This started out as a CSI : NY fanfic but died a quick death. This is all my muse would let me write.

Danny sat in the living room strumming quietly on his guitar. Lindsay was asleep in the bedroom and he didn’t want to wake her. She’d been out until about 4 am at a scene. Today was technically their day off, but they were both on call. Lindsay had first call and Danny had second. He paused his strumming when he thought he heard something in the bedroom. Suddenly he heard Lindsay’s feet hit the floor and rush to the bathroom. Something about that just didn’t sound right, Danny thought. Then he heard her retching in the bathroom.

“What’s the matter, baby?â€?

“Migraine.â€?

Danny got her cleaned up. Had her brush her own teeth. Then put her back to bed.

Danny picked up the phone and dialed Mac.