Lindsay lay on her bed in her apartment. Her door was shut, closing off the noise Manhattan sound from her ears. She was lying on her side reading. After her release, Lindsay had been instructed to refrain from lying on her injured side for at least a month. This forced Lindsay to get comfortable lying on her other side when she slept or lay on her couch. Lindsay turned the page in her book and ended the chapter.

In front of her, her cell phone began buzzing with a text message. Lindsay marked her place and picked up her phone. She opened the message. It was from Danny.

You free tonight?

Lindsay frowned and replied. What do you mean?

Several minutes later, Danny sent a reply. Open your closet and ask again.

Lindsay looked over the foot of her bed. Carefully, Lindsay rose from her bed and moved to the closet. She opened the door and looked in. Lindsay found her breath caught in her chest. Hanging in her closet was a long dark green dress. It was strapless, glittering with white rhinestones with the light from her room. The bottom of the skirt flared out in a mermaid style, accented with several rhinestones. Lindsay reached out and ran her hands over the fabric of the dress. It was soft to the touch, begging to be worn.

Lindsay pulled out her phone and text Danny back. "What are you doing, Danny?"

It didn't take long for Danny to reply. Put it on and come see.

Lindsay sighed. She pulled the dress from the closet and set it on her bed. It was then Lindsay noticed there was no zipper or clasps. The dress would hold snug around her body. Lindsay swallowed, wondering if she should wear it with her back still injured. She slid her shirt off, careful not to jar her back. Lindsay slipped out of her pants and into the dress. The material molding around her body. Lindsay carefully pulled the dress over her bandage and felt the fabric wrap around it more securely.

Lindsay walked to her dresser and grabbed her brush. She pulled her hair from the pony and brushed it lightly. Lindsay looked at herself in the small mirror settled on her dresser. She didn't expect herself to look stunning in that dress, not in her condition anyways. Lindsay turned from the mirror and walked to her door. She opened her bedroom door to a black apartment.

The only light was caused by her bedroom. A closing rectangle of light was cast on the floor, illuminating very little. Lindsay walked out slowly. "Hello?"

Soft music started near her. Lindsay turned her head, trying to see something. Her hand fumbled along the wall for the switch. Lindsay gave up quickly on finding the light. "Danny?"

A single light turned on in her living room. It was a light, which had been placed next to her couch. Now, it had been moved, along with most of her furniture in her living room. The couch had been pushed across the room with the table and chairs. The coffee table was pushed in front of the television set. On top was a CD player and the lamp.

Danny stood next to the table, staring at Lindsay. Lindsay noticed Danny's attire. She had to carefully hide her surprise of seeing Danny in a tux. Though she was not entirely surprised, he had asked her to wear the dress after all. But seeing him in a tux, standing in her apartment wasn't something Lindsay really expected.

Danny bowed his head slightly, smiling with the same smile he gave her countless times. "Well hello, Miss Monroe."

Lindsay could hold back her smile. She returned with a nod. "Hello, Mr. Messer. What do I owe this unexpected visit?"

Danny walked from the table toward her. "I though that, since you weren't able to go to the ball, maybe…"

"You could bring it to me?" Lindsay asked.

Danny nodded.

Lindsay held her hands in front of her body. "Did Flack forget to mention that balls weren't really something I do?"

"He might've mentioned it." Danny shrugged.

"And you still came?" Lindsay asked.

Danny was standing in front of Lindsay now, inches separating them. "I thought I might be able to change your mind about them."

"Really?" Lindsay walked past Danny toward the coffee table.

"Or at least keep you company tonight." Danny smirked. He turned, watching Lindsay.

Lindsay turned around slowly. "So the truth comes out."

Danny laughed. "Well it's not like you had plans of your own tonight."

"I happen to have had a date." Lindsay replied.

Danny nodded. "With a book."

"I still had plans." Lindsay stated.

Danny nodded. "Well then, I'm sorry to interrupt your date, Miss Monroe." He turned from Lindsay and headed for the door.

Lindsay watched him for a moment. "Danny, don't go."

Danny turned. "Why not?"

Lindsay smiled. "You can tease me, but I can't tease you?"

"Nope." Danny answered, smiling.

Lindsay shook her head and laughed. She took a step in Danny's direction. Her back turned at a wrong angle, jarring her back. Lindsay winced and gasped, stumbling mid-step. Her knees gave way and Lindsay fell.

Danny rushed to her side. "Lindsay!"

Lindsay held up a hand, trying to calm him down. "I'm alright, Danny."

"You need me to get your meds?" Danny asked. He moved to stand up.

Lindsay grabbed his arm. "No, Danny. Really. Could you just, help me up?"

Danny took Lindsay's arms and eased her to her feet. "You sure you're alright?"

"Yeah. I'm still just sore." Lindsay explained.

Danny frowned. "Maybe this was a bad idea."

"No. I really appreciate this, Danny. And despite the my injury…I'm still enjoying this." Lindsay explained.

Danny leaned his forehead against hers. "Anything for my partner."

"Anything?" Lindsay asked.

"Anything, Montana."

Lindsay looked up at Danny. Her eyes were a vibrant question wrapped in a hazel color. "Would you dance with me, cowboy?"

Danny smiled. "I think I can do that, Miss Monroe." He took Lindsay's right hand into his and brought it up. His other hand slipped down to her waist, pulling her closer. Lindsay's other hand rested on his shoulder, her arms pressed against his.

They swayed slowly, from side to side. Stepping back and forth to the soft music. Lindsay's head leaned against Danny's shoulder with his head leaning on hers. It was not a ball. It was not located in an extravagant hotel. It was not crowded with hundreds of people and live music. It was not the perfect waltz. But this was special. It may've been in her apartment. It may've been just the two of them. It may've been a recording and it may've been unexpected. But it was still something. It was worthwhile. Even if they were only stepping inches, it was better than the ball. And it was something Lindsay was going to remember.