Author's Note: Hello readers. So, some of you might know me as the author of the House/Cameron fanfiction Meant to Be, which I will hopefully update soon. I'm having a bit of a writer's block for them since the show is giving nothing to work with — can't wait for it to come back though. After seeing the previews for the next episode ("Right Next Door") of CSI: New York (yet another show I'm addicted to), I have become inspired to write a fanfiction for Danny and Lindsay, since I can write out scenarios with them that can't be done for House and Cameron. Hope you guys enjoy it!
"I've fallen in love with you," Lindsay practiced to herself whilst standing in front of the mirror as she fixed her bangs. With a frustrated sigh, she planted her hands on either side of the sink and leaned in to face her reflection. "Get it together, Monroe. How hard is it to tell a guy you love him? Just go over there and tell him." She gave herself an encouraging nod and walked out of her bathroom. Grabbing her keys and her bag, she walked out of her apartment and into a cool New York evening.
Moments later, she reached the entrance to Danny's apartment building. Luckily for her, someone was on their way out as she came up the steps. As she got into the elevator, Lindsay's heart started pounding in her ears. She hadn't been this nervous since she had to go back to Bozeman to testify against her childhood friends' murderer. Breathing in and out, she tried to calm herself down the best she could, hoping that Danny wouldn't be notice how nervous she was when she saw him. The elevator dinged as she reached his floor, and she walked out with determination. It was time to let him know just how she really felt about him.
Perhaps it was the fact that she was preoccupied with her thoughts that she didn't notice the fact that Rikki's door was open. With her back to the opened door, she raised her hand to knock on Danny's door. Just as her fist was about to touch the wood, she heard his voice coming from behind her. She turned around, a bit confused about what to do. It was understandable for him to be in Rikki's apartment. Lindsay knew that Ruben's death had hit Danny really hard; and even though she tried to get him to open up about it, he refused to be comforted. Maybe Rikki was the only person who could help him. Not wanting to intrude, Lindsay started to leave but something caused to look back through the slight opening in the doorway. Danny and Rikki were embracing each other with their faces close together. As their lips slowly drew closer together, an involuntary gasp came from Lindsay's mouth. Afraid that she'd be discovered, she quickly ran back to the elevator doors and frantically pushed the down button. Tears were welling up in her eyes, blurring her vision; but she heard the elevator doors open and she rushed in, hid on one side and pushed the button for the ground floor. The doors shut, and she thought she heard someone call her name but she couldn't be sure. As soon as the doors opened to the ground floor, she hurried outside and disappeared around the corner as fast as she could.
Instead of going home, Lindsay ended up at Stella's new apartment. She knocked on Stella's door as calmly as she could, her breath uneven from holding back the sobs. Stella opened her door as soon as she saw Lindsay's tearful face through the peephole. Without a word, she gathered Lindsay into her arms and drew her into the apartment.
Danny slowly returned to Rikki's apartment, panting slightly. Once he had heard the gasp coming from the hallway, he had instantly pulled back and looked. He had caught a brief glimpse of Lindsay's short, dark blond hair before she disappeared. With a mumbled apology to Rikki, he dashed after her; but she had too much of a head start and the elevators door were almost closed by the time he got to the hallway. He called out her name and sprinted to the emergency staircase to try and catch her. When he had reached the ground floor, the elevator was empty and she was nowhere to be seen. He had run outside to see if she was still nearby, but all he saw was an elderly gentleman with his small dog.
"I'm sorry," Rikki said, as Danny walked back in. "I hope she knows that nothing happened."
"If she hadn't made a noise, something probably would have happened. I don't know what came over me." Danny sat on the couch and put his head in his hands. First, Ruben's death, and now this. Yet another black mark against him.
"It would have been nothing more than two people who are hurting trying to find some kind of comfort. You're a good guy, Danny. You would have stopped it before it had gotten too far."
"Thanks for saying so," Danny replied. He lifted his head and looked at Rikki. "I better go. I have an early shift tomorrow, and I need to call her." He got up from the couch and headed across the hall towards his apartment.
"Danny," Rikki called gently. He turned around. "You need to forgive yourself. I know it wasn't your fault. It's time for you to let go of your guilt." With that, she closed the door behind him, leaving him alone in the hallway.
Danny exited the elevators onto the crime lab floor with trepidation. He had left numerous messages on Lindsay's home phone and cell phone asking her to call him back, but he hadn't gotten any response. He hadn't slept well, and it showed. He wasn't sure what he was going to say; but one thing was for sure: he didn't want to lose her.