"My Love or No One's Love"
By JessicaDelko
Rating: T for now, some coarse language and adult themes, may become M in later chapters, I'll post warnings.
Pairing: Lindsay/Danny
Enjoy!!
"Montana, what's the hold up?" Danny Messer asked as his girlfriend Lindsay Monroe got into his car. Lindsay and Danny had been secretly dating for a couple months now, not wanting to let it get around work until they were ready.
"Not today Danny, let's just get going," she answered sternly staring out the window.
"Lindsay, are you okay?" he asked, a quieter caring tone now in his voice.
"I don't want to talk about it, let's just get to the scene." She didn't sound angry, almost tired, like she'd been up all night thinking about something. Danny knew not to push, and for once listened to himself. He put the car in drive and headed to the crime scene, an alley by a nice restaurant in Little Italy.
"This is the crime scene?" Lindsay asked Danny, getting out of the car.
"Weird coincidence, huh?" Danny replied.
"What do we have Don?' Lindsay asked, walking over to Detective Don Flack.
"Victim's name is Jessica Maskins, 27, gunshot wound to the chest, passer by called it in after they heard a gunshot and found the body," he explained, looking down at the victim. Lindsay and Danny took a first look at the victim, setting down their kits. Danny's jaw dropped and his eyes widened.
"Jesus, she looks just like you," he whispered, regaining his composure. For a split second he could've sworn it was his girlfriend on the ground.
"Why would someone shoot her in such a public place?" Lindsay wondered out loud, "Shirts negative for GSR."
"I found a casing down here," Danny called from down the alley, "Looks like he shot her from 20 feet. This time of night, doubt she even saw the gun. I'm gonna check around the front. You got it from here Montana?"
"Yeah, go ahead Messer. It's so creepy, I was having dinner here tonight in a half hour. Guess I had different motives for coming now," Lindsay said aloud to no one in particular. However, Don heard her quiet soliloquy.
"That is creepy. Linds, you don't think?-" he started. Lindsay knew where he was going with this conversation.
"No way, it couldn't be…Let's just leave the theories until later kay?" she asked, not wanting Danny to overhear and start to worry. She had enough on her plate as it is.
"I'm gonna go talk to the people in the restaurant," Don told Lindsay, heading off. Lindsay continued snapping some photos and checked the victim's pockets. Nothing. The purse was already check, nothing but ID, no money stolen. She packed up her kit and walked over to the coroner, giving them the ok, and then headed over to Flack.
"Vic's boyfriend over there says she was on her way here for their date when he heard all the commotion. Poor guy, he was gonna propose to her tonight," Flack sighed, looking to the upset man on the other side of the yellow tape.
"Hey, could you please get Sid to page me when he starts the post?" she asked the coroner passing by with the body.
"No problem Ms. Monroe."
"Hey Linds, is something bugging you?" Flack asked, looking to Lindsay who was staring blankly.
"Huh? No, I've just been in a bad mood lately. I keep getting this weird feeling like someone's been following me around or something. Found anything interesting Danny?" she asked her approaching boyfriend, changing the subject.
"Nada, what about you?"
"Nothing on the body, this is staring to look like a hit," she commented.
"Seems so," Flack added, "Well, on a lighter note, who was your hot date tonight Linds?"
Danny and Lindsay both went red with disbelief.
"What? I'm just asking. He must like you a lot to bring you to this fancy place," Don smiled.
"Yeah, you could say that," Lindsay mumbled quietly, her cheeks turning several shades of pink-red.
"Yeah. So how'd you afford bringing her here Danny?" Don inquired. Lindsay's eyes went wide, as did Danny's.
"I uh- how'd you know?" he asked bewildered.
"I'm not an idiot. How long?" he asked.
"Well, its like, around- a few months…" Lindsay mumbled.
"You guys have been keeping this quiet for that long?" Don said in disbelief, "Very nice you too, very smooth."
"Who else knows?" Danny asked.
"Who doesn't know? It's not that hard to figure out," Don chuckled.
"Great." Lindsay said dully. The three grabbed their things and headed their respective ways, Danny and Lindsay off to see Sid.
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"Did you find anything Sid?" Danny asked, a small chill creeping up his back at the sight of the Lindsay dopple-ganger.
"Other than a 9mm in her chest, nothing. Sorry, seems this young woman was in perfect health."
Lindsay sighed in defeat, feeling as if they were getting no where.
"Here Lindsay, this bullet might help you find the guy you're looking for," he said, handing a small paper envelope with the round inside.
"I'll go run it, see you later," Danny told them, taking the envelope and heading to the lab.
"How can someone just get shot like that? It was obvious the bullet was meant for her, but there's no motive. Not to mention there's not a single piece of evidence besides the casing and bullet." Lindsay sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose in frustration.
"You'll figure it out, you always do," Sid commented trying to cheer her up, "Maybe Danny will have some good news with your bullet."
"Thanks Sid."
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The room was dark, lit only by a small lamp on the end table beside the sofa. A man stood by the television before it, another man on the couch.
"Do you know why I hired you?" the man on the couch asked, sitting up straight.
"Because I'm the only would who would do it," the other man answered coldly.
"Shut up smartass. Well, I asked you to kidnap, not kill the girl, and in the first place GET THE RIGHT GIRL!!" the man boomed.
"What are you talking about Joe? Yeah, sorry I shot her, I panicked, but you were just gonna kill her anyways, right? It definitely was her," the man answered.
"No, you killed a girl who looked like her!" the man named Joe yelled, throwing the evening newspaper at the man. He picked it up and held the picture in the newspaper up to the picture he'd been given to identify her. The girl who was shot and the girl in his photo were stunningly alike, but he could now tell they weren't the same girl.
"No way, she was at the restaurant, it was dark-"
"I know, coincidences are a bitch, huh? Well I don't pay you to royally fuck up everything."
A few seconds later two silenced gun shots quietly echoed through the apartment and the man once standing now fell to the floor, blood pooling at his head. Joe sighed and stood up.
"I guess if I want her to come back to me, I'll have to get her myself."
A/N: Dun Dun Dun!!!! Reviews would be greatly appreciated. This is my first series, so be nice! Since I have the long weekend off I should be able to update a couple more times by Tuesday. Thanks!! xoxo Jessica