Danny and Lindsay were at her place.
"So, you really didn't know you had a twin sister?"
Lindsay shook her head, but something in her eyes made Danny not believe her completely.
"Are you hiding something from me, Linds?"
"It's stupid. It's probably just a coincidence."
He looked her deep in the eyes.
"But maybe it's not. Tell me."
She hesitated. He put his hands on her shoulders.
"Please?"
She gave in.
"Okay. Well I've always had that dream, when I was little. If I felt lonely, I dreamt that I had a sister, a twin sister, and we were at a playground, I was swinging and she was pushing me. She laughed, and I told her I wanted to last this moment forever, and she said it probably wouldn't.
I asked her why, and she said she didn't know. But we should enjoy the moment, she ensured me."
Tears were falling down Lindsay's face now.
"Oh Lindsay," Danny said, pulling her close to him. "Shhh, its okay… I'll make sure we'll get him… It's okay to cry, you lost someone close to you, even though you never knew her."
"It just so… I don't know, Danny, I lost someone I never had, but still I miss her, but I won't allow myself to miss her because…"
Her sobs became heavier and Danny caressed her hair and tried to comfort her. He didn't know what to say, so he didn't say anything.
And Lindsay was grateful for that.
Early February"Paul Butler."
"What's with him?"
"He's our suspect. Doesn't his last name sound familiar to you too, Montana?"
"Yeah. Maybe we had a suspect once, with that name?"
"Or a victim."
"Could be."
Danny's pager went off.
"We have a new case. You coming? I'll let Flack bring the guy in."
"Sure."
Once at the scene, Mac stopped them both.
"I need to talk to you, first," he said.
Danny and Lindsay nodded and followed Mac.
"Lindsay," Mac said with a sigh. "As you might know, you're already off the other case."
She nodded. "Of course. I understand."
"Well, I can't let you work at this one too."
"Why not? Do I know the victim?"
"Probably."
Mac showed her a picture.
"Do you recognize this man?"
Lindsay became pale.
"Yes," she whispered. "Yes, I do."
"Hey Peyton," Danny said, walking in the morgue.
"Hey," Peyton responded. "I heard about Lindsay's sister. It's really sad."
Danny just nodded. "Can you tell me the cause of dead?"
"Sure. One single stab wound in the chest. She bled to death. And," she continued, "The man you just brought in has exactly the same COD. The cases are probably related."
Danny growled. "Someone's trying to hurt Lindsay."
"It looks that way."
"Danny!"
Lindsay came running into the morgue.
"Linds, you shouldn't be here, Peyton's busy with the autopsies."
Then he saw how pale she was.
"I know, I'm sorry. Can you step outside for a minute, then?"
"Sure."
He looked at Peyton. "I'll be right back."
"Of course."
Once they were outside the morgue, Danny turned to Lindsay.
"What's wrong?"
"He's after me," Lindsay whispered.
TBC