I'm going to die, she thought.
"How you feeling?" Danny asked his co-worker, Don Flack who was just waking up in the hospital.
"Better, thanks" Flack smiled and winced. He was truly thankful at his friend. If Danny and Lindsay didn't find him, he didn't even want to think of what could've happened.
Flack was staring at the ceiling for a moment, remembering his accident, he grimaced at the thought. He knew he had to make a statement and answer questions, but it didn't matter now. Then he remembered, her face, her voice. His heart skipped a beat. Danny could hear the beeps going faster and faster. Flack kept seeing her face listening to her voice. "Don!" he shook him, "What's going on?" Danny asked worried.
Don kept picturing her face, the gun, the knife, Rikki's lunatic look on her face, shouting at him asking for her. He remembered when he put her in handcuffs, when she was pointing a gun aiming at the real killer, the real man that killed her son. And then he remembered Danny. All the things he went through… all the emotions, the stress, the guilt. And then, there's Lindsay, "Lindsay!" he exclaimed and began talking very fast, "Danny, I remember who attacked me, she was looking for Lindsay. She kept calling her name asking where she was. How could she get to her, she—" he took a breath and Danny interrupted him.
"Flack, what about Lindsay? Who are you talking about?" he narrowed his eyes trying to focus; Flack was talking in an abnormal speed.
"The person who attacked me was Rikki!" he yelled and Danny took a step back trying to process the information. He shook his head and mumbled, 'impossible.' Then he got a flash back when she was asking him questions about Rikki, this can't be happening, he thought.
Mac came in the hospital room and looked at Danny, "I'll stay with him, you need to finish the scene," Mac ordered, "Where's Lindsay?" He asked and looked around, "Wasn't she with you?"
And then Danny remembered, he told her to drive the car to the hospital, and inform Mac about what happened to Flack. He frowned, "Didn't she call you?" he asked.
Mac shook his head, "No, I came here when I heard it through one of the police officers that work in the lab; I also got a call from the doctor." Danny walked out of the hospital room and dialed her number, come on pick up Lindsay. It went straight to voicemail. He sighed, and didn't think of the worse. "She's probably at the lab, or at the crime scene," he said to himself, "Or stuck in traffic, this is New York." He said and smiled, picturing Lindsay's frustrated face as she tried to get away from traffic.
Danny worked on the crime scene with Adam. Lindsay never appeared and never answered her phone. Danny frowned and sat in the passenger seat after he collected the evidence and sighed, "Everything okay?" Adam asked as he got inside the car.
"Yeah, I'm just worried about Montana," he said, "I don't know where she is, and she kept mentioning Rikki…and then Flack…" he sighed again.
Adam looked up, "Rikki?"
Danny nodded, "Yeah, she was a close friend." Adam was confused, was it the same Rikki?
"What about her?" Adam asked again
"Lindsay kept mentioning her name. She seemed pretty distracted when we were driving to the crime scene, she wouldn't tell me what was wrong with her," he explained, "Then Flack, supposedly, was attacked by her. We need the evidence..." He rubbed his eyes, "She wouldn't do this!"
"Lindsay didn't tell you?" Adam was surprised and Danny shook his head.
"Adam!" Danny yelled, he was getting annoyed "Tell me what she told you, tell me what happened!"
"The message" he began, "She left Lindsay a message."
Danny rolled his eyes, "Sure, the message, what is it, Adam?"
"Rikki came to the lab, she asked for Lindsay but I told her that Linds was on the field. She told me to tell her something about keeping friends close and enemies closer," Adam was stuttering, "She… she also said something about a boulevard."
Danny was confused, "Boulevard?" he asked out loud and then it hit him. Lindsay looked up the address on her computer and she wouldn't let him look at it. And then he spoke up again, "67th street east Boulevard!"
Now Adam was confused, "Yeah, that's the address of this crime scene…?"
It all made sense to Danny now, "Rikki was tracking Lindsay. She knew that we were going to the boulevard scene. She probably thought that Lindsay was in the car with Flack, that's why she attacked that car. So that means…when I left with Flack, Rikki was in my car—" He swore, "Lindsay's in that car!" He dialed Mac's number, "Mac, Mac! Lindsay…no I don't know where she is. But, I know who has her. She's been kidnapped, yeah, kidnapped, by Rikki," he paused, Mac talking back to him, "No, you cannot ask me to do that. Yes, she was driving my car. Right!" he hanged up; "We need to get to the lab!" he turned on the car and headed straight to the lab.
Danny and Adam finally arrived to the lab and Danny ran to the A/V lab. "We need to track my car, it has anti-theft tracking. If they're still in the car we might be able to spot Lindsay's location on the map!" Danny said and Adam sat down in front of his computer, typing Danny's license plate number.
"Boom!" he exclaimed, "They are moving!" he dialed Mac's number as he headed out and got in Flack's car, "Mac, I got a location, they are going back to the crime scene. 67th street east Boulevard. I'm on my way." Danny hanged up before Mac could protest.
He turned on the engine, "Don't worry Lindsay, I'm coming." And he drove off to the rescue of his Montana.
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