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Danny's Disappearance
Danny has disappeared and Lindsay is worried. What will happen when blood spatter from a case comes back as Danny's?
Danny walked to school like any other day but today was different, Lindsay was home. Lindsay was the cutest girl in third grade and Danny had a huge crush on her. Lindsay liked to talk to Danny but because he is the only person that isn't from New York. Lindsay's interest isn't in Danny though, but in Don, the coolest kid of fourth grade.
"Hey Dan, how's it going today?" Adam asked. Adam, Don, Mac, and Danny are the gang of the elementary school. Mac is in fifth grade and Adam is in second.
"Ok Adam, but Linds is back from Montana. I'm so happy to see her."
"Aren't we all?" Mac asked patting his friend on the back.
"Sort ah." Don came over and joined them.
"Why?" Danny asked.
"She doesn't like me anymore."
"I'm sorry bud. Do you know why?" Mac asked.
"No, she won't talk to me. She gave me a note, here read it." Don handed it to Mac.
Don, sorry. I do not want to be your girl friend any more. Lindsay
"Sad!" Danny exclaimed.
Later
"Danny!" Lindsay yelled. They were now sixteen and she had just returned from Montana again. The two of them had been close since they were in third grade.
"Hey, how was Montana?"
"Good! I miss my dad but he had business. Of course, I couldn't even talk to him. Stupid congress had to meet."
"Congress is what gives up freedoms. Don't call them stupid."
"I know I just want to see my dad."
"I understand. I wish I could ever see my dad again."
"I'm sorry if what I say offends you."
"That's fine. So, what's up?"
"Do you have a date for prom?"
"No, why?"
"Will you go with me?"
"Linds, I…I wasn't really going to go to prom."
"Why?" Lindsay asked. She now had his left hand and held it to her cheek.
"I don't dance."
"Oh, ok."
"If you just want me to escort you, I will."
"Good, do you want me to see my dress?"
Lindsay woke-up from the day dream she was having when the results from the test she ran of the blood from the shirt of the victim.
"Danny? Danny Messer?" Lindsay looked shocked for a few minutes before going down to Mac's office. Mac and Stella were talking when Lindsay walked in.
"Mac, there's something wrong with this. The case just seems wrong," Stella explained. Her voice sounded worried.
"The results of the blood came back. It's Danny's." Lindsay's voice cracked when she talked. Danny had been missing for two months. The people on the Without a Trace team had been down but they had no luck. They left after a month, declaring him dead.
"His blood means he might still be alive," Mac said enthused.
"Or dead!" Lindsay started to sob. Stella gave Mac an evil look and pulled Linds into her arms.
"Mac!" Sheldon yelled.
"Yes?"
"Call on line 3." Mac grabbed his phone and dialed three.
"Hello?"
"Detective Mac, put your phone on speaker and get your team in your office."
A minute later, the whole team was in Mac's office.
"Ok, we are all here."
"Mac, Stella, Adam, Sid, Don, Hawks help my Lindsay through this. If you are listening to this Li, Montana, I love you. I always have. You can now try to sleep at night, I am fine. Bye."
"That's not Danny. It doesn't have his accent."
"Thanks Linds. I'll have it traced."
Lindsay was crashing at eh lad again as Stella walked in. She walked over and sat next to the hurt agent.
"How are you handling it?"
"Danny is my best friend and the man I have given my heart to. I don't think I am handling it at all. I can't cry because of Danny because I cried too much for him, but because of the kid that's never going to see or know what happened to their daddy."
"You're pregnant?" Lindsay nodded. She then looked over at a box on once of the lab tables.
"That day that Danny gave me a snow day, we slept together the night before. In that box is the flower Danny left me and a picture of the note he left me on his chalk board."
"Oh, I am really sorry."
"What are you two still doing here?" asked Mac. Both the girls looked back at him. He looked drained and worn out. His normal dress clothes were replaced with an old looking set of sweats and a beat up sweatshirt.
"Lindsay crashes here. She doesn't like the feeling of dread at her apartment and the mystery of Danny's."
"I see, hey you can stay with me at my apartment. I have a guest room and a comfy couch," Mac offered.
"Thank but I like it here. It's peaceful and I can take my mind off of Danny here easily."
"We'll stay with you," Stella said.
"I don't want to be alone," Mac agreed.
Lindsay woke-up and looked around. Last night, Mac and Stella convinced her that she needed to take sometime off. So today she was going to grab some clothes and head to Montana. It had been quite sometime since she had been to see her family.
Lindsay slowly pulled herself to her feet and quietly grabbed the box of stuff from Danny. Swiftly tiptoeing out of the lab and the building, Lindsay made her way to her car.
At her car she found a strange piece of paper under her wind shield wiper.
We know you don't want to accept this but it is the least we could do. We all know that Danny is the world to you but you need the time off.
Your new friends at Without a Trace
and your old ones at the NYPD
Inside of the attached envelope, were various bills adding up to four hundred dollars.
After reading the note, Lindsay started to cry. Danny was the only one that had ever done something that special for her.
Later that Day
Lindsay was on a plane heading to Montana. Earlier, she called her mom and told her she was coming.
"Is that lovely, Danny coming with you?"
"Mom, Danny is missing."
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I don't watch the news and there is no paper that I get."
"It's ok, I understand. Well, can Uncle Tom pick me up, when I call?"
"Yep, he will."
"Thanks mom."
Lindsay arrived in Montana and waited anxiously for Tom to arrive.
"Lindsay Monroe, you're party is waiting for you at Starbucks!" the announcer called. She went to Starbucks and Uncle Tom was waiting there for her.
"I'm sorry I had to have you paged. I wanted coffee and I didn't feel like walking over to your waiting area."
"I know, you were always lazy, maybe that's why I liked you the most."
"Maybe."
