Dirty Little Secret
By differenttruck
(Takes place before Season Two)
Lindsay.
Over.
It's finally over as the door slams hard behind her. She closes her eyes, feeling the hot tears seep down her cheeks. Broken hope thrown against the door.
"You don't know what you're losing, Lindsay!" His voice yells from the other side of the closed door. "You know you can run, run as far and as fast as you can but I'll still find you. And when I do find you, I promise you that I'm going to make sure you never try to leave me again." He laughs and a bottle shatters hard against the door.
She closes her eyes and silently prays.
Another bottle shatters.
"Oooooh Liiiiindsay," he sings as a car door slams followed by footsteps leading back up towards the door, "you are seriously going to regret this if you don't let me in and do you really want to live with that for the rest of your life?"
He's drunk. Ignore him. It's this stupid cycle of events again; he's drunk, gets wild and can not think for himself. Ignore it. You're going to be fine.
He starts pounding hard on the door. "Come on, Lindsay, my sweet little Lindsay. Please let me in. I promise I won't hurt you again."
All he tells you are lies. The voice inside of her says. All lies. You know that right when you let him back in, he'll trash everything around, he hurt you and make you feel guilty about it. Why would you let someone be so cruel to you, Lindsay? Why don't you get rid of him instead? Why don't you show him whose boss?
"Lindsay, I'm going to count to three and if I'm not in there by three, I swear, there will be hell to pay."
The TV is blaring in another room.
The gun's at your hip and in just one second, you can get rid of him forever. All that pain from months and months of abuse can just end now. And you want to know something? You're out in the middle of nowhere and do you know what that means? You can kill him, bury him and they won't ever find him. You're a CSI, you know how to cover your tracks. And once you kill him, you can get the hell out of here. Plus, didn't he come from a place where his family hated him? So who would care if the bastard dies?
"There's other ways." She whispers as he counts up to two.
Like what? Lindsay, there's no other way unless you want to suffer for the rest of your life so what is it?
"Lindsay, don't make me count to three because I will not be happy."
The gun's right there so use it.
She swallows hard and her fingers slowly wrap themselves around the gun's handle, pulling it gradually out of the holster. If she stops and just takes a moment to realize what she's doing, maybe she can find some point of reference and concentrate on what she's about to do.
This can change everything.
The wood cracks and the doors flies open, rage flies in and it causes her to retaliate in defense. She stumbles backwards and falls onto the floor; his hands reach out and wrap themselves around her neck, closing in on its new territory. She tries to scream, tries to claw and kick but he knocks her down with his knee and she hits her head against the wooden floor. She tastes the metal in her mouth, red liquid pouring from the corners of her lips and he's in such rage that his fists never hesitate with the next attack.
In your police training, you trained for this Lindsay. Remember what they told you, remember everything.
And blow and the world spins faster underneath her.
The gun is right there, right next to you. Use it!
She can end this, end it now.
Gun.
His breath smells like whiskey and rage.
Lindsay, use the gun!
She grabs the weapon and pulls the trigger.
Warm liquid splatters her face.
The fists stop. He falls backwards.
She slowly crawls over to the wall and grabs her gloves and shovel.
Finally, it's really over.
FIN.