DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but the plot

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but the plot.

Lindsay woke up, rolled over, and expected to feel the warmth of the person who she fell asleep with. But instead, she felt the cool pillow, and a piece of paper on top of the pillow. She picked it up and read it.

Linds,

Out of coffee. Gone to Starbucks down the road. Be back soon.

Lindsay smiled. She threw herself out the bed and went to take a shower. It was almost 10.30 a.m. She was glad they had the day off; the past week had been awful. She pulled two double shifts trying to find the key piece of evidence that could lead to putting a man who raped 4 children behind bars for life, and when she succeeded, there was paper work to do. When she got home, he had her take a shower, eat dinner, and they went straight to sleep. She was surprised that he was able to do it. He had worked the graveyard shifts for 3 days, and then had to fill in when one of the temporary workers had to leave suddenly.

After her shower, she felt refreshed, and put on jeans and a cute shirt, along with a pair of socks. His apartment, though nice, was kind of drafty, and the fall weather could sometimes feel more like the beginning of winter.

She had just finished combing her hair when she head the from door slam. Curiously she peeked out the hallway into the main living area. "Hey cowboy, is that you?"

When she heard no answer, she went to look into the kitchen, but still found no-one. Suddenly, she felt someone watching her, and the room went black.

On the ground floor, Danny Messer pushed the elevator button, hoping Montana wasn't awake yet.

He had planned for a romantic breakfast, a lazy day in his apartment, but the coffee messed up the plans. He didn't want to run out on Lindsay just like that, so he left a note. He forgot how crazy Friday morning is, after his continually working the night shift for almost a week.

The elevator took a long time to reach the bottom floor, and when it did, Danny was sure the coffee was cold. A man towing a large trunk on wheels walked out, and quickly headed towards the underground parking. Danny quickly entered the elevator, and pressed the button for the 9th floor. His mind turned to Montana, and the previous week. It was like a dream for him. He had just invited her over to watch the game with him; Flack skipped out because of a date, and Stella, Mac, Sid and all the others were busy with work. After the game ended, she had pulled out a bottle of JC tequila, and he proposed a game of pool. Pretty soon, the alcohol started flowing, and Montana started making bets. He lost bet after bet, and soon was out of money. In a desperate attempt to gain some ground back, he bet her she wouldn't make a winning shot. When she saw the difficulty of it, she raised the stakes to a Benny, knowing he didn't have any money left on him, and he'd have to improvise. That night, the pool table improvised for a bed, and they made slow sweet love, each finally falling asleep in each others arms.

Danny heard the elevator ding, and the doors start to close. Realizing what floor he was on, he shot an arm out and hurried out of the elevator. Upon getting to his apartment door, he noticed his door was left slightly open. Thinking it was him being clumsy, and forgetting to lock it, he prod then door open with his hip, and walked inside. When he turned around, he realized that something was wrong. There was an overturned lamp; the couch was about four feet away from where it usually was. After a frantic search, his fears were confirmed.

Lindsay was gone.

"Ok Danny, tell me again. What happened?"

"I told you man, I was bringing in our coffee. We were talking about what we would do if we ever had a day of together. The plan was to get together at one of our apartments, and just rent movies and chill. She spent the night. So I planned on making breakfast, and then I realized that I ran out of coffee. I wasn't gone for more than 15 minutes Mac. When I came back, my door was open, and my living room was a mess, and Mont- Lindsay was gone. I searched everywhere. I called her phone, but she wasn't answering. I don't know where she's gone."

Danny ran a hand over his face, wondering what to do. He was scared that wherever Lindsay was, she was hurt, bleeding- or dead. It was driving him crazy not knowing what was going on with her. When she was in the lab, all he had to do was place a call, and fake needing her "help" on something, and boom, she was there. He could look at her, smile with her, make crazy jokes with her, and bounce his ideas off of her. She never once let him down when it came to something like that. With her not here, he was going mad with not being able to have her within his reach. If he didn't find her, he'd lose more than a co-worker.

Meanwhile, 5 miles away from Danny's apartment, Lindsay woke up in an empty room. She was cold, even though there were no windows. She was tired. She looked at her watch; it read 5:38, but she didn't know if it was morning or evening. Frantically, she searched her body for her phone. She looked at it. It was dead. She screamed for help, banging on the wooden door that sealed her from the outside world. But there wasn't anyone who heard. She was in the basement of a condemned building. But nobody knew that. Nobody, except Jett Halverson.