This is a Seen sequel. It takes place about two years after the last chapter in Seen. Hope you like it! Thanks to webdlfan for the title.

This first chapter is rated a very strong T for some adult matter. It's not too explicit, but if you're under thirteen, maybe not a good idea.

Danny rubbed his gloved hands together quickly, trying to force heat back into them. He stomped his feet. Why can't Linds do this? He thought bitterly, leaning against the cold metal of the car. He wasn't even entirely sure of his wife's whereabouts at that point, which was what bothered him the most. If he wanted, he could call up Mac and ask where she'd been sent out to, but he seemed to have used that privilege up in the past few weeks. He'd called nearly four times, voice edged with nerves and hidden fear, asking where she'd been called out to.

It wasn't that he could glean much from the information, anyways. It was just a location, no indication of the gristliness of the crime, the danger lying in wait in the corners of the room she was processing. He had no objection to women with dangerous jobs. What he objected to was one particular woman being in danger. He wasn't too sure if he could manage living without her. Or the two month old baby inside her that she was waiting to tell Mac about.

The door to the school in front of him slammed open, and a mass of children spewed out, heading to the playground at the side of the school. Danny straightened up from the back of the car and searched the crowd for one kid in particular.

Finally, he found her, standing calmly by the jungle gym, her hands clasped behind her back as she looked shyly down at the ground. Her soft honey curls were hidden in the two braids Lindsay had fashioned that morning. She'd forgotten her hat somewhere, and Danny mentally ran through the contents of the car to see if she'd left one in there earlier. Since November had begun three weeks earlier, she'd gotten two and a half nasty colds. Her bright green tights barely looked warm enough from the frigid air, and her skirt overalls didn't seem to do much either. Her jacket was warm, though, a present from Danny's mother the year before. It was thick, heavy, and a dark blue that brought out her eyes.

Danny grinned at her; he couldn't help himself. She was tracing something in the snow with her boot as she talked to another kid. Her little red lips were pressed into a smile, her dark blue eyes fixed on the snow at her feet.

Abruptly, she looked up, and smiled as the other kid leaned in and pecked her firmly on the lips. Danny's vision turned to white-hot fire. At five, he considered his daughter just a tad bit too young for a first kiss.

He settled his burning gaze on the boy facing her. He was nearly a foot taller than her. There was no way he could be in her grade, unless he'd been held back for a couple of years. The boy reached out and grabbed his daughter's hand and squeezed it, pushing him even further up on Danny's hate list.

"Jilly, get over here!" Danny called out. The little girl looked up, found Danny, and her face split into a wide smile. She broke the boy's grasp on her hand and raced over to the door to the gate.

Danny signed her out with the teacher standing at the entrance to the playground and knelt, his arms wide. Jilly made it just in time, crashing into his hug and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Hi, Daddy," she said in her low, bubbly voice.

"Hey, baby," Danny said, his anger gone. He pulled her up and walked her to the car. He pulled open the door and settled her into the booster seat. She wiggled to allow him to buckle the seatbelt.

"Can I sit up front with you this time?" she asked hopefully.

"You know the rules. Not yet," Danny said, tickling the side of her neck.

She giggled at his distraction, the request forgotten. "Is mommy at home?"

Danny shook his head. "She's working," he said. He frowned at the revival of his previous worries, and shut the door, heading over to the driver's side.

"Can we get hot chocolate? I'm cold," Jilly said, swinging her feet over the edge of the seat.

Danny glanced at the time. "Yeah, we could do that." He pulled up alongside a coffee shop and put the car in park. He unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to reach into the middle compartment to get some change for the parking meter.

"By the way, whad'ja do with your hat? It's freezin' out there. You wanna get sick again?"

Jilly's lower lip pouted, and she looked down at her hands. "I don't kno-ow," she lied.

Danny paused and back at her. He reached back and tugged on her snowboot playfully. "C'mon, kiddo, where's the hat? I'm not gonna be mad if you lost it."

"I didn't lose it," she said adamantly, matching his gaze.

"Yeah? Where is it?" Danny asked.

"I don't kno-ow," Jilly said again, glancing back down at her hands.

Danny sighed, made a note to pursue the question further later, and got out of the car. He walked over to the other side of the car and opened the door.

"I can get out on this side," Jilly said, "It's easier."

"Street's on that side. Unbuckle your seatbelt and crawl on over here."

"But it's easier," Jilly argued, "You got out on this side."

"Cars can see me. It's not safe for you. Now c'mon, JJ, you want hot chocolate, or what?"

