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"So what did he say when he saw what had happened to his tie?" Lindsay sat back in her chair, arching her back, trying to work the muscles that seemed to have frozen.

Danny laughed out loud, the image of Flack and his ruined tie coming unbidden to his mind. "He almost went ape shit on the guy. I think it took two of our guys to keep him back." He was referring to the incident earlier that day, during which Danny and Flack had been chasing a suspect down one of the streets. The guy had skidded round one of the corners, managing to keep his balance on the recently rain-slicked floor, but Flack hadn't been so lucky - he'd slipped in a puddle and had ended up crashing into a recently painted shop window - leaving his tie ruined.

As both Danny and Lindsay sank into fits of giggles, the man himself turned up, tie-less, for probably the first time in his life. He did not look happy. As he walked past, he saw the two occupants trying to smother their giggles, and he paused, scowling through the glass. That just made it worse. Sighing he entered the room, knowing that he'd have to endure the comments at some point.

"You alright Flack? You look different." Lindsay said, still giggling.

"Shut it, Monroe. How'd you know anyway? Or is that a daft question?" He asked as he glared at his best friend, who was trying his hardest to keep an innocent look on his face and failing. "I happened to really like that tie."

"Flack, please, it was hideous. Besides weren't you moaning last week about needed a new one? Now you have an excuse to buy one."

"Well, he doesn't have to buy a new one, I think the paint did the job for him and created a whole new look." Danny cracked up as he pictured the once purple tie spotted with yellow paint.

Glaring at the two perpetrators, both of whom were laughing hysterically, Flack scowled. "Right, now you're in for in Messer." He leapt at Danny, knocking them both to the floor, which caused Lindsay to laugh even harder.

"Wow, didn't know you guys had it in you." All three occupants in the room looked up to see an amused Hawkes stood in the doorway. Flack sheepishly climbed off Danny, and Lindsay managed to get her laughter under control. Hawkes continued "Linds, Mac wants to see you in his office. Sounded mysterious."

"What? A break from paperwork? No fair! Why does he never call me into his office?" Danny exclaimed, whilst Lindsay got up from her no so comfy chair, sticking her tongue out at him in the process. Smoothing her clothes down, she asked "Is it to do with the Macmillan case?"

"I dunno, he wouldn't say. By the way Flack, sorry about the tie." Hawkes answered, also trying to contain his laughter (he didn't want to end up on the floor like Danny), and stepped back to let her through the door. Before walking off, she smirked through the glass once more, before walking down the corridor towards their boss' office.

After she'd gone, Hawkes went back to catch up on his own paperwork, and Flack had gone to find Stella about interrogating a suspect, whilst Danny found himself alone in his office once more. Once he'd finished, he sat back in his chair, groaning at the still huge pile of paperwork on his desk. "Its not fun when there's no distraction." he mused to himself, before picking up his pen and immersing himself in a case once more.

Lindsay knocked on the glass door to Mac's office, waiting until he beckoned her in before entering. Since he was on the phone, he indicated that she should sit and wait until he'd finished his call. She chose the comfy arm chair in front of his desk, and amused herself his one of the photos on his desk. It was of the whole team at Cosy's, the bar where Mac played the bass on Wednesday nights. Mac and Stella were in the middle, with Flack, Angell and Sid to their left, and with Hawkes, Adam, Danny and Lindsay to the right. It had been one of those moments where they'd all had the night off and were all in need of some cheering up, not that you could tell by the photo - all of them were smiling and laughing. It had turned out to be a great night.

She came back to earth as she heard Mac put the phone down and smiled at him, wondering what she was doing here.

"Hey Mac, Hawkes said you wanted to see me?"

Mac studied his youngest CSI. Recently she'd regained the sparkle in her eye that she'd lost after returning to Montana, and she was as determined and as ready as ever. Mac felt a certain protectiveness over her, like she was his daughter, and so hesitated before he spoke.

Lindsay, being as perceptive as she usually was, noticed this. "Mac, is everything ok?"

"Lindsay, the phone call I just had was from Bozeman PD."

Lindsay's body tensed, and every part of her body went onto alert mode. "Why, what happened?"

Again Mac hesitated. "Mac just tell me. Whats going on?" She couldn't hide the note of desperation and pleading in her voice.

"Lindsay have you spoken to your parents recently?"

Lindsay frowned at the sudden change of topic, until something clicked in her brain. "No not for a couple of weeks, why, are they ok? Did something happen to them?!"

Mac could see that she was getting agitated about her family's sense of wellbeing, so he was quick to reassure her. "No they're both fine."

"Then what is going on?" Mac could see the steel glint in her eye, like the one she had whenever she was questioning a suspect, and knew that she wouldn't give in until she got some answers, even if he didn't want to give them to her.

"The Detective I was speaking to told me that your parents have reported at least 3 break-ins in the last month alone, and yesterday, they found a note at the scene. A threatening note."

"What did it say?"

"I don't know the specifics, but all the detective told me is that whoever left the note knows all about them, and that soon they will get what is coming to them. Obviously, the Bozeman PD are taking this seriously, especially since both of your parents have reported that they feel they are being followed."

"Oh my god, why didn't they tell me?"

"We aren't entirely sure yet, but we do know that it isn't safe for your parents there at the moment. So, the PD out there recommended that they come here, to New York, to stay with you until the issue is resolved. They arrive tomorrow, as do your brother and sister, who have also been left threatening notes. They can either stay with you or can stay at a hotel, that is up to you."

Lindsay sank back in her chair, hands over her face as she tried to absorb the information she'd just been told. Mac watched her sadly - she'd already been through so much that she didn't need this. Especially as he had worse news yet to come.

"But why are they coming here? Surely it would make more sense to send them a bit closer to home. Don't get me wrong, its not that I don't want to see them but…why here? Why New York?"

Mac took a deep breath. "Lindsay, we figured it would be safer to keep the family together."

Lindsay narrowed her eyes as she heard her boss' voice catch. "Why? What aren't you telling me?"

Mac broke his eye contact briefly, staring at the photo on his desk, before returning his gaze to hers. "The note found at you're parents house didn't just indicate them. It indicated you as well."

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