances at the door couldn't be missed.

"I don't know if you've realized it, Messer, but I'm in the hospital right now…there's not a lot I can do." Flack said, attempting to lighten the mood in the room.

"Since when did a hospital bed stop you?" Danny joked back. Danny glanced back into the hallway, glimpsing Lindsay walking through the corridors. "Seriously, Don… You gotta talk to Lindsay. Convince her to go home and sleep, get her to leave the hospital and eat, you gotta do something. She hasn't really left your room for five days, let alone left the hospital. She's worrying me."

"What, Danny? Can't handle the fact that I have a girlfriend who cares?" Flack joked, attempting to steer the conversation around the subject that he had been thinking about too. Flack looked at Danny, who had dropped his gaze to the floor and was running his hands through his hair. Flack sighed. "I'll see what I can do."

Lindsay, Flack and Danny had been hanging out and keeping each other company for an hour or so. It mostly consisted of Danny and Flack arguing over the Yankees and Mets and Lindsay smiling and shaking her head at the two of them. Suddenly the door opened and Flack's doctor and a nurse walked in.

"Alright, Detective, I'm going to need to lift your gown and check your wound." The doctor said, motioning for the nurse to join him at Flack's bedside.

Lindsay stepped to the side to let the nurse pass, but showed no signs of leaving the room. Danny looked at Flack, saw the look of discomfort on his face, and began to back out of the room.

"Hey, Montana, why don't we go get some dinner?" Danny suggested.

Flack watched Lindsay and saw that she didn't intend to respond to Danny.

"Linds, why don't you get out of here for a while, huh?" Flack suggested.

"I don't know… I'm fine here." Lindsay stared at Flack, attempting to read him.

"Lindsay, get out of here. Go ahead and grab some dinner with Danny. I'm not going anywhere." Flack reassured her with a smile.

From behind, Lindsay felt Danny grab her hand and tug gently in the direction of the door. Flack hated to do this to her, but he knew that she needed to get out for a bit and would never do it on her own. He could see how her shoulders slumped the minute Danny had grabbed her hand.

Lindsay didn't want to leave, but it seemed to be what everyone else wanted. Lindsay could feel defeat start to take over her body, she felt her shoulders slump, her feet begin to shuffle and her head drop. Suddenly she caught the look on Don and Danny's faces, as if it physically hurt them to force her to leave. Not wanting to cause anyone any added grief, so she stood up a little straighter and flashed Flack a smile.

"I'll be right back." Lindsay forced herself to say with as much of a smile as she could muster. Lindsay allowed herself to be pulled towards the door by Danny's hand.

"Messer, you take care of my girl." Flack said as Danny disappeared through the door with Lindsay in toe.

In the elevator at the end of the hall, Danny put his arm around Lindsay and gave a squeeze.

"Hey, come on, Montana… we'll go down the block, get some pizza and be right back. I promise I'll get you back to him." Danny said with one last squeeze.

Lindsay just sighed and turned up one corner of her mouth as a smile aimed at Danny.

Danny had taken Lindsay to a small place a few blocks from the hospital – he had figured that walking a few blocks would do both of them some good. Finding a booth towards the back, Danny slid in a quickly caught the waitress's attention so they could order.

"You care what's on your pizza, Montana?" Danny asked, noticing that Lindsay had been quiet since walking in and sitting down.

"It doesn't matter." Lindsay said quietly. She and Danny sat in silence for a while and just as the pizza was being delivered to their table, Lindsay broke the silence. "Thanks for babysitting me. You didn't have to. I would have been okay on my own."

"You kidding me, Montana? I'm hungry and I don't like eating alone. I'm doing this for me, not you." Danny said playfully. Secretly he was relieved that Lindsay was talking. The silence had been driving him nuts. Danny was even more relieved that Lindsay wasn't crying or anything. Danny considered himself to be sensitive and a good listener, but when girls started crying he just didn't know what to do or say. Honestly, Danny couldn't remember ever seeing Lindsay cry, not even in the last three days since the explosion.

"Well, thanks anyway. I know Don appreciates it. It's what he wanted." Lindsay's voice got quieter as she finished her thought. Danny could see that it bothered her that Flack had wanted her to leave.

"Hey, Lindsay, look at me." Danny moved his hand across the table to make contact with Lindsay. See looked up as he did. "Flack loves you. He wanted you to take a break because he was worried that you're burning yourself out being in that room 24/7. He's look'in out for you. Finish your pizza and you'll be back playing Florence Nightingale before you know it."

Lindsay chuckled softly, a smile spreading across her face.

"What's so funny?" Danny asked.

"I didn't know you even knew who Florence Nightingale was." Lindsay said, attempting to take a bite of pizza while she answered.

"I went to college. Despite what you might think, Montana, I'm a pretty cultured guy." Danny quipped. He looked at Lindsay who had a string of cheese connecting her slice of pizza to her mouth. "Unlike you, I suppose. Didn't your mother ever teach you not to talk with your mouth full?"

"Shut up." Lindsay said with a smile, wiping the excess cheese and sauce from her lips with her napkin. "Let's finish up, I want to get back to the hospital."

"Anything you say." Danny said with a smile.