Unfortunately for Leila, Lindsay was not the type of girl who would give up easily. Having grown up on a ranch with 3 older brothers, she knew how to fight for what she wanted. She wanted Danny. She wanted Danny more than she had ever wanted anything before in her life, so she wasn't about to give up without a fight.

Mac unknowingly played a huge part in Lindsay's plan to return Danny's undivided attention to herself, and not Barbie. He approached her early on in the week and told her to take Friday off.

"You look tired, Lindsay. Take a day to get rest."

"Thanks, Mac. Planning a wedding kinda drains the energy out of you."

Mac chuckled. "I would imagine. And I don't think that Danny is really much of a help."

"No, he's not," Lindsay giggled. "His mom and I banned him from a lot of the preparations after he told the caterer that he'd rather eat fried spiders then what she had given us to sample."

"Danny and his big New York mouth," Mac scoffed good-naturedly.

"Don't I know it?"

Lindsay smiled as she looked around Danny's apartment. Everything was perfect. The candles were lit, the music played softly in the background and the apartment smelled wonderful. And, she looked pretty amazing if she did say so herself. She was wearing a sexy black little number with pink flowers dotting the dark fabric. A matching pink cardigan lay on the couch, perfectly folded and long forgotten. She had arrived early in the afternoon and had been cooking up a storm ever since. And now, everything was perfect.

She sat down in an armchair and sighed. Danny wasn't going to arrive at home for nearly 20 minutes. 20 minutes is a long time to wait when you're waiting to unleash your plan to win the man of your dreams back. She shifted several times, crossed and uncrossed her legs and counted to one hundred and then back to one. She checked her watch. 17 minutes to go. Lindsay did everything possible she could think of to occupy herself. Finally, after 17 more minutes of pure torture she heard the key in the lock. She jumped up, smoothed her dress and hair and walked into the front room. The door swung open and a very tired and scruffy Danny entered the apartment.

"Lindsay?" he did a double take. "How'd you get in here?"

"You gave me a key," she reminded him sweetly.

"Oh, yeah. I did." He seemed slightly disoriented, a side effect of such a long shift. "Something smells good." Following the smell, he wandered into the kitchen, where he saw the table that Lindsay had prepared and the food sitting there calling to him. He turned to Lindsay, who was right on his heals, "You did all this?"

"Yeah," she said, slightly embarrassed.

His face broke into a smile and he took her into his arms and kissed her. She gave into the kiss almost before it even began. Her arms wound themselves around his neck and she drank him in – his spicy scent, his strong arms roaming her over her body, his stubble rubbing up against her soft skin, the feeling of his tongue on hers. "You're beautiful," he murmured in her ear. "I love you like crazy."

For some reason tears filled Lindsay's eyes. He'd told her that approximately a billion times since they began dating, but for some reason this time was different. This time she felt it, like a glowing warmth spreading throughout her entire body. "I love you too," she managed to whisper through the lump clogging her throat.

They stood there clinging to each other for several minutes before Danny's stomach grumbled loudly, causing Lindsay to giggle. "Let's go eat," she suggested.

"Great idea, babe," he laughed, kissing her on the cheek and leading her to the table. He pulled out her chair for her and then sat down across from her. They ate, chatting animatedly the whole time. It was as though time had stopped, and it was just the two of them alone in the universe. Danny's eyes barely left Lindsay's face the whole time, causing him to get food all over his shirt, much to the amusement of Lindsay.

"You're such a slob," she teased him.

"Oh no!" he feigned horror, "you're getting married to a slob! However are you going to manage that?"

"I'm sure I could think of a few ways," she said, a hint of mischievousness in her voice.

"I like the sound of that," Danny teased right back.

"I'm sure you do."

"Dance with me," Danny said suddenly, laying his fork onto the table. He stood up, not even waiting for her answer and walking over to her, extended his hand out to her. She took it, and allowed him to pull her up from the chair and into his arms. She rested her head on his shoulder and swayed to the soft, gentle music playing in the background.

'Tonight couldn't have been more perfect,' Lindsay thought, contentedly, but she thought too soon. The doorbell rang, startling her, so that she snapped her head up off of Danny's shoulder. "Who could that be?" she asked.

"I have no idea." Together they walked to the front door. Danny opened it, and Leila stood, looking like a freaking Barbie doll, with a smile dancing across her perfect face.

"Danny!" she squealed excitedly. She then saw Lindsay hovering slightly behind him, and the smile was wiped off of her face. "Hello, Lindsay," she said in a rather strained voice. "How nice to see you here." She paused, and seemed to be sniffing, and listening intently. "Am I interrupting anything?" she asked in what she had attempted to be an apologetic voice.

"Of course not," Danny said quickly.

"As a matter of fact, you are," Lindsay said at the same time.

Leila flinched, as though it was far too difficult to process what two people were saying at the same time. "Well am I?" she asked, a bemused expression on her face.

"Yes," Lindsay said automatically.

"Nope," Danny assured her, glancing over his shoulder at Lindsay, and giving her a sour look.

"Great!" Leila exclaimed, pushing her way past Danny and Lindsay and into the apartment. "We can all have a bit of fun, then!"

Lindsay stood there, her mouth hanging open, and a hatred she'd never felt before replacing the giddy feeling of happiness and love that had been housed inside her just moments before. "I can't believe you," she hissed, as she strode past Danny and into the kitchen to collect her purse. "I should be leaving," she announced to the two of them, "I have an early shift in the morning."

"Lindsay," Danny sighed, "come on, be reasonable."

"I'm being perfectly reasonable, Messer," she snapped. She never called Danny by his surname anymore, not unless she was royally pissed. Which she was. She snatched her purse up off of the counter and marched out of the apartment.

It wasn't until she was half way home that she regretted her actions. Not only had she left her sweater lying on Danny's couch, but she had given Leila the perfect opportunity to seduce Danny, and turn him against her for good. "How could I be that stupid?" she wailed to the empty New York street. She knew that she couldn't go back now, not after the scene she had made of the situation. Instead, she took a deep breath, and continued home, willing the tears welled up in her eyes not to fall.

A/N Ik I haven't updated in forever and I'm very sorry. So, review and I'll update sooner this time.

xoxo

Lia