"Shane Casey, we're coming in," Detective Don Flack yelled.
Flack kicked the door with so much force it went down, shots were fired at them. Detectives Danny Messer, Lindsay Messer, and Don Flack collapsed to the floor, barely dodging the bullets that Shane Casey shot.
"He went out the window," Danny yelled.
"I'll call for back up, we don't want to mess with a serial killer like him alone," Flack said.
They all sprang out the window in pursuit of him. Danny was right behind Casey, Lindsay was a little farther behind, and Flack hung back while he called for backup. Lindsay was running to catch up to Danny, her husband and colleague, when out of the blue one of Casey's partners cuts her off. Lindsay puts the brakes on as fast as she could so she didn't run into him. She knew she was grave danger, knowing full well that he wouldn't hesitate to shoot a cop chasing him. Three shots are fired, Flack starts running faster after hearing the shots, when he turns the corner and sees Lindsay. She's lying on the cold hard asphalt covered in blood. He starts running so fast, it feels like he's flying trying to get to Lindsay to make sure she's ok.
"Danny! Danny!" Flack yelled desperately.
Danny up ahead hears Flack yelling his name desperately; he abandons the chase on Casey, thinking maybe he got hurt. He sees her lying on the ground, Flack kneeling next to her. Danny's face turns as white as a ghost; he knew this day might come, where either he or Lindsay got shot. He runs to her and skids to her side.
"Lindsay, are you ok?" Danny asked.
Just then he sees a bullet in her bullet proof vest, a bullet in her leg, and one where her shoulders meet her neck. He doesn't know if it hit a major vein or artery.
"I've already called an ambulance, they should be here in a minute," Flack told Danny.
"Ok, thanks Don,"
"No problem, anything to save my friends life," Flack said, barely getting the last part out.
"Danny, you should have kept chasing Casey," Lindsay said.
"I don't care if he gets away. I would stop chasing anybody to make sure my wife is ok,"
"Call me Montana again, I miss that you don't call me that anymore,"
Danny smiles a little at the nickname he gave Lindsay when she first got to the crime lab.
"Ok Montana, you're going to be ok, don't worry,"
The ambulance arrives; they load Lindsay in on the stretcher, Flack and Danny then hop in.
"You're going to be ok, Montana," Danny keeps telling Lindsay, even though he knows she might not be ok, because she has lost a lot of blood already. She's starting to go in and out of consciousness. When they get to the hospital, they rush Lindsay into surgery. Right when they were pulling Danny away from the stretcher he said "I love you." Lindsay weakly replied "I love you too."
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