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Waking up to an incessant ringing, Lindsay pounded her alarm clock with her fist only to realize that it was not the source of her disturbance. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes she felt around in the dark for her cellphone. Of which she now determined was the root of all the noise. Flipping it open she read the name on the screen. What the...

"...Hello?"

"Hey Lindsay," came her reply.

"Mac, is something wrong?" Lindsay could not for her life figure out why he was calling her.

"No. I just...that is... I just wanted to make sure that everything was going okay." Getting off the bed Lindsay walked over to her bedroom window with her brow scrunched in confusion.

"Oh. Yeah, everythings fine...well as fine as it could be." She hesitated. "Mac, you do know that it's only 4 a.m. here?"

"Of course, I do..." Lindsay interrupted him.

"You're not already at work are you?" At his silence she deduced that he was indeed already there. Lindsay sighed, "How long have you been there?"

"We had the same killer strike multiple times yesterday so there was a lot to be done."

"Yesterday?" She started picking at her fingernail. "Please tell me you went home."

"Well, there was a ton of paper work to get done and..." Lindsay heard a soft beeping go off in the background immediately followed by a sigh from Mac. "Listen I got to go, just...um...good luck today at the trial. I'm sure everything we'll go smoothly and that there's no way parole will be granted, so no worries, okay?"

Lindsay let out a breath and smiled, "Thanks, that really means alot."

Mac smiled his own little smile on the other end of the phone. "You're welcome, hun. I'll be thinking of you and take care." At the dull monotone on the phone Lindsay, mouth wide open and speechless, realized he had hung up and did the same. Hun!!! Since when did he call her that. Putting it off in the category of "slip of the tongue" Lindsay placed her cellphone back on her dresser and sat back down on the bed.

Lying down again, Lindsay succumbed to the current mussings in her mind. Thinking how nice it was that Mac had called her before her trial, inevitably led her thoughts to stray back on the subject she was trying the hardest to avoid. A sense of panic hit her as once again realized that she would be face to face, so to speak, with the man that had haunted her dreams for the past couple of years. Knowing, that she would never be able to fall back asleep again, Lindsay gathered her things and started to head towards the shower only to be stopped by a small beeping from her cellphone, indicating that she had just recieved a text message. Who on earth is it now? Lindsay walked back over to her dresser and read the caller I.D. on her phone.

Unknown Caller.

Opening up the message Lindsay stomach and heart gave painful jolts as she read its message.

'Go to the trial and you will find yourself in a situation most dire.'

Falling to the ground out of half fear and half shock, Lindsay put her head in her hands and reread the message out of disbelief.

Authors Note: Kinda of a short start, but this idea hit me and I just had to get some of it out immediately. As it is, I have to go to my next college class so I'm in a rush. But I do promise that this story will be completley fantastic (to quote The Doctor)

Anyway, review and Mac will show up on your doorstep with a bouquet of roses for Valentines Day.