Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, James Patterson does. **Although he screwed up when he gave them to ABC
A/N: This should be a pretty quick one, 5 or 6 chapters. And it is basically done so I should have it all up quickly.
Lindsay had spent the last hour looking around the dark alley for any bit of evidence that was missed earlier in the day. There was a murder committed on the roof of the building she was currently behind, and they were certain that the assailant had left the scene by the fire escape down into the alley. The crime scene techs had spent the better part of the afternoon going over the roof and the alley and turned up very little evidence. And with little physical evidence to occupy their time that meant she and Jacobi had spent their time at the station going over the victim's criminal history trying to narrow down the list of suspects.
And since sitting at her desk going through files always left her bored and anxious she now found herself digging around the garbage bags that were piled under the fire escape. A noise from above had her hiding in the shadows while someone moved down the fire escape and into the alley.
"Freeze." Lindsay said as she moved out into the dim light.
"Damn, Lindsay. Way to give a girl a heart attack."
"What are you doing here Cindy?" Lindsay sighed as she holstered her weapon.
"Same as you I would guess." Cindy answered sheepishly as she turned to face her friend. "Find anything?"
"No." Feeling the need to scold her young friend but knowing what good it would do Lindsay simply asked, "you?"
"No. The techs went over the roof pretty thoroughly." Cindy smiled at the lack of yelling.
"Yeah, the alley too." Lindsay responded dejectedly.
"You know, maybe he actually didn't make it all the way down." Cindy stated as she stared at the fire escape.
"Maybe." Lindsay agreed, following Cindy's sight-line to the back of the building. "He could have ducked into any one of those windows. I'll get CSU down here tomorrow to go through the building."
Resigned to the fact that there was actually nothing to find they began walking out of the alley. "So, Claire says Pete is coming to town this weekend. That's great." Cindy moved the conversation from crime to Lindsay's love life.
"He has a meeting in LA on Monday. He'll get in Friday afternoon and we'll have the weekend." Lindsay informed her, less than enthusiastically.
"You know, I am big enough to admit when I'm wrong." Cindy added with a nudge of her elbow.
"What are you wrong about this time?" Lindsay nudged back.
Cindy faked outrage over the ,this time, comment but then smiled, "six months and still going strong. Maybe its just me that sucks at long distance relationships." She responded with a laugh.
An engine roar from behind had the two women turning suddenly to see a car speeding toward them down the alley. Seconds later Lindsay was untangling herself from the garbage, once back on her feet she looked after the car just as it was turning out of the alley. To say she was surprised by the car would be an understatement but what was more surprising was the quickness and the force with which she was pushed out of the way.
She turned back to help Cindy and that's when she saw her, motionless in the middle of the alley. "Cindy!" She screamed as she sprinted back up to her friend. Once at her side she knelt down and carefully checked for a pulse, "hang on honey." She pulled out her phone and called for back up and an ambulance. It took all the will power Lindsay had not to scoop the younger woman up and get her to the hospital herself but she knew that could cause more harm than good. So she remained next to her unconscious friend whispering words of encouragement all the while resting her fingers on the weak pulse, willing it to keep beating.
A/N2: Lindsay always gets to be the hero so I thought I would try something different.
