"Lindsay!"

"I have nothing to say to you, Danny," Lindsay said coolly, brushing past him.

This was the only exchange of words that Danny and Lindsay ever had anymore. Danny would see Lindsay in the hallway, or something, and would beg for forgiveness, or at least would try to. Lindsay always refused to talk to him, pretending like she wasn't hurting inside. She cried herself to sleep nearly every night now. She always put on a happy face for Mac and Stella and the others, however, something that she was quite talented at. She had learned long ago to mask her true feelings, as they usually ended with a broken heart. It didn't seem to make any difference in this situation. Her heart was already broken beyond repair.

It had been two weeks. Two long, agonizing weeks since Lindsay had given Danny the ring back. Danny kept the ring with him at all times - in the pocket of his pants, or the inside pocket of his jacket – not necessarily in hope that Lindsay would take it back (which he did hope) but as a constant reminder of how stupid he had been, and how he'd let the girl of his dreams walk out of his life. How it'd been his fault. At least Danny understood that this was his fault. During sleepless nights alone in bed he replayed the last few weeks in his head, and realized things he hadn't seen before. The looks of a mixture of anger and hurt on Lindsay's face every time he talked to Leila, or spoke of her; the numerous attempts she'd made to distract him from Leila. How had he been so blind? Everything he wanted was right in front of him and he'd just let it go away.

He wandered into a bar one evening after work, intent on drowning his sorrows with alcohol. He plunked down into an empty bar stool and sighed. "Bad day?" the bartender asked conversationally, bringing him a beer.

"You could say that," Danny said.

"I'm sorry," the bartender wandered away to help other customers just as Danny heard the tinkling laugh of a woman. It only took him about 3 seconds to figure out whose laugh it was. He swiveled around on the stool and saw Lindsay sitting with a man at a table in the corner. The man had obviously said something hysterically funny, because Lindsay's chocolate eyes sparkled and her mouth was open with laughter. A shot of pain hit Danny in his chest. Had she found a new boyfriend already?

Lindsay looked up suddenly, as though aware that she was being watched. She caught Danny's eye and immediately looked away. "I'm sorry – what was that?" she asked Funny Man somewhat distractedly.

Revenge. That was all Danny could think about. She made him hurt, so he was going to make her hurt. In his drunken mind, he wasn't thinking about all the things he had already done to hurt her; he only thought of what he could do to make her feel the way he was feeling – jealous. Luckily for him, he was an attractive guy, and there was an attractive girl standing next to him at the bar, waiting for the bar tender to get her her drinks. "How ya doin', Sweetheart?" he asked her smoothly.

She smiled. "I'm fine. How are you?" she asked flirtatiously, twirling a lock of her golden hair around her finger.

"I'd be better if I knew your name," Danny told her with a cocky grin.

She sat down in the empty barstool next to Danny. "Alissa. What about you?"

"Danny," he said grinning. Without warning, he reached out and grabbed Alissa's face and crashed his lips onto hers. She hesitated for a moment, but soon gave in to his hot kiss. "You wanna go somewhere?" he asked, his lips hovering mere centimeters away from hers.

"I'd love to," she informed him, nibbling on his lower lip.

"Great." He took her hand and pulled her to her feet. Then, taking special care to walk right next to Lindsay's table so that she was sure to see him, he slung his arm around Alissa's shoulders and steered her to the door.

Danny arrived to work the next morning with a chipper smile on his face, even though he was dead tired and had a terrible hangover. He wanted to make Lindsay think that his life was a bucket of sunshine.

"You seem to be well rested," Lindsay said icily as she sat uncomfortably in the SUV with Danny on the way to a crime scene. "I would have thought you'd be exhausted."

"Yeah, well, I'm fine, thanks," Danny replied stiffly.

"Glad to see that you've moved on," she said, dying a little inside as she said those terrible words.

"Likewise," Danny shot back.

"What do you mean?" Lindsay asked, genuinely curious as they pulled up to the scene.

"You seemed to be enjoying yourself last night with Funny Man," Danny said sarcastically.

"I was. That was my cousin, Chase. He's in town for the week." She slammed the door.

Danny groaned and buried his face in his hands. "Could I be any more stupid?" he said out loud.

"Nope," Lindsay said. She'd come back to get her kit, which she'd forgotten in the backseat of the SUV.

Danny flushed, embarrassed at having his ex-fiancée/ partner hear him scolding himself.

Lindsay left Danny in the SUV and lugged her kit to the body. It wasn't until she crouched on the ground next to it and painstakingly rolled it over that she recognized who it was. "Danny!" she shrieked.

Back in the car, Danny jumped at hearing his name and bolted to Lindsay's side. Lindsay had tears streaming down her face. He stared at the face of the dead man in front of him. He looked familiar, but couldn't quite place him. Then, with a sudden jolt of realization he placed the man. It was Funny Man

A/N And the plot thickens…. ha ha. I love this. K, review and I shall heart you forever.

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Lia