I don't own CSI NY.
Eight years later, Lindsay was sitting in front of her computer watching something.
"Mom, do you have a guess why Danny doesn't write me anymore?"
"He's a boy. He has his problems too, hun."
"I really just want to talk him. He is the greatest advice giver I have found and he is just awesome. I miss him."
"I bet you do but he has things to do."
"Can I call him?"
"If you want."
"Thanks mom." Lindsay ran to her room to grab her cell phone.
"Danny's home number or cell number first? House first."
"This number has been disconnected," a woman's voice said.
"Why?" Lindsay cried.
"What's wrong honey?" Her mom ran in.
"His number has been disconnected."
"Maybe they moved and he didn't have time to tell you. That might me why he hasn't talked to you."
"I hope he hasn't moved. We were going to visit him in Boston over spring break."
"Who are you going with?"
"Darla, Marie, Carrie, Olivia, Derek, Adam, and John."
"Oh, of course." Lindsay then dialed his cell number.
"Hello, this is Danny."
"Danny! I miss talking to you too. Oh, it's good to hear your voice. How are you?"
"I'm not too good but I hope your better."
"What's wrong?"
"I moved to New York."
"Oh, that's not good."
"Why?"
"My friends and I were going to go to Boston to find you. They really want to meet you."
"Sorry. Oh, I haven't been on the computer because of the move. It was really sudden. I'm sorry."
"It's ok. Hey tomorrow's your 16th birthday, right?"
"Yeah but I can't spend it with you like we wanted."
"It's ok. I'll call you to wish you a happy birthday. I sent you something but it won't go to you."
"Oh, my mom probably will receive it."
"Why?"
"Parents are divorced. In custody battle my dad won."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"It's ok. So, how are you?"
"Ok, my dad and my mom got a divorce two years ago. Then my dad died in a plane crash and I was so depressed. That's why I was so sad. Not because my fish died."
"You lied to me?"
"No, she did die too but my dad did too. Didn't you see it on the news?"
"Yes, I did. I'm sorry I didn't make the connection."
"It's ok."
"Why? I mean, he was your dad?"
"Not really. He wasn't ever there."
"I am sorry. Oh, I have to go. My mom is calling me. I miss you Lindsay. I miss you every day."
"Talk to you later, Danny."
"Mom! Mom!" Lindsay cried.
"Lindsay. Oh, Lindsay what's wrong honey?"
"Their dead! My friends are all dead. He killed them. I should have been there momma I should have been there."
"No honey, God has other plans for you. What about Danny? You still have him."
"I guess."
"Do you want me to call him?"
"No! It don't concern him."
"He is your friend and will want to know you are ok?"
"You told him?"
"No, I didn't know this would happen."
"I want Daddy."
"I'm so sorry. I wish he were here too."
"Danny?"
"Do you want me to call him?"
"I want him here."
"I'll call him."
"Ok." Lindsay ran to her bed and pulled the covers over her head.
"This is Danny's cell. I am at a hockey game or maybe even playing. Well leave your name number and message and I'll talk at you soon. And hey, if this is Lindsay, I really want to talk to you. It's been week's girl. I miss you."
"Well, Danny this is Marie Monroe, Lindsay's mom. She really needs you right now. Her friends were murdered tonight. If you can call me back."
"Lindsay, he has a…" She walked into Lindsay's room and saw her daughter finally sleeping. About twenty minutes later, all of the parents of the group of friends were at their door.
"Is she ok? She is the only one he wanted. He is a sick man."
"She is fine. Lindsay?"
"Mom, can I call Daddy?"
"He's gone, you know that."
"Danny? He killed him too?"
"No, hun."
