Danny slept soundly throughout most of the afternoon until the sun began to set, waking up he found another dull pain in the top of his skull. Opening his eyes, he noticed how quiet it was throughout his apartment, rubbing his temples he sat forwards wincing in pain as he did.

"Sleep OK?" Lindsay said from her chair not too far away.

"How long was I out?" He asked, noticing that she had covered him with a blanket.

"Six hours. Feeling any better?" She asked, closing her book and putting it down beside her.

"Have you been sitting there the whole time?" Danny asked, noticing how comfortable she looked with a blanket wrapped around her and her feet on a cushion in front of her.

"I didn't know if you should be alone or not. You didn't look good when you came home." She was nervous for reasons Danny couldn't understand.

"I'm fine, just over worked. I told you I'm not going anywhere." He smiled.

"I know." Lindsay smiled back as Danny pulled the blanket off of his lap and stiffly stood from the couch.

"Whoa." He said as he lost his balance and grabbed the side of the couch so he wouldn't fall. Lindsay stood up as fast as she could, being pregnant made it hard, putting a hand on Danny's shoulder, he helped him stand straight.

"Danny, what is going on? What's wrong?" She begged, hoping he'd answer her honestly. "Stop being so stubborn and talk to me!" Danny looked at her and saw she had tears in her eyes.

"I don't know." Realizing he has said it out loud he sat back down on the couch, Lindsay sitting with him.

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"I don't want you to be stressed, I think I'm just coming down with something. So maybe you should stay away, I don't want you getting sick." Looking into his eyes, Lindsay sat silent.

"Coming down with what exactly?" She said with hesitant eyes. As Danny explained his symptoms. Lindsay became increasingly scared. "We'll go to the doctor tomorrow and get some tests done." She picked up Danny's hand holding it tight.

"No need, I'm good."

"There is no arguing, we're going. I'll see if I can get an appointment and if we can't we'll just go to the hospital." She stood up and walked towards the phone.

"Linds-" He looked away, in protest.

"Shut up, Danny." She said dialling the phone. "Hi, this is Lindsay Monroe... yes, I'm fine thanks, how are you?... good, good. Do you have an opening tomorrow with Dr. Taylor?" There was a gap of silence as Lindsay nodded to whomever she was speaking with. "Not until Friday?" She said out loud looking at Danny, who sat on the couch shaking his head. He truly hated doctors. "No, Friday is fine. Thank you... you too..." She said ending the call.

"Well, one thing is for sure." Danny said looking at Lindsay.

"What's that?"

"You're going to be a good mother." He smiled as Lindsay stood behind the couch rubbing his shoulders.

"Damn right." Kissing the top of his head. "You hungry?"

"No, I'm going to take a shower." He said getting up slowly from the couch.

"Come 'ere" Lindsay said pulling his body into hers. Wrapping her arms around his neck she looked him in the eyes. "I know you are trying to keep me from stressing, but what if I told you, I like worrying about you?" She smiled as Danny intertwined his fingers at the base of her back.

"Oh yeah?" He said kissing her forehead.

"Yeah." She said before kissing him softly.

"I'll be fine, I promise."

"Good. Now do shower and I'll make some food." She said spatting his ass as he walked away.

Closing the door to the bathroom, Danny's hands shook. Moving towards the shower, he turned the water on letting the hot water steam through the room. Looking at himself in the mirror he saw that most of his colour had come back to his face and the circles under his eyes were not as dark as before.

"Nothing some sleep can't fix." He said reassuring himself. He spoke to soon as pain throbbed behind his eyes, grabbing his head with both hands he leaned forward willing the pain away. He could feel his stomach lurched, his insides twisted as he fell in front of the toilet. His chest hurt as he emptied his stomach into the bowl, feeling as if he was finished, he fell back against the wall bringing his knees to his chest. Resting his throbbing head against his knees he listened as the sound of the water beat down against the tub, filling the room with steam. Breathing didn't seem to stop the pain, but it relaxed his body from the vicious attack. Feeling tears fall from his eyes, he realized how afraid he truly was.

Hearing a knock at the door he heard Lindsay standing beyond. "Dan? You alright?"

"Yeah... I'll be out in a minute." He said, hearing his voice he knew she didn't believe it.

"Alright... take your time." She said standing outside the door a minute longer, listening, making sure he really was fine.

Slowly moving off of the floor he stepped into the hot water, letting it beed down his skin as his hands shook. Secretly praying that nothing would come about this and that there was nothing wrong with him, Friday could wait as long as he could hold off, he didn't want to know what was wrong with him. He just wanted it to go away.

The rest of the night was uneventful, believing the shower must have has some type of healing powers Danny slept throughout the night and got up and went to work the next day without any pain. Walking off the elevator he was stopped by his boss staring at him as if he was about to explode.

"Morning Mac." Danny said walking towards the locker room.

"How are you feeling?" Mac asked, walking with him.

"I'm good, must have been something I ate. What's happening with the case?" He changed the subject.

"Ah, girl was homeless. Not a lot of leads yet, Flack and Hawkes are looking for her parents."

"Good, what do you want me working on?"

"Help Adam process the clothing. He was a little short handed yesterday." Mac said raising an eyebrow.

"Sorry, boss." Danny apologized as he got to the locker room door.

"Don't worry about it, just take care of yourself. You sure you're alright?" He said backing away, heading towards his office.

