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Spoilers: none

Summary: After working a double sift, sleep comes easily for Lindsay, but it's the nightmares that she fights.

Chapter 2: Sleep and Nightmares

Lindsay had been in New York for 2 months and she still couldn't get over the many cases she worked on. Now she was getting off a double sift in which she had worked 28 hours straight. Lindsay never ventured out of her office because she knew she would be getting a lecture form Mac.

Not that Lindsay would mind at all. It would give her an excuse to be around him but she didn't want to see the concern in his eyes. Or for him to tell her to go home and get some sleep. She had finally managed to get an apartment with the help of Mac, but now that she had her own apartment, she couldn't let sleep come to her.

Sleep. The very word sent shivers down her spine. The sleep she could handle, it was the dreams or her case nightmares that scared her the most. Lindsay really wanted to sleep to her hearts content but the nightmares wouldn't let her.

Lindsay sat her desk and finished her report. She closed the file and placed it on the end of her desk. Lindsay felt her eyes start to drift closed. She then jerked them back open but she couldn't fight it anymore. Her eyes drift closed and she laid her head on her hands.

At that moment Mac was walking down the hall toward Lindsay's office when he saw her asleep at her desk. He stopped in the middle of the hall and looked at her. He shook his head and smirked.

Mac knew that Lindsay had been working a double shift but he wanted he to know why. He knew that Lindsay would tell him when she was ready. He smirked and walked into her office and watched her sleep.

As Mac watched Lindsay sleep he noticed her twitch. He knew something was really wrong. His instincts began to kick in. "What's going on in that pretty head." Mac said to himself.

Lindsay looked around the house she was in. She remembered getting knocked out, now she could hear shrieks coming from the basement. Lindsay shook her head trying to clear it. She slowly stood and walked towards the basement door.

She walked through the opened door and quietly made her way down the steps to see what was going on. She looked and saw her friends together, fearful.

"Ok. We have a problem ladies and gentleman. We are missing one other person," the leader said with an evil smirk.

"There's no one else is here, just us," the guy said in a shaky voice.

"Well ya know that's a real shame, because you people are going have to pay," The voice said evilly.

"No please, please, please no God…" The four voices said all at once.

Shots echoed through out the house and the screams of the four people being killed didn't help Lindsay as she stood there, stalk still, watching the leader of the group of killers, pick off her friend, one by one.

Lindsay stood there with tears streaming down her face, as she watch the leader drill bullets into her now dead friends bodies for his own amusement.

She quietly watched the men leave without a word or so much as glance back at the damage they had caused. Lindsay ran down the stairs and raced toward her friends.

"Troy wake up." Lindsay said as she shook the boy.

Lindsay ran towards her three girlfriends and tried to shake them awake, but it was no use. They were gone, and she couldn't bring them back. Lindsay sat back on her hunches and rocked back and forth and kept saying over and over again, 'it's my fault'.

"It's my fault, it's my fault." Lindsay mumbled in her sleep, tears running down her cheeks.

Mac got up out of the chair he had been sitting in and walked over to the beautiful woman he had come to feel so attracted to. He saw the tears run down her cheeks and he gently reached out and brushed them away. Mac felt all off Lindsay's pain, he couldn't stand to see her cry.

"Lindsay wake up. Linds wake up. Come on Lindsay, honey wake please." Mac pleaded with Linds.

"It's my fault!" Lindsay shouted as she was jolted a wake.

At first Lindsay didn't know where she was. She looked around her office and relaxed when she realized that she was in New York, at the crime lab. She turned her and her eyes fell on Mac.

"Hey Linds. You okay? You looked like you were fighting in your sleep." Mac asked with concern in his blue eyes.

"Yea I'm fine Cowboy, just a bad dream." Lindsay said with reassuring smile.

Mac nodded at that, he brushed the last of her tears, placed a kiss on hair and left the room, leaving a shocked Lindsay sitting in her chair watching Mac walk away from her office.

TBC…