Lindsay had never wanted to be the kind of girl who went crazy anytime her boyfriend even talked to another girl. She'd known girls like that, and she'd seen how their relationships had been ruined by the lack of trust on the girl's part. So that was why Lindsay never freaked out whenever a lab tech got a little flirty with her husband or when he got looks from women on the subway. She was okay with it because she trusted Danny and she knew he wouldn't do anything to screw up their relationship. Not again, at least.

However, Lindsay couldn't deny how relieved she felt when Danny had told her the night before that it was a mistake for him to go to lunch with Marissa. Even though she had said it was okay for him to go to lunch, she really hated the fact that he was with another woman. The entire time he was gone, she had been distracted, wondering what Marissa was wearing, wondering what they had been talking about. Lindsay knew she was probably just a little jealous of the fact that Danny and Marissa shared a past, but in the back of her mind, she couldn't stop thinking there was something a bit off about the woman.

It didn't matter anymore, though. After all, Danny had said that he didn't want to see Marissa again. He hadn't told Lindsay what had happened at lunch, but she didn't really care. As long as it meant Marissa wouldn't be around, she was happy.

The only problem was that apparently Marissa was still around.

The first think Lindsay saw when she stepped off the elevator was Marissa, sitting at Danny's desk, waiting. Lindsay could feel her good mood start to vanish.

"So," Lindsay said as she stepped into the office, "instead of delivering flowers, you're delivering yourself?"

Marissa gave her a fake smile before responding with, "Well, it's nice to see you, too."

"What the hell are you doing here?" Lindsay asked.

"What do you think? I'm here to see your husband," Marissa answered.

"He doesn't want to see you."

Marissa laughed before standing up and walking over to Lindsay.

"Oh sweetie, he wants to see me. I'm sure of it," she said, smiling down at Lindsay, "By the way, I really want to know, have you talked to Rikki lately? I didn't know if you two liked to get together and swap stories about Danny."

Lindsay felt her blood turn to ice at the mention of Rikki's name. What made it worse was the fact that her name was spoken from Marissa's mouth, something that definitely just wasn't right.

"How do you know about Rikki?" Lindsay asked, trying hard to stay calm.

"Danny told me yesterday. He told me a lot of things. In fact, I'll bet he told me more things than he's ever told you."

Lindsay wanted to slap the evil smile right off of Marissa's face. She thought back to high school and she remembered when girls would get into fights over guys. Back then, she hadn't understood what would cause those two girls to get into a fight in the first place. Now, Lindsay understood how those girls felt, and if she weren't at the place she worked, she was almost positive that she would have started a fight with Marissa. Lindsay took a deep breath, keeping herself calm so she didn't start something.

"Just stay away from my husband," she said, her voice full of venom as she began to walk away.

She heard Marissa say something to her as she left, but she was to angry to even focus on what she said. And the worst part was that she didn't know who she was more angry with---Marissa for showing up, or Danny for sharing private information.

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Lindsay wasn't able to see Danny until she got home that night, which was probably a good thing for him since she had time to cool off a bit from that morning. So instead of just walking into their apartment and slapping him across the face, she decided to wait.

All through dinner, Danny could tell there was something wrong. Whenever he asked her what was going on, she said she wanted to wait until Lucy was put to bed for them to talk about it. That was when he knew it had to have been something he did. The only time Lindsay said she wanted to wait after the baby was asleep was when she was planning on yelling at him. The reason she waited was because she refused, no matter how mad she was, to fight in front of Lucy, which Danny of course agreed with. The only problem this time was that Danny had no idea what he could have done wrong. Normally, he knew exactly what he'd done, but this time, he couldn't think of a single thing, and that scared him a little.

After the dishes were cleaned and Lucy was put to bed, Danny finally went to join his wife on the couch. He could tell by the look on her face that whatever was bothering her was very serious.

"What's goin' on, Linds?" he asked. He watched as Lindsay played with her wedding band, trying to figure out what to say. When Lindsay finally looked at him, he could see pain in her eyes. He tried to take her hand to comfort her, but she pulled it away.

"Marissa came by the lab today and talked to me." As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Danny tried to speak, but Lindsay motioned for him not to. She wanted to continue. "She knew about Rikki. She knows what you did with Rikki! How the hell would she know about that? The only people who know about it are you, me, and Rikki herself. Why the hell would you tell Marissa?!"

Danny had been expecting to have Lindsay tell him that he had forgotten to pay the bills or that she was annoyed with for leaving the toilet seat up all the time. He definitely had not been expecting this. And how could he have expected this? He hadn't told Marissa anything.

"Lindsay, honey, I didn't say anything to her. You know I wouldn't do that!"

She wanted to believe him, she really did. However, she couldn't get over the fact that only three people knew about him cheating on her, and Lindsay knew that neither her or Rikki would have told Marissa, so that only left Danny. It had to have been him who told, which meant he was lying straight to her face.

Lindsay sighed as she looked down at her lap for a couple of seconds, then she looked up and into Danny's eyes.

"Danny, I love you," she told him, trying to fight back tears, "but I don't believe you."