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9. Pat Benatar – We Belong

"I'm glad you're okay," Lindsay said a little tentatively from the doorway.

Danny shut his locker and turned to look at her. "It was nothing."

"You jumped onto a moving motorcycle, Danny. It was actually stupid."

He hesitated. He went to say something, to point out that every time she showed she cared she was making it more and more difficult for him to keep his distance. But instead, he pounded the locker once in frustration and went to walk out past her.

However, as he reached her, before he could push the door to the locker room open and leave, she reached up and place a hand on his bicep. "Please be careful, Danny."

"Fine. No more jumping onto moving motorcycles."

"Good. 'Cause I just need some time. And you need to be in one piece when time's up."

He looked at her, unable to fight the grin that crept across his lips. "How much time we talkin' here?"

"Just enough."

He nodded. "No more undercover operations?"

"Deal."

He took a deep breath. "See ya tomorrow, Monroe."