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After asking a lab tech to run the trace under the victim's fingernails, Danny headed down to the morgue. Sid had called him five minutes ago to tell him to get down to autopsy. He took the stairs down instead of the elevator so he could blow off steam. Though cases got even tougher when it hit one of their own. And for Danny, the even tougher cases became simply awful when Lindsay was involved.

"A'right, Sid. Let's do this," Danny called as he walked into the morgue. Sid clipped his glasses onto his face and turned to the body lying on the cold, metal table.

"He suffered one hell of a beating," he began.

"Judging by his physique, I'd guess the otha guy don't look too good himself," Danny guessed.

"Ordinarily you'd be right. But the lack of defensive wounds suggest otherwise." Danny looked confused. "He never fought back. He was drugged." Sid tilted the man's head to reveal the track mark on his neck.

"With what?"

"You'll have to wait for tox."

"A'right. COD?"

"Obvious. Single gunshot to the forehead. The killer held the gun right to his head, as shown by the distinctive bruising around the wound." Danny took the bullet being handed to him by the ME.

"9 mil. Common."

"Yep," Sid agreed, unclipping his glasses and re-clipping them around his neck. "But why drug and beat a man if you're only going to execute him? Why go through all of that trouble?"

Danny closed his eyes and shrugged. "No idea. Hopefully this," he held up the fatal bullet, "will find us someone who knows those answers." He turned to leave the morgue but was stopped by Sid.

"Don't beat yourself up Danny."

"Sorry?"

"Don't drive yourself crazy."

"I haven't even begun the case. How could I drive myself crazy?"

"She needs someone to be there for her. You drive yourself crazy over this case, you won't be able to be there."

"Right…er…thanks Sid." He would never for the life of him understand why Sid seemed to know everything about his relationship with Lindsay. Danny knew Sid was right but at the moment, he had evidence to process.

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"Fuckin' awesome," Danny muttered, pushing away from the table he was sitting at. He leaned back in his chair and tossed his glasses on the table. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he continued muttering incoherent Italian curse words. Stella walked into the room and immediately saw Danny.

"What's wrong, Danny?"

"The bullet that killed Ben Deeth has no matches in the system," he explained, sitting up and gesturing to the computer screen he had previously been staring at. The red 'no-match' sign was still blinking tauntingly at him. He sighed and replaced his glasses.

"Ok, what else have you got?"

"Both the trace under his fingernails and blue glass material found on his pants are pendin', drugs in his system," Danny listed, handing Stella the tox report.

"This drug is meant to incapacitate someone, but there's not nearly enough in his system to do so. Why?"

"Dunno. All I do know is that I want my damn evidence processed!" he said, his voice rising with each word. He knew he was being a bit dramatic but hell, with all the lab techs in the building, it was hard to believe that not even one could process the evidence for his case. He'd probably end up doing it himself. Stella looked concerned at his anger.

"Danny!" she hissed, causing his to look at her. "I know you're frustrated. Getting angry isn't going to help. You've got to stay calm on this case-"

He interrupted her. "I know, it's just Lindsay, ya know? I just want ta catch this guy for her."

"Trust me Danny, we all do. But you'll be the most help to Lindsay on this case if you keep your head."

Danny sighed and visibly deflated, his anger dispersing. Sure this was Lindsay's boyfriend but he wanted closure for her. Sure he was jealous as hell that Lindsay had a boyfriend that wasn't him but he was going to solve this case for her. Because that is what she wanted and Danny wanted nothing than to give her what she wanted.

"Results are going to take a while to come in." Danny nodded. "Lindsay's in the break room," she continued before he had to ask. He left Stella by the computer that was still blinking that infuriating 'no-match' sign, walking presumably in the direction of the break room.