Warning: this does contain rape and references to it. So if you don't like don't read.
This Takes part some time after Lindsay and Danny have broken up.
That said I hope you like it. I decided I wanted to write something that involved a lot of emotions and try to do lots of descriptive things. So please review and tell me what you think
Finally as everybody knows CSI NOT MINE! It's strange that I've been asking for it lots but still they refuse to let me have it. (Damn the fun I could have had ok so I'll settle for fanfiction!)
The water was burning her skin; her clothes were stuck drenched to her skin. Her fingers and nails had been rubbing the same spot on her arm for so long there was blood dripping and staining the water red. Her head was throbbing the blood on the side was not been allowed to dry so matted with her hair streaming reddish water down the side of her and staining her white top. Her mind was one constant flash back. He was nice to her they joked he brought her a drink. He wanted more she didn't so she left the bar. She had to go for that one stupid beer before work it was only one and this is where she ended up. Sat crouched in her shower unable to move through fear he would come back. The forensic part of her brain was telling her to stop; she was washing the evidence away. But the human part of her brain was telling her to scrub harder and get any traces of him off her. The tussle in her mind had left her frozen scrubbing with one hand at her arm. She could see him now, hear the doorbell ring and see him stood in the doorway. Wondering how he knew where she lived. It was only a split second before he had shoved her to the floor, the door slamming shut and a hand clamped over her mouth. She had tried to hit back flailing her arms around but he pinned her down. She could feel him inside no matter how hard she cried or begged he wouldn't stop. She was unable to move with his weight on top of her. He shoved a towel in her mouth as her cries grew louder she could taste it, feel it chocking her. She remembered the noise that made him stop so she could push him away; she remembered running and hearing him do the same as men's voices could be heard. The bruises round her wrists seemed more prominent as the water washed over them. Her head had collided with the desk in front of the door when he pushed in; she remembered the light casting shadows on the wall and on his face. That was the one thing that was blurred even through she'd talked to him for nearly an hour she couldn't remember his face. She could feel the denim jeans he wore rubbing against her legs and she could smell the cheep aftershave her was wearing making her stomach clench and tears mix with the scolding water.
"Bonasera" Stella flipped her phone open as she drove towards the crime scene.
"It's Mac I need you to call at Lindsay's I phoned but she's not answering."
"Sure it's a bit of a detour through" replied Stella, "Not answering her mobile either?" she asked.
"Do you think I'd be ringing you otherwise?" asked Mac, of course he has tried that but the CSI in Stella made her ask all the questions.
"Fine. I'll be another twenty minutes" she sighed putting the phone down. It took ten minutes to get to Lindsay apartment block. Stella went into the small entrance and entered the lift directly opposite, unlike some block she didn't need a key to get in. As soon as she arrived she knew something wasn't right half way down the hallway Lindsay's door was partially open. She gently cracked it a bit more reaching for her gun. She gasped at what she saw. A lamp was laid on the floor and a small pool of blood next to a small table.
Stella immediately pulled out her phone and requested backup. She could hear water running inside and cautiously ventured in.
"Lindsay," she said loudly watching for any movements. Slowly she headed towards the sound of running water. As she edged down the small hallway she saw one door cracked open with a light coming from it. She could hear sobbing and gasping.
"Lindsay," she called again reaching the door. The sight that awaited her was not what she expected. She swung round the door with her gun still drawn to find Lindsay sat fully clothed in the shower.
"Lindsay," she put her gun away and bent down to where Lindsay was huddled up. She could see two obvious wounds her head and her arm. She reached under the water but withdrew as it burned her skin.
"Lindsay," she reached under again for the taps turning the water off. This was the first time Lindsay acknowledged her.
"I need it on," Lindsay said in nothing more than a whisper.
"It was burning" Stella told her in a quite voice. "Lindsay you're hurt can I see?" she asked gently leaning in and pressing slightly against her head until she winced.
"That needs stitches. Lindsay" she tried to pull her hand away from her bleeding arm but Lindsay pulled it back scratching again.
"I need to get him off me" she said this time scrubbing with more force.
"Who?" asked Stella not liking where this was going.
"He's all over me. I want him OFF" Lindsay said with more force.
"Lindsay stop" this time Stella put more effort in and pulled her hand away so Lindsay was forced to look up at her. Her face was pale with a bruise forming on her jaw. Her eye's seemed glazed and distant yet somehow fearful.
"Lindsay who ever it was has gone. I'm here," she said looking behind her as if to show there was no one there.
"He's on me Stella. I can still feel him. He's in me" she finished.
Stella subconsciously drew breath. She knew exactly what Lindsay meant but needed to be sure.
"Lindsay did a man do this?" she started still holding Lindsay's hand which had now begun trembling. Lindsay nodded gently.
"Did he do anything else to you" Stella asked her breath catching in her throat as she asked.
"I talked to him. I encouraged him" Lindsay said tears running down her face. Stella just sat and waited for her to continue.
"I left, he must…have followed me. I opened the door and he pushed me down. I tried to stop him," she sobbed as Stella fought hard to keep tears back.
"I begged him to stop but he put something in my mouth. He raped me," she said as her legs gave way and she fell sobbing into Stella arms.
"You did not encourage him Lindsay this is not your fault" said Stella with a purpose in her voice. Part of her brain was telling her to let go of Lindsay and collect the evidence but the friend in her couldn't let go but grip tighter as she heard shouting from outside.
"STELLA came Flack's familiar voice. Lindsay shot up.
"Flack. I'm in the bathroom. Just you come," shouted Stella. Flack wasn't to sure what was happening but left the other officers outside. He came into the room to see Stella sat with a blooded and beaten Lindsay sobbing in her arms.
"Lindsay" was all he could mange before turning away.
"Flack could you get a ambulance please" asked Stella her voice barley hiding the upset inside.
"And keep the officers out the hallway please. Call Mac tell him to process the hall and the bathroom. Check for traces of semen," said Stella quietly hoping Lindsay couldn't hear. Flack stopped dead.
"Rape" he managed in a quiet and husky voice. Stella didn't need to answer as Flack understood he turned unable to face the sight of his friend like that he left immediately getting on his radio. But she heard him barking at officer to get out the crime scene and then she sound of his fist hitting something.
TBC….
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