Jilly pouted but did as her father asked. She clambered over the seats and crawled into Danny's arms. He noted that she wasn't that mad at him, else she wouldn't wriggle her nose into his neck and let him wrap his arms around her tightly.

"So, how was your day?" Danny asked, sipping his coffee and glancing across the wooden table at Jilly. He'd borrowed a booster seat from the register so she could see over the table. She had her chin resting on her arms as she stared at the cup in front of her.

"Fine," she said dully.

"Just fine?" Danny asked, "C'mon, gimme more than that."

Jilly grinned and sat up. She took a sip of her drink.

"Was that … uh …" Danny cleared his throat, "Was that kid I saw you with at the playground … was he buggin' you?"

Jilly's face scrunched up in confusion. "What kid?"

"The boy. The one that kissed you."

"Oh, Warren? He's my husband," she said calmly, taking another sip of her hot chocolate.

Danny coughed around his coffee, nearly spraying it over everyone with in a twelve foot radius. He grabbed a napkin and wiped his mouth. He swallowed loudly, staring at his nonchalant daughter. "Your what?" he spat.

Jilly looked up in surprise, as though her previous claim had been the simplest thing in the world. "He's my husband."

"And … and how long have you been married?" Danny asked, his voice raising. He felt ridiculous for getting angry over his five-year-old daughter's love life.

"Are you mad at me?" Jilly squeaked, biting her lip.

"No, I – yeah, I am! What's the rule about boys, Jilly?"

"Don't kick them between the legs?" she asked, her eyes wide.

"The other one, Jillian," Danny growled.

She mumbled something to the floor.

"What was that?" Danny asked angrily.

"No kissing them until I'm forty-seven," Jilly sighed, the rule firmly engrained in her mind. Danny had made her repeat it over and over from the time she had started to talk.

"And what was it I saw you doing with that boy?" Danny asked.

Jilly's lower lip trembled. Her eyes began to water, "Sorry, Daddy," she whispered lowly.

"Don't cry, sweetheart," Danny said, his heart breaking. He reached across the table and smoothed down her hair. "Look, JJ, I'm just worried, OK? I'm not mad at you." As for the jerk who kissed her, though, he's in for it, Danny thought angrily.

Jilly slipped out of her seat and walked to Danny. Danny lifted her up into his lap and kissed her forehead.

"How old is this … uh … your husband?" Danny asked.

"He's in second grade," Jilly sniffed.

"Second grade!" Danny practically roared. He lowered his voice slightly. "That's two grades ahead of you, Jilly!"

"But he's really nice to me!" Jilly said, "The boys in kindergarten are mean," she wailed, burying her head in Danny's jacket.

"Why? What do they do?" Danny asked.

"Nothing," Jilly said quickly, her voice muffled with Danny's jacket.

"JJ, sweetie, you can tell me –"

"I wanna go home," Jilly said, sobbing into his jacket. "Can we go home, please? I'm tired."

Danny sighed and left some money on the table for a tip, then hoisted Jilly up and carried her out to the car. By the time he put her in her carseat, he noticed she'd fallen asleep.

"Hey," Lindsay grinned, chucking her keys onto the countertop and heading for the fridge. She reached up to the highest level, stretching up on her tip toes to reach into the back of the fridge for the orange juice.

Danny walked behind her, pressing one hand on her stomach, the other on her hip.

She took in a breath and leaned her head back, thirst forgotten.

Danny kissed her neck softly, tickling his lips along the curve, tracing patterns on her hip with the tops of his fingers. "Hey," he said, his voice low.

"This is new," Lindsay remarked breathlessly, "You haven't given me a greeting like this since I was pregnant with Jilly."

"It's not new," he countered, slipping the hand on her stomach down and under her shirt, pulling it up to just under her breasts. The cool air from the fridge and Danny's warm hands caused her to shiver at the contrast in temperatures. "I had a weird day, you look nice, I missed you, I love you – none of that's new."

"Oh," Lindsay could barely manage as Danny's other hand slipped down into her pants.

"How was work?" Danny asked, his voice betraying nothing of what his hand was doing to the lacy waist of Lindsay's underwear.

"Fine," she murmured, leaning back further against him, pressing herself to him, as she shut the door to the fridge with her foot.

Danny's right hand continued to slip lower as his left came higher and higher, slipping up her bra.

"Just fine?" he asked. He slid his hand under the waistband of her panties and grinned when she writhed and gasped as his right hand reached the place she needed it to.

"Mmph," she said eloquently, before burying her scream in his mouth in a searing kiss.

