I'm sooooooo sorry I haven't updated in years. By the by, I know I called the baby Susanne to begin with but now I know the actual name I'll be using that (Lucy) love you!!
p.s sorry it's short, it's to let you know I haven't abandoned this.
A Gut Feeling
"Hello? Sheldon?" Danny dropped his rucksack on the floor as he hung up his jacket. "Hey, Dance-Pants? You home?" he walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge to get a glass of juice. Evidently Dance-Pants was not home. Danny sat back on the sofa and switched on the TV. Die Hard. Danny looked at his glass of juice and decided a beer would be better in this situation. He'd had a helluva day. He and Lindsay had finally agreed on divorce. She'd sreamed, she'd cried, she'd tried to make him feel guilty, (job well done) but there was nothing that could change Danny's mind. He knew this was going to be shit. But there was no other option for him, these days the real reason for marrying Lindsay kept coming back to haunt him, reminding him he'd made the biggest mistake of his life. Danny shook his head, desperate to forget and took a very long swig of beer.
The night dragged on, and on and on and on….Danny could Sheldon's clock ticking and amidst the sixteen cans of beer and the four pizza boxes Danny could feel something wasn't right. He dragged his wrist to his face to look at his watch. 1:40am. Sheldon…where was he? Danny heaved himself off the sofa and tried to tidy up, not an easy task when you're drunk. Eventually he managed to dump all the cans into the bin and stumble into the hallway to force the pizza boxes down the garbage chute. Once back in the flat, he stuck his head under the cold shower.
Finally sober again Danny took Sheldon's absence as a chance to tidy up. Not well. 2:30 am. Sheldon wasn't supposed to be working so late tonight. As Danny's head cleared he started to feel more and more concerned about where Sheldon was. Suddenly the flat seemed very empty. Danny stood by the sofa, unsure what to do, then the phone rang. Danny darted towards it, sure it would be Sheldon, but before he could pick up the receiver the ring stopped. He tried to call back the number, but got nothing, not even a long tone, nothing. Danny slowly replaced the phone, feeling very worried. He wasn't even sure why, Sheldon had never called him in the past to say he was working late, why would he now? Sheldon had probably got hauled onto somebody else's shift….so why did Danny feel so uneasy?
"This is the sixth sense" he muttered, before realising he was talking to himself. He sat on the sofa and ran his hands through his hair, unable to stop the jittery feeling in his stomach.