Lindsay walked out of the elevator, three hours after Mac had sent her out. The snow was melting out of her hair, making it lay flat on her head. She shook her head, flinging the remaining snow off her head.

"Whoa, watch it Montana." Lindsay tuned. Danny had come up beside her, now splattered with the flakes Lindsay had shaken off. Lindsay bit the inside of her lip, trying to hide her laughter.

"Sorry Danny." Lindsay smirked.

Danny gave her an irritated yet humorous look. "Whadya find out?"

"Gardens had quite a temper." Lindsay began. They headed down the hall. "He was in three fights before the bartender finally told him to leave. However none of them were with a woman, which might discredit our lovers 'theory'."

"Maybe. Maybe one of the guys he beat up called his girlfriend and had her wait outside for him?" Danny said.

Lindsay shook her head. "Not unless she can smoke five cigarettes in ten minutes. That was the rough estimate the bar tender gave me form when he entered and when he was thrown out."

"So our killer had been there before he goes in and waits until he comes out?" Danny asked.

Lindsay shrugged, "Your turn. What did you dig up?"

"Man this guy was really twisted. He joined right outta high, nothin' unusual with that. Goes through trainin', no prob. He get's shipped over seas and that's where things get messed up." Danny began. He opened the door to their office. Lindsay entered, pulling her jacket off her shoulders. "He gets wounded during battle and they send him to a M.A.S.H. unit to patch him up. The doc started reportin' Garden's becoming more aggressive, so they send him for a psych evaluation. They find him unable to continue, so they discharge him and ship him back to the states. He's twenty-three at this point. Since then, he's been goin' in and outta prison for assault charges."

"Ok, so we have the reason he fights so often. Did you get any personal information?" Lindsay asked.

Danny shook his head. "Not yet. I'm gonna catch Flack and compare notes later."

Lindsay nodded. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back in her chair.

"You look tired." Danny stated.

Lindsay lifted her head. "Just a little."

"Why don't you head home? We can pick this up tomorrow." Danny offered.

"You sure?" Lindsay asked.

"Yeah. I'm headin' home myself in a few minutes." Danny replied.

Lindsay nodded. "Alright. I'll see you in the morning." She stood up and slipped her jacket on again.

"Night, Montana." Danny said.

Lindsay smiled, "Night Danny." she walked out of the office.

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Lindsay opened the apartment door slowly. The lights were off, indicating Blake had gone to bed. Lindsay stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind her. She dropped her purse on the side table and set her keys beside it. Lindsay pulled off her boots and jacket, setting them in their place near the door. She walked further into her apartment, with only the city light to guide her.

Suddenly one of the lamps flickered on. Blake sat in the chair, watching her. Lindsay knew what was coming. Blake stood, staggering drunk, toward her. "What took you so long?"

"I was working a case, Blake." Lindsay answered.

"Don't lie to me! I know how lazy you are at work!" Blake shouted.

"Blake, calm down. The neighbors might here you." Lindsay said.

Blake grabbed Lindsay's wrist, "Don't tell me what to do." he struck her face, letting her fall to the floor.

Lindsay watched as Blake turned from her, heading up the stairs. She sighed and lowered her head. Lindsay touched her lip, finding it split and bleeding. She stood up and made her way to the bathroom on the first floor. She flipped the switch. Her lip didn't look as bad as Lindsay had thought. She picked up a hand towel and ran it under the faucet. Lindsay gently dabbed her lip, clearing it of blood. She didn't bother drying it or apply anything to it. It wasn't too bad, so nothing really needed to be done, except pray that it barely showed the next day.

Lindsay turned off the light and stepped out of the bathroom. She started up the stair to second landing. Slowly, Lindsay entered the bedroom. She carefully undressed herself and fished around for her pajamas. She found a pair of shorts and a tank top. Lindsay slipped into them and climbed into the bed.

Blake's hand found her instantly. He pulled her close to his strong chest. His hands rubbed her legs gently, cause him to groan. Lindsay bit back to tears that formed in her eyes. She tried to push Blake's hands from her, but she was rewarded with a swift hit to her head.

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