Lindsay rolled over in bed, willing herself to sleep. She had just arrived back home from Montana where she had flown to attend Chase's funeral. She had come to New York to escape the pain that being there brought her, and all those terrible memories were flooding back over her now as she lay in bed all alone, tears streaming down her cheeks. Flashes of things she thought that she had put behind her now haunted her thoughts. She wished now, more than ever, that Danny were there to comfort her. She longed to feel his arms around her and to hear his voice telling her that it would be ok.

Finally she gave up trying to sleep and padded into the kitchen. She rummaged around in her freezer until she found what she was looking for - Triple Chocolate Chip ice cream. Ice cream had been her comfort food of choice ever since that night that Stella had brought some to her. She yanked open a drawer and pulled out a spoon. She plunked down at the table and began to eat the ice cream straight out of the carton. Her tears fell into the open carton, giving the ice cream a faint salty taste.

She hadn't stayed at her fathers' house during her weeklong visit; she got a room at a local hotel room. She wasn't sure that she could handle being with her father and step mother every second of every day. In fact, she was sure that she wouldn't have been able to handle it. They weren't on the best of terms. She and her step mom were constantly at each other's throats and Lindsay's dad always took Marie's side. Always. No matter what the argument was, no matter if it was very obvious that Lindsay was right, he always sided against her. She hardly spoke to her dad the whole time she was there, in fact. She was never close to her father, they had kind of a "hello, how are you doing?" kind of relationship, the kind you had out of politeness, not one that you had because you really cared.

Lindsay half-heartedly shoved more and more ice cream into her mouth, trying desperately to block all the bad memories, but it just couldn't be done. All she could think about was all the times she and Marie had a shouting match, all the times her older sister told her that she wasn't good for anything. But the one memory that stuck out more prominently was that of her mother's death and funeral. She had only been 12 at the time, and was obviously devastated. The thing was, that she was the only one who seemed to be upset by it. Her older sister Mary Beth brushed it off like it didn't even matter and her father gave himself an entire 6 months to grieve before running off to Vegas to marry Marie.

Ice cream normally helped her drown her sorrows, but not this time. Triple Chocolate Chip confectionary goodness just wasn't cutting it this time. She needed someone. She needed Danny.

Lindsay always occupied Danny's mind. No matter where he was or what he was doing, it was her that he thought of. 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year. Seriously. She was all he cared about anymore, which made it hurt even more that she still refused to talk to him. The wall that she had built between them was slowly being taken down, but it was such a slow process. Danny knew that he had hurt her, and the death of her cousin didn't make it any faster, but he missed her. He missed her so much that it physically hurt him. He couldn't sleep anymore. The thought that her warm body never being cuddled up to his again haunted him. He would roll over and over in bed, trying to find a comfortable position, but there wasn't one. He had become so accustomed her sleeping with his arms around her that it just didn't feel right without her there.

He was tossing and turning when his cell phone chirped. He rolled over to the bed side table and checked Caller ID. It read "Montana."

A/N Ha ha. Ik what's gonna happen….and you don't. lol. K, sorry. New chap us soon, yes? There's only going to be one more chapter. Maybe two... but prolly not.

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Lia