After hours of tests and rounds of medication, Danny was again resting comfortably in his hospital bed, Lindsay had tried, but couldn't fall asleep as she waited for the results. Closing her eyes, she rested her hands on her stomach as she put her head back against the chair. The baby suddenly jolted, tickling her awake. Letting out a soft giggle, she looked up seeing Danny waking up.

"You OK?" He asked rubbing his eyes.

"The baby is kicking." She smiled standing up and sitting on the side of the bed. Danny pulled himself into a sitting position as Lindsay picked up his hand she rested it on her stomach where their baby was moving.

"Wow." Danny smiled, looking at Lindsay as she giggled. "He's a mover." He said as he left his hand, feeling their baby.

"Or she." Lindsay corrected as she leaned forward and kissed him gently.

"Maybe he'll be a nerd like his Mom." Danny said through a laugh.

"Yeah, or a dick like her Dad." She laughed.

"Ouch." He scoffed. Laughing had never felt so good, over the last couple of days, sarcasm was harder to accomplish as he felt worse then death. Lindsay rested a hand on his chest, watching Danny her smile slowly fell. Though she wasn't frowning, the mood was about to become serious once again.

"How are you feeling?"

Danny reached his hand up and ran his fingers over the bandage at the side of his head. "Pretty doped up to tell you the truth." He smiled hazily up at her.

"Doctor says you might be able to go home soon. He is just waiting for the biopsy to come back and for the meds to wear off before he'll make a decision." Brushing his hair with her free hand, Danny shut his eyes enjoying the sensation.

"Is it too late to hope it's just the flu?" He silently prayed this was all a dream.

"I think we might be past that." She smiled warmly.

"Maybe you should call Mac." He said, looking her in the eyes.

"Not yet." She said without looking at him, as she continued to brush his hair.

"Why?" Danny opened his eyes. "He should know."

"Wait until we know more." Danny reached her hand and squeezed it in hers.

"Look, this whole thing, it sucks. But I don't want you to go through this alone. You should tell the team." He smiled, being strong for her was easier then he thought.

"I'm not alone Danny, and neither are you." She put an arm around her belly.

"You know what I mean. What if I do end up needing surgery?" He stared at her, the word 'surgery' he could see her flinch. "We both know it's a possibility, and if it comes to that... you may not be in the right state of mind. I'm begging you, call Mac." His eyes were sincere, she knew that this wasn't him being scared, it was him genuinely worried about her.

"Don't say stuff like that." She still refused to may eye contact.

"I have to." Puling her hands towards him, he made her look him in the eye. "If something happens, and I won't come back myself, I need someone there to make the call. I love you, and I promise I will fight this anyway that I can, but you need to be realistic about this."

"Danny-" She tried to protest.

"No, I can't put that decision on you alone. Please, just call him." Closing his eyes he rested his forehead against hers, as she put her hand on the back of her neck holding him steady.

"I don't deserve you, you know that?" Feeling his hand on her arm..

"Yeah, you're pretty lucky." He smiled as Lindsay kissed him.

"I'll call him."

"Thank you." He said, taking a deep breath. Moving to leave, Danny pulled her close again. "Maybe you can call him later." Shifting, he moved to lay down, bringing Lindsay with him. Nuzzling under his chin, Danny wrapped his arms around her. "I may be sick, but I will always protect you." He said kissing her forehead.

"I love you."

"Right back at cha." Danny said, as Lindsay closed her eyes and fell asleep for the first time in nearly two days.

Sitting at his desk, Don went over the events of the previous night. The icy cold words of the doctor bouncing around his head like a bullet; every time he closed his eyes he saw Danny's glossy eyes staring up at him from his bedroom floor. The fear in his heart, that he had been too late to help his friend. Lost in thought he didn't notice someone calling his name, not until he felt a hand on his shoulder was he startled back to reality.

"Flack, you alright?" Mac asked seeing him jump.

"Yeah..." Rubbing his eyes he, straightened himself out "What's going on?" He asked, standing up.

"Hawkes just got a hit in CODIS on the DNA found at the scene, looks like the girl had a brother."

"Good, good. Do we have an address?" He was clearly elsewhere.

"You wanna tell me what's going on?" Mac asked, in a demanding tone.

"Nothin'... no, nothing is going on." He lied.

"Lindsay called in and said Danny can't make it in this morning."

"Yeah. She told me." He said looking away.

"Something about Danny you're not telling me? Is he in trouble?" Don flinched at his name, unsure of what he should tell him, he bounced on his heels.

"No, nothing like that." Mac wasn't buying what he was selling.

"Don, if Danny is involved with something I should know about, I'm going to find out eventually. Do yourself a favour and let me in on what's going on, and maybe I can help him." Mac assumed the worst.

"There is nothing you can do. There is nothing any of us can do." Don said, sitting down in his chair, resting his head on his hands.

"What do you mean?" Mac rested himself on the desk opposite Don, suddenly worried at the vacant expression his friend wore.

"It's not my place." He began.

"I care about Danny, as much as you do. What the hell is going on?" Realizing he may have been wrong about Danny's sudden absence he felt his heart race.

"He... ah, how do I even say it?" Don stiffled a laugh. Looking up from his hands he looked Mac in the eyes. "Danny has a brain tumor."

Mac felt ill, his face sunk, and his heart missed a beat. At loss for words, he looked away unsure of what to do or say.

"Ah... how... what?" He stumbled on his words.

"He collapsed last night, Lindsay called me and we took him to the hospital. Apparently there have been symptoms for months, we just didn't notice them until they got bad." Don's voice broke, but he covered it with a cough.

"How bad?" He asked, sheepishly.

"They did more tests today, Lindsay said she'd call." He finished. Sitting in silence, both men stared at their feet gathering the information they had shared.

"I'm sorry." Mac said after a couple minutes of silence.

"It's alright. We both know Danny, I can't say I wouldn't have reacted the same." Don said with a warm smile.

"He's going to be alright. He's Danny." Mac said, more to himself then to Don.

"Yeah." Don said nodding his head as he stood up and put his jacket on. "So this brother?"

Mac stood up, clearing his throat he explained the information as they left the station, both with thoughts of Danny in the back of their mind.