Danny slipped his hand out of her pants, buttoning her up. He grinned as she turned around to face him. "That was quick," he smiled, kissing her again.

"I had a hard day," she gasped, gulping for air. Danny loosened his grip on her, underestimating her weakened state. She slid down the fridge. Danny quickly caught her around the waist and pulled her back up.

"Woah," he cautioned, "You good?" he asked.

"It's the baby," she explained breathlessly, "makes me dizzy. And horny. Really horny."

"Glad to help," Danny grinned, and kissed her again. He licked his fingers clean, then pressed another kiss to her lips. He lifted the still-unsteady Lindsay up, newlywed style, and carried her over to the couch, settling her on his lap.

"Do you want …" she asked hesitantly, gesturing towards his jeans.

"Nah," he said, shaking his head, "Just you tonight." He kissed her cheek devilishly.

"Why do you do stuff like that," Lindsay groaned.

"It's fun," Danny chuckled, "Why, you complaining?"

"No. I could get used to it, though," she said sleepily, nestling her head in the crook of his neck.

"So, we got a problem," Danny said, rubbing her arm with his thumb.

"I beg to differ," Lindsay giggled tiredly.

"Not with that, wiseass," Danny chuckled, kissing her head.

"With what, then?"

"We seem to have acquired a son-in-law."

Lindsay looked up at him, confused. "What?"

Danny sighed and shifted on the couch, easing himself further into the cushions. He leaned his head back. "Jilly has a husband."

"Who, Warren?" Lindsay asked sleepily, closing her eyes.

Danny looked down at her accusingly. "You knew about this?"

Lindsay lifted one shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. "Uh huh." She yawned. "He's nice."

"He's at least two years older than her," Danny said incredulously, "and a foot taller. And he kissed her – he kissed my daughter."

"They're little kids. They're just playing house."

"Well they'd damn well better stop. He ain't getting anywhere close to her."

"Come on, Danny," Lindsay said, raising her head to look at him, "He's pretty much her only friend at school right now."

"What are you talking about? She's got plenty of friends," Danny scoffed.

Lindsay shook her head. "She got placed into the highest reading group a few weeks ago, then placed out of that."

"I know, I remember," Danny said proudly. The school had been forced to place Jilly in a first-grade level reading course.

"Well, since then, she's been a little bit … well, you know how kids can be."

"No," Danny said honestly.

"They tease her for it, I think. And she's not exactly the most normal girl. Remember when she went to school dressed like a bumblebee? With the sparkly gold wings?"

"Yeah, so?"

"She gets picked on."

"Who's picking on her?" Danny asked angrily.

"I don't know."

"How come she tells you all of this?"

"I'm her mother."

"So? I'm her father."

"It's a girl thing," Lindsay sighed, squirming to her feet. She took a few steps, albeit unsteadily, towards Jilly's bedroom. Danny got to his feet and helped her into the room. Lindsay kissed her daughter goodnight and walked into her own bedroom.

"She was crying today," Danny said gravely, "And she wouldn't tell me why."

Lindsay got herself into an old t-shirt of Danny's and lay down on the bed. "If she needs your help, she'll ask for it. This is something every kid goes through, Danny; everyone gets teased."

"I never cried about it – it was never that bad. Plus, you get some, you dish some out. Jilly ain't dishin' any out. You know her; she'd never do that."

"It's different for girls, Danny. The other girls can be downright nasty."

"Jilly isn't."

Lindsay sighed and got under the covers. "You wouldn't understand. Other girls can be mean, and boys do these ... things and they don't see that it affects girls so much –"

"You sleeping in that? You're just like Jilly. You need something warmer."

"Danny, I'm –" she was cut off by the pair of pajama pants that smacked against the bed, near her waist.

"Put 'em on."

"Did you just throw pants at me? A little violent, aren't we?" Lindsay smirked.

"I threw them next to you," Danny corrected, "If I'da wanted to hit you with 'em, I would'a."

"Hit me, huh?" Lindsay teased his choice of words.

"I wasn't trying to hit you," Danny corrected, "And I wouldn't." He crawled into bed next to her, wearing his wife beater and sweats. He gave a sigh of relief as his head hit the pillow.

"I know," Lindsay said softly, snuggling up against him.

They were quiet for a beat. "So you really think she's gettin' teased?" Danny asked.

"I know she is. She's strong, she'll get through it," Lindsay said quietly.

"Huh," Danny responded, remembering how tiny she always felt in his arms, how she still used her baby pacifier or sucked her thumb when she was sad, how her whole hand could fit in his palm easily. Nobody picks on my baby, he thought fiercely, before slipping into sleep.