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This is my first fanfic so please be nice - also please review, I don't know whether I should continue or not.

Enjoy!

Screaming. All she heard was the screaming. She glanced round, in an effort to see who was screaming. She took a step forwards. Then she heard the shot.

Gasping for breathe, Lindsay Monroe sat bolt up right in bed, eyes darting around the room. Only when she was certain there was no one there did she close her eyes and fall back on the pillows. She sighed. Despite being unable to remember what she had been dreaming about, she still felt a sheer terror. Unable to even contemplate going back to sleep, she got out of bed and went and stood in front of the mirror. The person looking back at her had wild eyes, messed up hair and had a sheen of sweat across her forehead. Lindsay turned away, not wanting to see the person that was meant to be her. Despite what she told Danny, her nightmare wasn't just a nightmare. A more accurate representation was walking through hell. Over and over again. And the worst part of it was, she didn't know why she was walking that road in the first place.

Annabel Fletcher looked up from her desk to glance at the clock located on her nightstand. 2:03am. Annabel sighed. She knew that she should go to bed. She knew tomorrow was going to be a long day. Yet still her body refused sleep. Or rather she refused to let herself sleep. She didn't want to be subjected to the dream again. She didn't want to see the blood, didn't want to hear those screams. Not again. Not now. Not after 3 months of having flashbacks of something she couldn't remember. She guessed that the dreams were normal. After the accident, she'd had to piece her life back together. But that didn't make forgetting any easier. She got up and stretched, before changing into her pyjamas. She knew the dream couldn't hurt her. Physically anyway. Mentally - well that was something else entirely. Climbing into bed, she cast her mind back to before her life was plagued by the dreams and the guilt. But it was the guilt that was the last thing she thought of before falling asleep.

When Lindsay arrived at work the next day, she was immediately ambushed by her friend Stella Bonasera. She had tried to cover the circles underneath her eyes, but it was getting harder and harder. St pulled her aside and said

"Lindsay, are you ok? You look like you haven't slept a bit."

Lindsay knew that Stella was just trying to help her. She thought about the pros and cons of using the same lie she had been using ever since the dreams began 3 months ago. And she decided that if she was ever going to get over the issues that were bothering her, she needed to let someone in to help.

"Actually Stell, could I talk to you for a moment about something?"

"Sure kiddo" Stella lead them into the office she shared with Hawkes. "Whats bothering you?"

"I've been having these dreams. I don't even remember much about them. All I know is that there is a lot of screaming and the sound of a gunshot. But they have been keeping me awake and I just don't know how to stop them!" Lindsay said, becoming increasingly agitated as she spoke.

St took in the appearance of her younger friend. She couldn't pretend that she didn't see the bags under her eyes or the look of desperation that recently seemed to be the only identifiable expression there.

"How long have you been having these dreams?"

"About 3 months now"

"Can you think of anything that may have caused them?"

"No, and that's whats frustrating! I haven't worked a shooting in months and I don't recall anything that would be bugging me after such a long time."

"Have you told Danny?"

"He knows that I have dreams. But all I tell him is that they are dreams. I don't know how to talk to him about them without sounding like an idiot."

"Lindsay, he isn't going to think you're an idiot. Especially if you tell him in the same way you just told me. You might find that he can be more helpful than you think."

"Maybe."

Before the conversation could continue any further, Mac Taylor walked into the room. He took in the sight of a rather distressed Lindsay and a look in Stella's direction prevented him from saying anything. He decided he'd corner Lindsay later, when she was a bit less upset, to find out what was going on. Failing that, he was sure Stella would always tell him if it was something that he needed to worry about.

"Right ladies, we have a lead off of that DB we found in central park yesterday. Turns out he was a lawyer downtown and the firm he works for is willing to send a representative to talk to us about him and any problems he might have had."

"How do we know that they'll be able to help?" Asked Lindsay.

"I'm not sure yet, but while we are waiting on DNA and the autopsy results, we have nothing else to go on. Do you two want to talk to the colleague while I chase up those results?"

"Sure thing. Come on Lindsay. We'll meet you down there Mac."

As they walked away, Mac couldn't help but notice how lifeless Lindsay seemed. But before his thoughts could develop any further, his pager went off - Adam had found something on the vic's clothes.

"Where did you find this?" Mac demanded when he say what Adam had found.

"In his back pocket."

Mac held the letter in his hand.

Adam continued, wary of Mac's reaction, "I analysed the handwriting and compared it to a sample of the vic's. It's not his. I also analysed it for prints and I found one, which I just ran through the database."

"Did you get a match?"

"Erm, it's just coming through." The machine beeped and Adam picked up the results. "Results came back to a Derek Patterson. Convicted for murder and attempted murder 3 months ago after running a care off of the road."

"Where is he now?"

"Now see that's the thing. He escaped a week ago from the state prison."

"Damn it. Well at least we know that he has a target."

"Do you know where we can find her?"

"She's downstairs with Stella and Lindsay."

"Take a seat Miss Fletcher. Can we get you anything?"

"No thank you I'm ok."

"Ok, well the detective will be right in."

As the cop walked out of the room, Annabel looked round. She hated these interview rooms. The cold steel tables and the concrete walls were bland, even to her taste. And what she hated even more was being here because of a colleague's death. She had offered to come because she felt that justice needed to be done, and she was well aware that she was trying to use this to reduce the guilt she felt inside. Now she regretted her decision. Who was she to help? She hadn't been able to help after the accident. Hadn't been able to save her friend. Why should that be any different now?

Just as they approached the interview room, Stella's phone rang. It was Mac.

"Stella, keep Miss Fletcher in interrogation, I'll be down in a minute. We have a problem."

"Why whats going on?

As Mac explained to Stella what Adam had found, she became more and more grave. Lindsay watched her face, instinctively knowing that this was going to be a long day. When Stella rang off, Lindsay looked up at her expectantly. Stella pulled her aside.

"Lindsay, the girl in there, someone tried to kill her. He got her friend - surely you remember the hit and run case 3 months back? Derek Patterson?"

"Sure, I worked that case. But we solved that. He's in lockup."

"Not anymore. He escaped. And now he's looking for revenge. Not just on the girl he couldn't kill, but also on the investigator on the case. "