Lindsay was attempting to leave Danny's apartment in a hurry, she had been late three times this week and was not making it a forth. It wasn't uncommon for her to stay here, she had enough of her stuff here to last a lifetime. Danny had been working a double and was not off for another ten hours, she was actually excited to go to work and see him. When he wasn't around her for longer then a couple hours she counted the minutes until she'd see him again.

Grabbing her keys from the bowl by Danny's front door she knocked a picture frame over, trying desperately to grab it before it fell to the floor, she tripped and fell just as hard landing in some fresh broken glass.

'Damnit!' She exclaimed at the fresh cut on the palm of her hand. Gasping through clenched teeth she got up and walked to Danny's kitchen grabbing a towel along the way. With her free hand she pulled her cell out of her coat pocket and dialed a familiar number.

'Messer?' He answers with enthusiasm in his tone.

'I'm going to be late for the fourth goddamn day in a row.' She snapped.

'Good morning Lindsay.' He replied, Lindsay could hear the smile in his voice.

'Good? No. I have to go to the hospital and get stitches so I'm going to be really late. Can you tell Mac?' She said running her hand under the sink, hissing at the pain in the process.

'Whoa, whoa... stitches? What happened?'

'Just my usual clumsy self, I knocked over a picture frame, fell and landed on some glass. I'm fine, it's just ruining my morning.' She paused then blurted out in anger, 'I can't do this anymore!'

'Do what, Linds?' Danny was concerned. Do what anymore?

'Sorry, I'm just bitchy.' She said trying to take his mind off of her last sentence.

'No, what's up?'

'This, I can't stay here all the time. My routine is shot! I can't make it to work on time, my stuff isn't here. I'm just so... augh... frustrated.' She sat down on his couch and nursed her hand in Danny's towel. 'I'm sorry. My hand just hurts.' She let out an audible sigh.

'You could just move in?' He said without thinking.

'Are we having this conversation again? I told you, I'm not ready.' She was grumpy and sounded meaner then she intended.

'Alright, alright.' He said with a chuckle at her grumpy mood. 'But you know, you don't have to stay everyday, you do have you're own apartment, it even has all of your own stuff in it.' Hearing Lindsay letting out an audible sigh from this sarcasm, he rolled his eyes and continued, 'Listen, I'm going to talk to Mac and tell him that you've come down with something. Take the day. Relax, I'll be home tonight we can talk, OR we can go to your place. Just take a breather? Alright?' Danny did his best to calm Lindsay, she sounded on the verge of tears.

'No, I can't, I have too much work to do.' A tear escaped her eyes, she was exhausted.

'So what? I got this Montana. Just relax, you're work will still be here tomorrow. Now, get those stitches and go home and get some sleep, you sound exhausted.' His tone was mellow and comforting.

'Yeah, you're right. Thanks baby, call me later alright?' She said, bringing a smile to her face. Even in his absence he could still make her smile.

'I will, remember... relax. I love you.' He said as he got in to his truck, working a double he finally got a break and was heading home in desperate need of a shower and a change of clothes.

'Love you too, talk to you later.' She said, ending the phone call.

'Alright.' She said to herself as she stood up and picked up her bag and keys and went to the door with the towel still wrapped around her cut hand.

Reaching the handle to open the door, she heard someone on the other side, suddenly it flew open making her jump backwards. A large man in black leather jacket entered, Lindsay moved back as quick as she could all while reaching for her gun. The large man reached her first and grabbed her by the hair, taking the gun from her holster and pushing it into the small of her back.

'Ah, got me a little lady.' The man whispered in her ear.

'Let me go! Who are you?' She said reaching her hands up to his hand in his hair, trying to relieve the pressure.

'Whoa, calm down princess, I'm not here for you, but this is nice surprise.' With his free hand he reached around and ran his fingers between her legs. Her body shook with fear, she tried to pull away, but with no where to go, he pulled his hand up her stomach to her breasts and squeezed them uncomfortably. Feeling her hair rip in his fingers, her body trembled with fear.

'Don't fucking touch me, you pig!' she screeched, as she turned and attempted to scratch his face with her nails. Breaking his flesh he let go of her hair.

'Ah you bitch!' He said as he threw a punch to her stomach and once again into her chest. She doubled in pain and gasped for as the air left her lungs. Grabbing her by the hair again he pulled her up to face him. 'That wasn't very lady like you stupid bitch!' He screamed as he back handed her across the face hard enough to split her lip.

'Ah!' Lindsay yelled out as he punched her again, this time bringing her to his knees. 'Stop! Please, what do you want?' She yelled tasting blood on her tongue.

Leaning down over her he pulled her chin up to meet his face. "I'll ask the questions, is that clear?' Lindsay nodded in reply. 'Good.' He said as he pulled her head back again by the hair, as Lindsay let a whimper escape her lips. 'Now where is that Messer piece of shit?'

'I don't know.' She asked.

'Don't lie to me bitch!' He screamed pulling her close.

'I don't... know. He's working, he could be anywhere. Who are you?' Bringing his hand down across her face again.

'You don't listen do you? I said I'll ask the questions. I think I should teach you a lesson.' He said as he pulled her across the floor and threw her on the couch.

'Ah, No! Stop, help! Please, someone help me!' She screamed as he pulled her head close and pushed the gun into her temple.

'Keep quiet, ya hear?' He sounded evil. His eyes were dead, Lindsay let a single tear roll down her cheek as she once again nodded, breathing deeply as fear tortured her heart.

Letting go of her hair, Lindsay struggled silently as he reached down taking both of her arms and pinning them above her head. Pinning her to the couch with his heavy body, Lindsay struggled to breath and struggled out of his reach.

