Prompt: dirty

Danny was up on his feet the second the locker room door opened, "Montana, what the hell happened?"

She glared, then groaned as she limped over to the bench, "Dumpster…I got thrown into it."

"You got….how did that happen? Have you been to the hospital? You need a doctor."

"Hawkes looked me over."

"A real doctor."

She chuckled, "Don't let him hear that. I'm fine, just really sore…also I smell."

"Okay," he said, "I'll just…" he walked towards the door, but stopped when he heard her gasp, "What is it?"

"Nothing," she said, the cursed as she tried to get her shirt over her head.

"Damn it, why aren't you home? You need to be in bed."

"I took some painkillers. I'll be fine soon, besides there's no way I'm not catching the bastard that threw me into a fucking dumpster. Now, get out so I can get in the shower already."

Danny watched her struggle only a moment more before he got up and moved toward her. He reached down and began pulling her shirt over her head.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Relax, Montana, I'm just going to help you so you don't hurt yourself. Besides, I've seen you naked before."

"Well that was…that was….before…and…" she wanted to argue more, but she was tired and hurt and he was already nearly done, "Don't look."

His eyes met hers as he pulled off her last piece of clothing, "I'm not doing this to make you uncomfortable…or to get a cheap thrill."

Lindsay swallowed, words getting caught in her throat, "I know."

He nodded and then she was being lifted. He carried her to the showers, adjusting the water and then lowering her to the floor, "I'll be right outside. Call me when you're done."

She nodded and he backed away, leaving her there thinking that the water wasn't nearly as warm and comforting as his body.

Outside of the showers, Danny clenched his hands together and cursed his stupidity for the thousandth time.

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He heard the water shut off a moment before she called for him. He was ready, towel in hand, to wrap her up and carry her back to the bench.

"I think…I'm good from here," she said, but then groaned as she tried to stand.

"Sit down," he said, heading for her locker and opening it, "I'll help you get dressed, and then I'm taking you to a hospital. I don't care what Hawkes says, you need those ribs x-rayed."

"I don't want…"

"Well, you're going. I'm not going to risk you hurting yourself worse or…." He paused, "Listen I know you don't really want to be near me now, and I don't blame you. I don't want to fucking be near me, but I'm going to get you checked out. Once I'm sure you're okay I'll leave you alone."

"Damn it, Danny," Lindsay said, getting to her feet despite her injuries, "I don't want you to leave me alone. Don't you get it? I don't want less or you, I want more of you. I want a sustained amount of you without you running off or getting scared or god knows what. That's what I want."

"I want to do that, Lindsay, I do, I just…I don't know how. I've always run away. I don't make good decisions."

"Well then you better start," Lindsay said, "or I really will want you to leave me alone."

Danny nodded, "I want to. I really do. Can I…can I take you home?"

She nodded, "Okay…okay, but, uh, hospital first."

"Damn it, Montana," he said, leaning down to helping her dress, "Stop being so tough."

She smiled, "I will if you will."

He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against hers for a minute, "Yeah, okay….okay."