Author's Note: Wanted to say a real fast THANK YOU to everybody that's been readin' and reviewin'. Last chapter...oh, and before I forget. This is for Jess, who sent me an anonymous review-

"Fiesta" is what they call the ship for Flack and Stella. I have no idea why it's Fiesta, I've also seen Stack, but I prefer Fiesta, 'cause hey, who doesn't love a party:) Plus, M&Ms and a Fiesta go so well together ;)

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CHAPTER EIGHT

Stella, Lindsay, Hawkes and Jessica waited anxiously on the platform. Once they had found out what was happening, Stella and Lindsay both wanted to go after Adam and Mac, but Hawkes convinced them to stay back. It took a lot of convincing, though. Then Adam came running down the tunnel. “Hawkes! Call 911! They’re alive, but Flack needs medical attention right now!” There was service on the platform, and Hawkes dialed instantly. Adam dropped to the platform, breathing heavily. He was just a little out of shape. Jessica knelt by his side, keeping an eye on him.

Stella and Lindsay ignored the order to stay back now and jumped onto the track. “I don’t see anything,” Lindsay said.

Stella pointed. “Look!”

Mac Taylor was coming down the tunnel, Flack’s arm limply over his shoulder. On his other side was Danny, bearing Flack’s other arm and half the weight. Lindsay and Stella met the three men halfway. Stella shouldered Flack’s arm from Danny, and Danny threw his arms tiredly around his fiancée. “Danny, I’m so sorry.”

“For what?” he asked tiredly.

“For even thinking about calling off our wedding. For getting into an argument. I spent all this time thinking that if...if the last conversation I ever had with you was a fight, that I’d...”

He tipped her chin up to face him. “I thought about you every second I was in there,” he said. “I love you. Promise me that as soon as Flack gets outta the hospital you’ll marry me?”

“In a heartbeat,” Lindsay replied. “Speaking of the hospital. Get going.”

Danny gave her a serious look. “Don’t make me go alone.”

She latched onto his hand. “I’m not leaving you. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Good.” Danny squeezed her hand back. “You're my hero, Montana.”

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Stella wouldn’t let go of Flack’s hand. From the ambulance until they checked him over and put him on the hospital bed, she never let go. But thank God, her fiancé was going to be fine. Jessica was grabbing something to drink from down the hallway. The doctor came in and pronounced the good news- that Flack would be fine. The oxygen mask would clear him right up again, and he would be back to normal in a day or two.

She was half asleep when he opened his eyes and squeezed her fingers. “I’m losing circulation, Stel,” he whispered.

Stella opened her beautiful green eyes and smiled. “Hi,” she whispered. Tears filled her eyes. “Aw, Stel, don’t do that,” Flack protested softly, reaching up to flick the tears away. “What’s the matter?”

She smiled. “Nothing. Everything is fine.”

“You’re still gonna marry me, right?” Flack asked worriedly.

Stella laughed. Music to Flack’s ears. “Yes, I am,” she said.

Jessica Anders popped her head in the doorway. “Hey, kiddo,” Flack said. The teenager came in and wrapped her arms around the detective. What is it with the women I love not wanting me to breathe? Flack joked to himself, figuring Stella wouldn't appreciate the humor. Not now, anyway.

“I was so scared,” Jessica whispered. “You’re the closest thing to a dad I’ve got.”

Dad. Flack smiled. He liked that. “I love you, kid,” he told her. He looked at Stella over Jess’s shoulder. “Love you, too,” he said.

She smiled. “Love you back,” she replied. She grinned. "So-since we seem to keep ending up in the hospital...what would you say to having our wedding in the hospital chapel?"

Flack grimaced. "Not even funny."

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Danny Messer lay awake. Lindsay was resting by his side. The past two days had been taxing on her, he could tell. She looked peaceful right now, though. He ran a hand through her hair and realized just how lucky he was. The doctor had pronounced him fine, but wanted to keep both him and Flack for observation. Everyone’s relatives had been called so that they knew the wedding was still on. Lindsay’s parents and sister were flying in, they’d be there in about a week. Danny knew Lindsay wanted her mother there to help with wedding details.

He mentally berated himself, as he knew Mac would, about not calling for backup and going after DeVant and Flack alone, but he was going to shoulder that burden. It was funny, how in the dark that he'd been the one coming to rescue Flack, but Flack ended up saving him from passing out, and then Mac saved the both of them. Weird world. There would be reports to file, court cases to schedule, evidence to process. But none of that mattered. First he’d get through his wedding, make Lindsay Mrs. Daniel Messer.

Lindsay stirred. She looked up at Danny. The two of them simply watched each other for a few moments. “I love you,” Lindsay said.

“I love you too, Montana,” Danny replied.

It was the last thing the two of them said to each other before drifting off to sleep.

Fin.

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Author's Note II: I know, I know, it ended REALLY short. BUT- look for "You Are Cordially Invited..." which should be out within a few days. Nothing but fluffiness, white dresses, roses, rings...