Danny woke up a few hours later on the same soft mattress and to the sight of the same awful looking curtains. He was starting to hate the flowery monstrosities. Hell, he'd give anything to wake up on Steve's couch! He'd even settle for waking on his old sofa bed. Any place would be better than this room, in this house, with the crazy blonde bitch lurking somewhere around him.

He tried to take stock of his body, wiggling experimentally those parts that didn't seem to pulse in constant pain. He figured that both his left forearm and shoulder were pretty screwed, and either his left shin, or with his luck his left knee, were busted. That meant that he wouldn't be running out of this god forsaken room anytime soon, so he'd had to find some other way to get out of this mess.

Well, the fact that he wouldn't be running out of here any time soon didn't mean that he couldn't try to at least get out of this awful room.

First things first, he needed to sit up. Using his good elbow, it only took him about 15 minutes to move from his prone position on the center of the bed to a somewhat sitting position by the side of the bed. After that, only 10 more minutes to pull closer the chair Ally was sitting on before, and to start using it to prop himself enough to stand up. About 20 minutes later, he had moved about three feet in the direction of the door and was taking a moment to take a breath.

He heard footsteps coming towards the room, but there really was no use in feigning innocence, so he just stood there, waiting for the crazy woman to come into the room. He didn't even flinch when she opened the door and gave him a surprised look. "Danny! What are you doing over there?"

He really wanted to tell her that he was trying to get as far away from her as he could, but knew it would not help his situation in any way. He settled for a half truth that hopefully would get him out of the room at least. "'m hungry… Need to pee."

Ally jumped and hurried out of the room. "Right! Wait here just a sec!"

Danny feared that the crazy woman would come back with some sort of chamber pot, but fortunately she only brought an office chair which she wheeled closer so Danny could sit. "Here, I'll take you to the bathroom!" She said.

He was too tired and in too much pain to object being wheeled into the bathroom, he only hoped Ally would let him take care of business by himself.

Fortunately, she remained just outside of the bathroom door, waiting patiently until he came back out. Then she started to wheel him back to the room. "Now I'm going to help you lie down and I'll bring you some yummy soup I made for you, ok?"

Danny put his good foot on the floor, to stop the chair's movement. "Listen Ally, why don't we go to sit on your couch for a while? I'm getting a bit tired of lying down on the bed all day…" He really didn't want to go back to that room if he could avoid it.

Ally looked to the couch, then to the room and then to Danny. "Alright! I'll settle you on the couch and I'll bring some blankets to keep you warm and comfy and then I'll get you some soup! Ok? Ok!" She quickly turned around the chair and rolled it in the direction of the couch.

Danny took the chance to look around Ally's place. He saw that it was a one storey house, with a beach at the backyard, much like Steve's place. There was a back door that led to the beach and a front door that looked at a busy street.

The effort it took him to move from the office chair to the couch made it very clear to him that he was not up to making the trip to either of those doors right now, so he sat down, trying to breathe through the constant pain the movement had caused. He must have drifted off because the next time he blinked Ally was tucking a blanket around his legs and placing a bowl of soup on his lap. He studied the soup, feeling a little nauseous and afraid that the soup could be drugged, or worse. He looked up at Ally. "Don't you hate eating alone?" He said with what he hoped was an inviting smile.

Apparently it worked, because Ally jumped from her seat across from Danny and came back a minute later with a bowl for herself. He waited for her to start eating before he risked taking a small sip. Fortunately, it was not the worst thing he had tasted in his life, so he slowly managed to eat about a quarter of the bowl.

He studied his host for a moment, wondering what had brought such a regular looking lady to do what she was doing right now. He decided to try to know her better, to see if he could reason with her somehow. "So, you said you had come to Hawaii 4 years ago, and that you've hated it ever since. Why did you move here then?"

Ally sighed sadly, unconsciously rubbing her ring finger. "I moved here with my husband."

Danny lifted his eyebrows, but before he could ask anything she started talking again. "We were married about 8 months when he was transferred to Hawaii. My job back there wasn't very stable, so we packed up everything and came here… A year later, he packed up everything again and left me for a woman from work!" She stood up and started pacing restlessly.

Danny couldn't help to sympathize with Ally, even though it would never excuse her behavior. "Why did you stay in Hawaii? Wouldn't it have been better to go back to Kentucky?"

Ally gave a sad chuckle. "With what money? All he left me was 100 bucks and a house with a rent I couldn't afford!"

Ally resumed her pacing. "So I had to find a job I hate, to pay the rent of the house that reminds me of everything that I lost and to stay in an island where I don't know anyone and that everyone hates me!"

She whirled to look at Danny. "But then I found you… You came here following Gracie, and you love her so much that you left everything behind for her! Just like I did! And you hate everything about this island! Just like I do! And you're so beautiful and a great dad, and a good cop and so many great things that I couldn't believe how lucky I was to find you!"

She shook her head going back to her story. "And I was happy to see you from afar, like in the romantic novels where there's an impossible love story, you see? But then I heard that you had almost gone back to New Jersey, with Rachel and Grace, and that Rachel is pregnant! So I couldn't stay away anymore! I had to keep you here, with me!" She looked at Danny pleadingly.

Danny was more than scared with the knowledge that the woman in front of him not only knew more than he was comfortable with about him, but also about Rachel and Grace, and he wouldn't put it pass her to go after them if things didn't work out with him. "Well, you had nothing to worry about, because none of us is going back to Jersey any time soon!" He tried to sound cheerful about it, but he'd had a very long couple of days.

Ally gave one of her creepy giggles and moved to sit next to Danny on the couch. "Of course not, silly! Now that I've made sure you stay with me, nobody is taking you away, ever!"

She moved to hug him, but Danny flinched away, and it made her look at him seriously. "Oh, I'm sorry! You are still a little sore from that crash, aren't you? Maybe I should take you back to bed…"

Danny scooted back on the couch, feeling the need to scream at her that he was not only a little sore from the car crash, he knew he needed a hospital, and he would gladly submit to anything the doctors wanted if it meant leaving this place, but he knew Ally wouldn't understand any of it. If he was certain of something, it was that he didn't want to go back to that room. "No! I'm very comfortable here! I'd really like to stay here, with you…"

Ally seemed to consider the idea, but then shook her head, and taking Danny's left hand, she started pulling him into the rolling chair. "You need to rest, Danny!"

The movement brought a wave of agony to course through Danny's broken arm. He roughly pulled his arm away from her and cradled it carefully against his chest, closing his eyes and trying to breathe through the pain. He opened tear filled eyes to look at the woman in front of him. "Ally, please, let me stay here?"

She stood there, her arms crossed over her chest and a frown on her forehead. "You need to go to sleep on the bed Danny…"

She was interrupted from reaching for him again by a knock on her door. They could see the flashing lights of a police car through the window.

She looked nervously at Danny and moved to the door, but not before taking out a gun from a drawer. She gave Danny a nervous look before pasting on her best shy smile, took a deep breath and opened the door…

TBC...

A/N: Thank you very much for reading, and I'm so glad that you're enjoying the story.

It's kind of difficult to get into the head of this crazy woman, which should be a good thing, right? But it's taking a bit longer than I anticipated, so, sorry for the delay...

I hope you leave a comment, whether you like it or not, and I hope to see you around soon!