DISCLAIMER: Not mine

A/N: I think I'm turning into the girl that cried I'm sorry. But so sorry about me absence. New Job = no time to write. =( Any way, this one is short, and I'm a little apprehensive about the next few chapters, hope to bang them out in awesome style and get back to you look good in my shirt. fingers crossed i can do it.

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: : The Thing About Heroes : :

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His heart was in his throat. It was beating a million miles a minute. It was all up to him...and a rock.

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Danny sprinted back down the track to the station where his kit lay. He needed to know if he stopped the train, he needed to know if Lindsay was okay, he needed to bag the damn mp3 player. Some uniforms helped him back up onto the platform. "Man you just made it." One said patting Danny on the back.

"So…."

"You stopped it Messer, they're all ok. Nice work." Danny let out a long breath and sigh of relief. They were alright. They'd be okay. But it wasn't enough. His heart would not return to its normal pace until he saw her, touched her, held her, kissed her. Until then.

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Danny was walking down the bright hallways of the crime lab with determination, looking left and right through all the glass windows, looking for his girlfriend. He was so preoccupied looking for Lindsay; he nearly knocked Stella to the ground. He was quick enough to wrap an arm around her wrist to hold her steady on her unusually high heels.

"Whoa there Messer, what are you looking for…" she trailed off looking at Danny who had barely registered that she had said anything. "…Or who."

"What's that now Stella?" Danny asked obviously still looking for Lindsay.

Stella reached up, grabbed Danny by the chin and pulled it down so he was looking at her, and not around through lab space. "Earth to Danny." She giggled, "She's in the layout lab, and try not to run anyone else down on the way there please."

"Yes ma'am." Danny attempted to nod.

Stella gave him a good and a little less then friendly swat/pat to the cheek. "And don't call women Ma'am, we hate that, call us Miss until the day we die."

"Yes Dear" Danny smirked slyly, knowing she hated that as much as ma'am, and jogged off in the direction of Lindsay.

Stella stared him down. "Messer if these weren't good shoes; you'd be dodging right now."

"You going to throw your shoes at me."

"Get going or I just might."

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Danny skidded to a stop. There she was. Perfect and healthy, and unbruised, and alive. He stood mesmerized, how had a woman so wonderful not come to her senses and dumped him yet? She looked up and caught his gaze. A concerned look crossed her face. Danny gave a little head nudged to which she nodded and slipped off her latex gloves. She met him around the corner. "What's up Dan?"

Danny remained mute; he took her hand and led her to the back stairwell. As the door slammed shut behind them he spun her and pulled her into a tight embrace, kissing her thoroughly. Her back hit the door, the mini make out session continuing until Lindsay pulled away to breathe. "wow." Lindsay giggled, "we haven't done that since, well since the beginning."

Danny smirked. She was fine, they were fine. "Yea well, we got better at controlling ourselves."

"Speak for yourself." Lindsay said pulling Danny in for another kiss. As the kiss broke Danny continued to hold her. His face nestled into the crook of her neck breathing in her scent, his hands gently stroking her back.

"Montana, babe, please try not to scare me like that again." He spoke honestly.

"Oh, that's what the urgency is about." Lindsay smiled, the reason for the side trip dawning on her. "Well, I'll try my hardest, but, no promises. Same as I expect you'd do for me, maybe."

"Damn straight."

"Good."

"You sure you're heading home for the holidays?" Danny asked.

Lindsay chuckled. They'd been over and over this. No matter how much she wanted to cacoon herself up with Danny in his apartment she hadn't been home for 8 months. She'd be back for the New Year. "Unfortunately. My Dad still likes you, you wanta change that?" Lindsay teased, knowing how the thought of Big Bad Rancher Jim Monroe and his shot gun collection scared Danny even the tiniest bit. It didn't matter that Jimbo was a big 'ol teddy bear.

"No, just don't make me come out there after you again." Danny mock warned.

Lindsay laughed then sighed. "Oh the thing about heroes..."

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A/n2: Dun dun dun. It all goes down hill from here. Next up: Child's Play...i'm right to be scared in writing that one right? =/ hope you enjoyed, oh and have i mentioned i'm sorry for my absence? hehe. Love you all. and thanks for sticking with the story(s)