Once again, I must begin by apologizing for going dark for about the past month and a half. This story has been on my mind since 6.13 aired, but this is the first opportunity I've had to write it out. Not to make excuses, but schoolwork + muse that alternates between beating me over the head with an idea and running away for extended periods of time + having to translate quick bulletpoint notes into a fully fleshed-out story = bad combination for fics coming out quickly.

Moving on: this one is a bit of speculation based on the end of 6.13 and the fingerprints belonging to one Shane Casey that were on Danny's dog tags (seriously, who saw that one coming????!!!!!) This story is actually my first foray into a multi-chapter fic and is a bit of a departure from my usually fluffy stories, so be warned!!!!!!

Enjoy?


Aftermath

"What the hell were you thinking Danny? Your badge has been missing for close to a month now, and you never told me? And then you find out that Shane Casey's fingerprints were on your dog tags that were taken at the same time? You tell me how I'm supposed to react to that!!"

Danny had been called into Mac's office five minutes ago, and as he approached his boss's office, he could tell that he was angry. He quickly thought of what he could have done to piss off Mac so badly, and then he caught sight of Lindsay, sitting hunched over on the couch in Mac's office.

Danny knew exactly what was going on.

"Look Mac, I was gonna tell you, but…"

"What, when you finally found your badge, or were you going to wait until Casey handed it back to you personally? Right now, I don't really care about what you intended to do Danny, because you didn't do it. I'm confining you to the lab until we figure out what the hell is going on here. Give me your gun."

Danny shot a quick glance at Lindsay, who was avoiding her husband's gaze, before taking his holster and gun off his belt and dropping it on Mac's desk. Without a second glance to either his wife or his boss, Danny stormed back to the office he shared with Lindsay.

Pacing around the room in an attempt to calm himself down, though it didn't seem to be working as his fists continued to clench and unclench in quick succession, he saw Lindsay sheepishly approaching the office. He continued to pace as she stepped into the office and stood in front of the door, watching him move back and forth across the small floor like a caged animal. She dared to speak first.

"Danny, something needed to be said. It's been nearly a month, and there's no way to know what Shane Casey is gonna do. We need help."

"I had this covered, I was handling it all by myself. You had no right to say anything to Mac!" Danny finally stopped and faced Lindsay, and he watched as her face set with anger and determination.

"What is this "I" crap? I did have a right to say something to Mac, because we're married and this isn't just about you anymore, or me for that matter. Don't you even remember what happened the last time Shane Casey was around here, he framed Sheldon for murder, who knows what he'll do next!"

Uninterested in having this argument anymore because he couldn't get past the betrayal he felt, Danny turned his back to Lindsay and coldly told her, "Go home Lindsay. I'll see you and Lucy at home after my shift is done in a couple of hours."

Though they were still across the room from one another, Lindsay felt as though she had been slapped across the face by Danny's words. She left as quickly as possible, not wanting Danny to see the tears that had sprung up in her eyes.

Hearing the door close once again, Danny walked over to his desk and pounded his fist on the glass tabletop before collapsing in his chair.


Twenty minutes later, Danny was working on case reports when his cell phone rang. Quickly glancing at the display, he saw "Linds Cell" and let out a heavy sigh. Though he had calmed down some and felt badly for the way he had dismissed her, Danny still wasn't ready to talk.

"Look Lindsay, I don't want to talk about this right now. I already said I'd see you at home, so what do you want?"

"Now Danny, that's no way to talk to your lovely wife."

Danny's blood turned to ice as he recognized the voice on the other end of the phone.


OK, who wants to hurt me right now?

Thanks for reading!!!!