A few days later, Flack was just finishing up with physical therapy when his cell phone rang.

"Danny, my man, what's up?" Flack said into the phone.

"You gotta do something Flack." Danny replied. He sounded almost frantic. "You gotta talk to her."

"Who?" Flack asked blindly, although he knew who Danny was talking about.

"You know who! Montana! Lindsay! She's driving me crazy! Flack, she's cleaning!" Danny complained.

"You know, Danny, most guys would kill to have a girl clean up after them." Flack laughed.

"No, man. She's reorganized the whole place. She alphabetized my DVD's. She folded my underwear! My underwear, Flack! Dude, you gotta do something. Apologize, grovel, kidnap her… I don't care. But she's got to go!" Flack held the phone away from his ear; Danny's rant had gotten loud.

Flack knew that Lindsay had been staying at Danny's ever since she left her key at his parent's place. He had tried calling her or seeing her, but Lindsay wasn't having any part of it.

"Flack, she's gonna be at the apartment all afternoon. Go talk to her. You've got a key. But whatever you do, do something!"

Danny and Flack wrapped up their conversation and Flack was left thinking about how he was going to get over to Danny's and try again to fix his relationship.

Flack had spent two hours trying to get Lindsay to answer her phone. He had spent the next thirty minutes trying to get Lindsay to buzz him up. Finally, now that a neighbor had let him into Danny's building, Flack was standing at Danny's door. He fumbled with his keys, looking for the spare key to Danny's apartment. He stopped for a moment to lean against the wall, taking some of the pressure off of his side and alleviating some pain.

Flack grunted out loud when he realized that the key to Danny's apartment wasn't on his key ring. Flack's foot connected with the door in frustration and he pulled out his pocketknife in an attempt to jimmy the door open.

Feeling a wave of pride and satisfaction wash over him Flack got Danny's door to finally pop open. Looking around, he saw the bedroom door close quickly and quietly. Flack walked through the living room towards the bedroom.

"Lindsay? Lindsay, I know you're in there. Let's talk. Please." Flack said as he walked.

"Go away, Don. I don't want to talk." Lindsay yelled from behind the door.

"This is stupid! Let me in so we can talk!" Flack said, knocking forcefully on solid, bedroom door.

Lindsay resisted the urge to reply and just stared silently at the door.

"You're acting like a child!" Flack yelled gruffly.

"I'm acting like a child? I'm acting like a child! I am mature enough to recognize how to behave in a relationship! I know when to back off! And I don't break into someone's house banging down their door to force them to listen to me!" Lindsay yelled through the bedroom door.

Satisfied that at least she was talking again Flack banged on her door again just to be contrary while he thought of a reply.

"I'm not going to say I'm sorry! I have nothing to be sorry for! It was a mistake! I made a mistake!" He added a bang for each word in his sentence.

"Some mistake." Lindsay grumbled.

Flack groaned deeply and leaned his head against the door. He turned around and slowly slid down so he was sitting on the floor. Deciding honesty was the only thing that Lindsay would listen to Flack took a deep breath and began.

"I did it because it was easy." He says talking loudly enough so that Lindsay could hear him through the door. "There were no considerations and no complications. I didn't want to hurt you and I didn't want to get hurt by you. Pushing you away was easiest. But it was a mistake. I know that. I knew it then, but I get it now."

"Ruining our relationship never crossed your mind? Never took that into consideration huh?" Lindsay's voice yelled back through the door.

"You're perfect Linds. You're smart, beautiful and you have everything going for you. I'm some washed up cop boy who needs help getting around. Everything sucks and while my world is crumbling down yours is still perfect. I'm no good for you."

Lindsay moved closer to the door listening intently to Flack. There was absolute silence. Flack couldn't hear anything through the door. With some difficulty, Flack got his feet back under him and stood back up.

"Lindsay, you're going to open this door and talk to me one way or the other!" Flack yelled, pounding on the door again. Flack looked around a little frantically, his eyes finally coming to rest on an umbrella. Picking up the umbrella, Flack started pounding it against the doorknob, hoping to get the door open before the pain and exhaustion overtook him.

Lindsay jumped back from door. The new pounding sound took her by surprise. A small grin almost spread across Lindsay's face. There was a part of this that she found endearing and amusing. The rest of this display from Flack she just found annoying and infuriating. Lindsay was about to tell Flack just that when she heard another voice on the other side of the door.

"NYPD! Freeze! Sir, put down the weapon! Drop the weapon and stand against the door!"

Lindsay heard the thump of a body being shoved against the door and some scuffling of feet. Before she knew what was happening, an army of footsteps walked away from the door and a new voice yelled through the wood.

"Miss? Are you okay in there? It's safe to come out. Miss? I'm Officer Thompson with the NYPD."

Lindsay slowly opened the door to see a young officer staring at her. He rushed a few steps into the room, gently touching Lindsay on the elbow.

"Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?" Officer Thompson asked.

Lindsay looked at Officer Thompson as if he were crazy. "What's going on? Why would I need to go to the hospital?"

"We received a report of breaking, entering and a domestic disturbance, miss." Officer Thompson explained. "When we arrived, the man that had broken into the apartment was attempting to break down the door to get to you. It's fine now, though. He's been taken into custody."

Lindsay looked past Officer Thompson and caught a brief glimpse of Flack. He was being escorted out of Danny's apartment, his hands cuffed behind his back. Lindsay could tell how exhausted he was and that he was in pain as he limped beside Officer Thompson's partner. Flack's head was hanging as he looked at the ground. He didn't look back at Lindsay.

"Oh my God." Was all that Lindsay could say.