Danny stood outside the door to Lindsay's apartment for a few minutes before knocking so that he could regain (or at least try to) his composure. It had been obvious that Lindsay was crying when she called him, and he had rushed over to her apartment with out a second thought. Now that he stood there – mere feet away from her – he was questioning his decision. What did she want, anyway? All she had said was "Can you come over here?" Danny agreed at once, and that was the extent of their conversation. For all he knew, he was coming here so that she could kill him. He made up his mind and hesitantly knocked on her door. He heard shuffling in the apartment, signifying that she was making her way to the door.

The door swung open, and there stood Lindsay, her hair a mess and her face swollen and red with tears. Once again, Danny felt his heart break at the sight of her in so much pain. "Can I come in?" he asked, tentatively.

She sniffled, nodded and then stepped aside so that Danny could enter the apartment. He followed her to the living room, where she had set up a cocoon of blankets, not dissimilar to the one she had created the night the engagement was called off. She snuggled down into the blankets without saying a word.

"Lindsay..." He began, not knowing exactly what to say.

Tears began to flow down her face once more, much to her disgust. She tried with all her might to holding them in, but it was no use. Danny's face fell. He was making her cry. Again.

"It took flying to Montana for my favorite cousin's funeral to realize something." She half whispered.

"And what was that?" Danny asked, encouraging her to go on.

Her lower lip quivered slightly. "I need you," she whispered, "I don't think that I can function without you. I know that I screwed everything up and pushed you away and that my tears are my punishment for that."

"No, Lindsay," Danny said, moving closer to her, "I'm the one that screwed it up. I'm the one who had everything that I could ever want right in front of me and not even see it. I'm the one that pushed you away. You're right, I lied to you and I ignored you and I don't blame you if you can't forgive me for that." Danny was getting a little choked up himself.

"I – I just didn't want Marie and Mary Beth to be right," Lindsay said weakly. Danny, of course, knew all about Lindsay's horrible stepmother and sister. "They always said that nobody would ever love me because I don't trust anyone and I push them away. I want somebody to love me." She paused and took a deep breath before adding, "I want you to love me."

A lone tear slid down Danny's face, and he wiped it away roughly. "I do love you, Lindsay. I'll always love you. It doesn't matter if you love me back or not, I will always love you." More tears followed the one that had slid down his cheek before, and he tried to wipe them away, but there were too many of them. But then a small, soft hand reached out and began to wipe the tears away. Danny raised his head up slowly and met Lindsay's chocolate eyes with his cerulean ones. Without a word, he pulled her to him and held her tightly in his arms. She welcomed his embraced and squeezed back with equal force.

"I missed you so much," she sobbed into his ear.

"I love you, baby," he said, tears clogging his throat. "I love you so much. I'm never going to let you go again, I swear."

She lifted her head off of his shoulder and met his lips with hers. She sighed slightly at the contact; Danny's kisses were like magic. The kiss grew deeper as Danny tangled his hands in her already tangled hair and pulled her closer (if that was possible) so that there wasn't a part of his body that wasn't touching her.

Danny wanted to give her the ring back, but was hesitant to ask. He didn't know if she wanted to take it slowly, or if she was ready to pick up where they left off. On a better note, of course.

After several more minutes of kissing, Lindsay reluctantly tore her lips away.

"What?" Danny asked, slightly disappointed.

"Could I…." She stopped, and almost rethought what she was going to ask. "Would it be possible for me to have the ring back?" She bit her lip nervously, a gesture that Danny thought was irresistibly sexy, but cute all at the same time.

Danny, of course, still carried the ring around with him everywhere, so he reached into his coat pocket and pulled it out. "Lindsay Monroe, will you be my wife?" he asked, even though he already knew the answer.

"Yes," she whispered, allowing him to slide the ring onto her finger, and then kissing him again. "On one condition," she said suddenly, causing Danny to worry a bit. " You have to promise," she kissed him gently. That if we have any kids," she kissed him gently. "And any of them are girls," another kiss, "You won't buy them any Barbie dolls."

"I can promise you that," Danny promised, smiling at her. "No more Barbies."

A/N And that's a wrap. So…whadda ya think? To sequel or not to sequel, that is the question.

xoxo

Lia