Lindsay's POV
I kept coming in and out of consciousness. I felt dizzy and sick. The only thing I could smell was my own blood and the only thing I could see was the inside of the trunk and my blood. I wasn't going to live much longer, I knew that. It was too late for me. I hoped Danny would be ok. Even if he had pushed me away, I still loved him. Flack would help him get over my death. I would miss everyone so much... but I have to face the truth. I had lost so much blood already. Everything hurt. Even though I know I'm going to die, I can't stop hoping.
Sheldon's POV
I know Lindsay. She wouldn't give up, just because someone was trying to kill her. She would make it through this.
I looked at the crime scene. All this couldn't be her blood. Some of it had to be someone else's. The killer couldn't have kidnapped her without her putting up a fight. I walked over to the side of the street. There was a smaller ally. I went down it. Near the dumpster I saw a gun. Lindsay's gun.
I picked it up and put it in the bag. It was covered in blood.
Adam's POV
We were back at the lab now. I was working on Lindsay's gun. I still can't believe she could be gone...
I looked up as the computer beeped. The blood results. (Sorry if I get this part wrong) It wasn't Lindsay's blood!
"Mac!" I yelled.
Mac came into the room. "What is it Adam?"
"The blood on the gun! It's not Lindsay's!"
"What?"
"The glass must have cut the killers hands pretty deep. None of the blood on the gun is hers. That also means that not all of the blood on the street is hers."
"We have to work harder. This could mean she is still alive."
Danny's POV
I still can't believe this is happening... It could have happened to anyone but it happened to her. Why couldn't it have happened to someone else? I love Lindsay. I never got the chance to make her believe that. We have to find her.