I know that these have been pretty short lately, and I want to apologize for that, I like to give you guys something substantial to read, but these last few weeks I just haven't been able to hit a good stride. But I am hoping that this chapter can act as a cathartic turning of a leaf, here is chapter 9 show me some lovin!

She knew he was trying to be helpful, be a good husband and hold her hair as she regurgitated everything that she had barely been able to choke down that morning, which is why she had waited until she had taken a dangerous leap off her breaking point to tell him.

"Babe, you have to go." She managed to get out, resting her heated forehead against the cool tile of the bathroom wall and tried not to think about what her being sick could possibly mean.

The thought had crossed Danny's mind the moment she had pushed away from him, covering her mouth as she uttered her strangled cry of her unavoidable sickness, and he had tried to remember if protection was used the last time. He thought not, but pushed it from his mind when he realized that as her husband it was his duty to sit behind her and hold her hair, trying to sooth her stomach. Even though he was positive that should he breathe in the smell of said sickness in too much it would no doubt result in her having to sooth his stomach.

But still he had risen and headed right to her side, until her command confused him, risking it he leaned close to her face, "What?"

"You have to go, your cologne, it's making me sick--" She stammered, gagging again at the thought of it.

Holding out his shirt to his face Danny sniffed, he didn't think it smelled like anything, now that he thought about it Jethro had woken him up unexpectedly and he hadn't even had time to put any on that morning, "I'm not wearing anything." He protested.

Another wave of nausea was wreaking havoc on her system, and her head pounded like a hammer beating against her temple, she couldn't take talking about the smell any longer, "Danny go!"

Relenting to her request he nodded and stood, rubbing her back, and kissing her head, "Alright I'm gone." He held his hands out in a sign of surrender to her, and he moved the cold wash cloth that had been sitting against the counter to the back of the toilet so that she could reach it.

Closing the door behind himself he smiled at Don and Syler who had heard the commotion Lindsay had made on her way to the bathroom, and having come to find out what had caused it.

"Everything okay?" Don asked, looking at the bathroom Danny had just emerged from, like he could just see right through it.

"Besides the fact that my wife just said that the smell of my makes her want to puke, nothing." He said with a smile, and Syler who had been fidgeting beside Don since Danny had opened the door, pushed past him and headed inside, "I don't think it's a good idea Sy." He called after her.

"Men," She sighed, looking between the two in front of her, "Think they know everything." She clicked her tongue in a disapproving manor at them, and disappeared behind the door; both men turned as Delilah entered the hallway followed by Jethro.

"Is everything alright?" She asked, looking beside Danny and Don as though asking them where her daughters were.

"Lindsay isn't feeling well, and Syler is in the bathroom with her."

Delilah looked back at her husband, who appeared to be glaring at Danny before feeling his wife's eyes upon him; he met her gaze and moved back down the stairs, carrying to dishrag that she had handed to him. She smiled and patted Danny's cheek as she moved back to the bathroom, Danny watched her go, as Don was more preoccupied with the look that had been thrown at him over Jethro's shoulder.

"What could they possible do that I can't?" Danny asked Don, still watching the now dormant bathroom entrance.

Seeming to come back to the world Don looked around bewildered for a moment, but then gazed at the bathroom door as though he needed a minute to have recall the question, "I don't know--have girl talk?"

He gave a sarcastic smile, "That's good--really funny."

Danny pushed past him on the stairs and entered the den where Jethro sat watch a football game, glancing at the screen he lost all hopeful interest, unless his Giants were playing he held very little interest for the game. But he had the haunting feel that even if Eli held the screen it wouldn't matter much, the entire three quarters he sat in the den for he was staring at the stairs that offered no comfort.

In the entire time they had been together, neither of the had gotten sick, beyond something NyQuil and a little aspirin cured, and it worried him. Danny knew he was being irrational, it was a stomach bug, nothing more. But off his over active imagination went, he hadn't been this off in his own world since grade school, but he would later swear he was daydreaming about what they would name the baby before Delilah's voice pulled him out.

"Huh?" He asked, looking around unaware that the game was now over, and eh was alone in the room.

"Lindsay is upstairs, she wants to talk to you."

He looked at the stairs, and now not only did they not offer comfort, they also looked menacing, and as he moved up them he was afraid of what would happen when he got to the room. Opening the door slowly he looked around the edge of it, Lindsay was propped up in their bed a wash cloth over her forehead, her face still pale.

"Hey babe." He spoke softly, and her eyes struggled to open underneath the weight of the wash cloth, but she squinted and smiled, and Danny couldn't stop his mental camera from snapping a shot of her adorably contorted face.

"Hi." She whispered hoarsely, wishing that she hadn't because she could smell the stomach acid that had coated the inside of her mouth before.

He smiled at her as he moved cautiously towards the bed, "Does my stench bother you love?"

Lindsay laughed but not without difficulty, but shook her head just the same, "No, I feel much better now. I think it was just one of those one time bugs, I just needed it out of my system."

"And I don't think after the beating you gave it, it will be up for anyone's system for a long while." He agreed, feeling better about being able to wrap his arms around her frame. She laughed as she snuggled deeper into Danny's chest and took a hesitant sniff of him.

Now this was right, warmth spread throughout her as she inhaled the smell of him, she didn't even mind the smell of his lingering sweat because it conjured the most glorious of images, closing her eyes she breathed deeply again feeling the security that was Danny surround her.

Still reviling in the fact, that Danny Messer smells like home.

I know, it was a cheesy way to end it, big virtual hugs to all who read that a sighed at the fond memories we made with that story. I think a moment of silence is necessary, and you should fill that silence with the clicking of your mouse and the typing of your thoughts for me to read. I really do want to know...everything. So let me have it I am asking after all, and yes I think I did quite well lengthwise, would you not agree?