'Mmm... I love when they fight back.' He said in a sinister tone as he licked Lindsay's cheek.

'Please? Please don't do this!' Lindsay said as tears ran down her cheeks.

With one hand he ripped open her shirt, with the other he held the gun to her temple. 'You taste sweet. Messer is a lucky man, but not for long.' He said as he moved down Lindsay's body to her pants and ripped them open, Lindsay squeezed her eyes shut.

'Come on baby, don't you want to watch me fuck you?' He laughed. Tears stung her eyes. She was trapped. She couldn't move under his large frame, and the gun hurt as he pushed against her skull.

'Who are you?' Lindsay said as her voice began to crack. Lifting the gun he brought it down across her face as blood dripped into her mouth, it took her a moment to recover from the blow, she felt blood dripping down her face.

'I said no questions, you stupid cow.' He leaned close so Lindsay could feel his breath on her cheek, 'Am I clear?' Lindsay once again nodded in agreement as tears fell freely down her face.

'Good.' Moving to his own pants, he unzipped his fly. 'Girl, you're going to feel good.' He licked his lips as he pulled the zipper open. Without thinking Lindsay lifted her body and with all the strength in her, she kneed him as hard as she could. He screamed out in pain dropping the gun to Lindsay's side. Grabbing the gun she kicked him off of her small frame.

'GET UP! GET UP YOU PIECE OF SHIT!' Lindsay screamed as she stood over him gun in hand.

'Oh is that how it is?' He said, nursing the pain between his legs.

'Yeah that's how it is. Get your piece of shit off my floor.' Reaching to the side table she grabbed the phone and started dialing. 'This is Detective Monroe, I need backup at 87th street and...' The man lunged at her and knocked her down. Without dropping the gun she heard the gun fire. As he reached up her arms and fought to the gun.

Yelling out in pain as he punched and kneed her body, she fought for her life. Bringing the gun down she hit him across the top of the head, he shook off the pain and continued to struggle. 'You bitch!' He yelled as blood rushed down his face.

Pulling the gun to his chest pulled the trigger. She felt his body stiffen above her, she pulled again, this time he reached out pulling her hand away as the shots rang out. Pulling the gun back around she hit him across the face once again, seeing blood spread across his chest.

Rolling out from under him she kept the gun aimed at his head and pulled herself up. Holding her stomach where he had hit her, she watched as he gasped for breath.

'I'm gonna kill you, slut!' He said between heavy breaths unable to move.

'Yeah, I'd like to see that trick fucker!' Lindsay said with a small grin on her lips.

Suddenly Lindsay felt another presence in the room and turned quickly aiming the fun, before she fired she saw who was there and her heart dropped to the floor.

Danny stood with a look of shock across his face, his gun in his hand at his side, his face was pale.

'Lindsay? What...are you... what?' He said between gasps bringing his hand to his chest he pulled back and realized he was bleeding. Lindsay walked towards him turning her aim back to the man laying on the ground before them.

'Danny?' She said cautiously as he backed against the wall.

'What...' he said looking up at Lindsay, 'Linds?' Air leaving his lungs as he slid down the wall behind him blood following him to the ground.

'Danny!' She yelled as she ran towards him, pulling his chin towards her, ignoring the blistering pain in her own body. 'Danny! Oh god!' She said reaching into his pocket and pulling out his cell phone as his breathing became more labored. She called 9-1-1 as she held onto his hand. Looking behind her she saw that the man was now unconscious, hoping he was dead she turned back to Danny and waited for the ambulance and police.

'Are you... ah... ok? Who... was that?' Danny said between hard gasps.

'He was looking for you, I had to fought him off, he was going to kill me... I'm so sorry Danny. I'm sorry!' She said holding her hands on the gapping wound on his chest.

'What did... he do.. to you?' He said with tears in his eyes. Forgetting about her own injuries she brought a hand up to her cheek to find a gash across it with blood still flowing from it.

'I'm ok... I kicked his ass. I think he's dead. Help is on the way, Dan.' She smiled, once again checking behind her to make sure that son-of-a-bitch is down for the count.

'I'm sorry.' He said squeezing his eyes shut against the pain. 'I had to... change, I wasn't gonna come home... I just had to change. What about your hand? You need stitches... I should have come home sooner... I'm sorry.' He was babbling, he wasn't sure what he was talking about or why he was talking. His breathing suddenly became more labored, struggling he continued. 'I should have come home... sooner. I'm sorry, you need stitches.'

'Danny? Just concentrate on breathing, ok? Just stay with me.' Lindsay said opening cell and dialing a different number, all while holding her hand over the wound on Danny's chest.

'Taylor' He answer promptly.

'Mac! He's shot, I shot him... someone... someone was trying to kill me I shot him!' Lindsay was frantic.

'Lindsay? Calm down, shot who? What's going on?' Mac said trying to understand her.

'Danny! I shot Danny! I didn't mean to. There was a man here he was trying to rape me I fought him off and I fired my gun, I killed him and I hit Danny. He's loosing a lot of blood. Oh god!' Tears ran down her face as Danny's eyes began to close.

'No Danny! Danny stay with me, ambulance is on the way, please Danny, just hold on!' She slapping his cheek trying to wake him.

'Can't... Linds...' His mouth barely moved, his voice was weak.

'Lindsay?' She heard come from the phone that she dropped trying to keep Danny conscious.

'I'm here Mac, he's loosing a lot of blood. I think the man is dead, I shot him.'

'Ok, we're on the way, we'll be there soon. Just hold on, keep Danny awake.'

'Yeah, yeah... ok.' Lindsay said dropping the phone again and holding Danny's chest wound. Blood flowed freely over her fingers as she talked to Danny, making sure his eyes stayed open.

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