"Danny!" Lindsay ran to catch up with him as he left work. "Hey, do you wanna do something tonight?"

Danny hesitated. "Um, I think I'm gonna have a guys' night tonight."

"Oh, ok, I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"Yeah, I'd call you, but I'll probably get in late."

"I understand. It's ok." Really it wasn't. He'd been spending a lot of time "with the guys." Lindsay read magazines. She knew what every magazine in the world said about this happening. It normally meant that there was someone else. She didn't need a magazine to tell her who the someone was.

Danny kissed her on the cheek. "See ya," he headed off towards the subway, leaving Lindsay all alone to finish her shift.

"Yeah, I love you too," she muttered at his retreating back.

Lindsay spent the rest of her shift trying to convince herself that Danny really was going to have a guys' night. Neither Flack nor Hawkes were on shift, so it was possible that they were with Danny at some sports bar. However, it was also possible that they were at home watching TV, where as Danny could be out having dinner with Barbie.

"You ok?" Mac startled Lindsay.

"Oh, yeah." She said too quickly to be believable.

"You expect me to believe that?" Mac raised an eyebrow. "Is it Danny?" he asked when she gave no further answer.

"Yeah," Lindsay said timidly, feeling slightly guilty about talking about her fiancé behind his back. "I think he might be seeing his ex- girlfriend, Leila."

"Leila's back?"

"You know her?"

"Yeah. Never liked her too much, myself."

Lindsay choked out a giggle. "Yeah, me neither."

Mac got very serious then. "Danny loves you, Lindsay. I see it every time he looks at you. Just remember that."

"Thanks, Mac."

"Go home. Go talk to Danny." Mac ordered her.

"He's having a guys' night," she said glumly. "Or so he sys. But, I think I'll drop by his apartment. I left a sweater there last week and haven't gotten around to getting it back."

"Have fun," Mac smiled.

"I will," Lindsay said sarcastically.

She left the building and hailed a cab. She gave the driver Danny's address. "Can you wait here?" she asked him, "I just need to run in and pick something up."

"Sure," the cabbie agreed.

"Thanks."

She dashed inside and up the stairs. She fished around in her purse for the key to Danny's apartment and let herself in. She walked into the foyer and froze. Danny and Leila were curled up on the couch watching a movie. Leila's head rested on Danny's shoulder and his arm was wrapped around her.

Danny was quite alarmed to see her, but Leila seemed unfazed. Lindsay spotted her pink cashmere cardigan folded neatly on the counter. She retrieved it quickly and bolted.

"Lindsay!" she was halfway down the hall when she heard him call her name.

"Is Leila a female impersonator?" she asked lightly.

"What? No, Why?"

"I thought you were having a guys night." She said coolly.

"I….uh….well," he stuttered.

"You know what I don't get is why she didn't just give you a lap dance. She was certainly close enough to!"

"We're friends! We're comfortable around each other!"

Lindsay scoffed. "When's the last time you saw me sitting on Flack's lap?"

Danny didn't say anything.

"That's what I thought." She turned on her heel and left, not even turning around when Danny called her name.

A/N Short, ik, but still. Important. Bet you can't wait for the next chapter.