Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own these characters.

"What phone calls?" Mac repeated looking at both Lindsay and her mother. Lindsay glanced back up at Mac and then returned her gaze to the floor.

Mrs. Monroe, sensing her daughter was not going to answer, replied to Mac's question. "Lindsay's been getting some harassing messages sent to her phone. And before you ask," Mac closed his mouth, "everything was followed up on thoroughly and…well, to put it simply the police are unable to find whomever is doing this." She finished speaking with a helpless wave of her hands.

"What kind of message was it?"

Lindsay's mom gestured to her daughter's phone, "See for yourself, she just received another." Her voice was laced with many different emotions.

"Lindsay…" Mac said softly holding his hand out for the phone. Still remaining mute, she passed it to him.

Becoming slightly enraged at the person who had sent this he asked, "Did you report this yet?"

"No," said Mrs. Monroe, "she only got this one a couple of minutes ago." Mac pulled out his own cell and asked for the number of the police.

Concluding that he was planning on reporting it in, Lindsay stopped him, "No, Mac. I'm sure that this person is just a close friend or family member of," Lindsay choked on her words, "him. They just want to scare me away from testifying in order for him to have a better chance for parole."

"That doesn't mean we shouldn't call this in," he said sternly.

Lindsay placed a hand on his arm to stop him. "Please don't. All of this will be over soon, hopefully, and then they'll have forgotten all about me." She silently pleaded him with her eyes.

Mac stared at her for a few moments before shutting his cell phone and taking the free seat next to her. "Alright, but if you get another message, I will report it."

"Of course, Mac. Thank you." Lindsay looked at her watch. "Just ten more minutes now."

Looking at Lindsay's worried face, Mac put his arm around her seat and squeezed her shoulder.

Strangely aware of the his physical touch Lindsay turned to him, "…I want to…thank you for being here." The last part came out in more of a rush than she had intended.

Seeing the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes, Mac removed his hand from her shoulder and clasped her hand in his.

"It will all work out. I promise," he said meaningfully and gave her hand a tight squeeze.

Lindsay nodded and smiled gratefully at him. Turning her head forward she looked down at their intertwined hands. She still couldn't get over the fact that Mac had actually come all the way out here to give her some support. Lindsay had always though him a kind and generally wonderful person all around, but now she was truly amazed at the consideration he was showing her.

She moved her gaze back to Mac only to catch him staring at her intently with a strange look in his eyes. Bewildered, she turned her attention to the empty front half of the room.

Mrs. Monroe, who had been watching the two, eyed both of them curiously and wondered what exactly was going on between her daughter and her kind yet enigmatic boss from New York.

Mac had been sitting there stewing over the phone messages when he turned to Lindsay and asked, "What did the first message say?"

Lost in her own private reveries, Lindsay didn't hear Mac when he first spoke. Coming out of her thoughts she realized that he was talking to her. "I'm sorry. What?"

He repeated his question to her. "Oh! Here I still have it on my phone." Lindsay pulled up the message on the screen and showed it to him. "You know if this situation wasn't so serious, I would have had a good laugh at that message. What kind of person that is trying to harass someone decides that rhyming would be a good way to go about it." She gave an ironic twist of her lips.

Mac, though, did not find it funny in the least and handed her phone back to her. Lindsay was about to ask him who was running the lab in his absence, but was prevented from doing so when a new entrant came into the room. Someone in whom Lindsay could never have forgotten.

Author's Note: And so ends another chapter. I'm quite pleased with the way this is turning out, and hope everyone else is too.

Please review. If you do Mac will let you sit on his lap while reading you love sonnets. (lol, I think that would be a bit out of character for him though.)