"I am, don't worry about me." He faked a confident smile as he entered the locker room to discard his things and find his lab coat.

The day went by without incident as Danny powered through his work. His office was silent as he milled through work, with Lindsay on maternity leave he found the office almost too quiet for working.

"Messer, tell me you have something!" Don said entering his office and sitting down at Lindsay's empty desk.

"Oh I have something." He said sarcastically sitting back in his desk chair. "I have a pile of trace that means nothing, I have DNA with no connection to our vic and no hits in CODIS, I have a whole lot of useless nothing. I take it things are going well on your end?"

"Nah, no missing persons reports, not a single connection to this kid." He said folding his hands over his stomach as he put his feet on the desk.

"She's thirteen, you'd think her parents would be on every news channel from here to Canada looking for her." He sighed and looked back at his paperwork.

"Unless their guilty." Danny looked up disapproving. "You really think they have no fault here? They aren't even looking for her!"

"I don't think the parents are involved."

"Why?" Taking his feet off the desk he leaned forward, looking at Danny for an explanation.

"Most parents involved in the death of their children, don't throw away with their child. She was dumped in the river, in most cases, parents show some kind of remorse. Leave them somewhere that they will be found. This was a body dump." He said rubbing his temples.

"Makes sense, doesn't make me hate them any less." He took a short breath before he looked up at Danny. "You alright, man?" Don asked, noticing his change in comfort.

"Just a headache." He blinked.

"Shel told me you were having some trouble yesterday." Concern in his voice wasn't hard for Don to hide, being an older brother gave him a protective nature.

"I just needed some sleep. I basically passed out on the couch for six hours when I got home." He smiled at his friend.

"You sure that's all it is?" Don asked.

"Listen, thanks for your concern, but I really am fine!"

"Oh I'm not concerned." He joked, standing up he walked to the door. "Take care of yourself Dan."

"Yeah." He said with a smile looking up at him.

When Don disappeared from the office, Danny rested his elbows on his desk, rubbing his head when he heard a soft dripping sound. Looking down at the papers in front of him he saw small drops of blood.

"Damnit." He said pulling a Kleenex out of the box off Lindsay desk and wiped the blood from his paperwork. Stuffing one under his nose, he saw that he was bleeding heavier then yesterday. Turning his back to his open office door, he buried his face in his hands, hoping the blood would stop. "What the hell is happening to me!" He said to himself sopping up the blood the beeded down his chin.

Lindsay walked into her apartment after a day of hustling around the city, she dropped her bags at the door and took her coat off. Seeing the light on their answering machine she walked across the room and hit the play button and carried her things into the kitchen while she listened. Most of the calls weren't important until she heard the last.

"Hey Lindsay, it's Sheldon. I called an old friend at Mercy and he set up an appointment for an MRI tomorrow afternoon, I thought you might like to be there. Give me a call when you get this." The beep of the machine ended the call, and Lindsay's heart was beating so hard against her ribcage, she had to hold the counter to make sure she was hearing correctly. 'An MRI?' She thought to herself. Grabbing the phone she dialled Sheldon's number as fast as her finger's would work.

"Hawkes?" He answered after two rings.

"Why does Danny need an MRI?" Her voice shook.

"Hi, Lindsay. I take it you got my message?" He said, sensing her fear. "It's probably nothing, I just want to get him looked at."

"He said it's just a head ache. Is he not telling me something?" She has to sit down for fear her legs would give out.

"Lindsay-" He tried to calm her, but it wasn't working.

"Sheldon, talk to me." She begged.

"He was having trouble standing yesterday and with the head aches and nosebleeds, I just want to be cautious."

"Nose bleeds?"

"He didn't tell you?"

"Clearly!" She said sarcastically.

"Everything is fine, I just want to get him checked out. I promise, everything will be fine." Lindsay took a deep breath, as he continued. "I gotta go, Linds. Talk to Danny."

"I will." She said ending the call, as Danny opened the door and came into the apartment.

"Hey babe." He said putting his bag down and removing his shoes. Lindsay didn't know what to say to him so she stared at him, looking on the verge of tears. "What's wrong?"

"You're having an MRI tomorrow?" She asked, Danny put his hands on his hips and shook his head.

"Yeah, Sheldon's idea."

"You didn't tell me you've been having nosebleeds. When did they start?" Frozen in her position, she couldn't move.

"Yesterday. Look, he's just being over protective and-" He tried to explain but Lindsay cut him off.

"He's not being over protective Danny! Stop it! Stop lying to me!" She yelled, slamming her fist on the counter in front of her.

"Lindsay, calm down!" He said walking towards her with his hands out as if surrendering.

"No! What's wrong with you?" She yelled, tears now falling from her eyes.

"I don't know! OK? I don't know what's wrong with me! And to tell you the truth, I'm terrified!" He finally admitted out loud. Throwing his hands up in frustration, he turned away from Lindsay before she could see his eyes fill with tears.

"We'll figure this out." Lindsay said after a minute of silence. Walking up behind him she wrapped her arms around his chest. "Don't shut down. Talk to me."

"I'm sorry." Danny whispered putting his hands on hers. Dropping his chin to his chest, he held onto her.

"What's going on? What has Sheldon so worried?" She asked, resting her cheek against his back.

"I've been having some trouble, he thinks it's neurological." Danny said, holding his eyes closed.

"I want to come with you tomorrow."

"I want you to be there." He admitted, turning around and pulling her into a hug.