Chapter 4
It was now two days after the attack yet there was another major meeting going on in Sinclair's office. The Chief of Detectives along with Mac, and every CSI team leader was there. If they thought hell had broken out once it had again. The evidence from the Lindsay Monroe case was gone and Mac more than anyone else in that room was furious, and furious was an understatement.
The team leaders had spent the better part of the morning trying to figure out how all the evidence had disappeared from the evidence locker on the 35th floor.
"It appears whoever it was bypassed the access codes to the evidence locker," said Roberts.
"What about the video cameras?" asked Sinclair.
"They were down. IT is still trying to figure out how and why," said Mac.
"So you have no idea who entered the locker?' asked Sinclair.
Mac shook his head "No we don't."
The discussion continued as Mac laid out some new security details everyone hoped that it doesn't happen again.
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Four days Later:
Lindsay had been in the ICU for six days now and everyone was starting to wonder whether she would wake up. Sid and Sheldon had reassured the others that it would take time how long nobody knew. Her head had been struck so hard that she had been left with a skull fracture. Scans o her brain didn't find anything serious but it still worried everyone.
Sid and Sheldon surmised that with the combination of the other injuries, Lindsay's body was taking its time in healing and that's why she hadn't woken up from the coma she had slipped into after the attack.
Still it didn't stop everyone on Mac's team from worrying or staying away from the hospital. They had all stuck to the schedule that had been set up days before unless called to a crime scene if that happened, someone else would take over.
But on day six, she had begun showing signs that she was starting to wake up. As she became more alert, she was also disoriented. Sid and Sheldon again found themselves reassuring everyone that it was alright. All they could do was talk to her and reassure her that everything was alright.
Eight days after the attack Mac had come early as usual to take his turn at staying at Lindsay's bedside. Don had left as soon as Mac arrived and headed home to get ready for another day of catching the bad guys.
Mac was so engrossed in reading the newspaper that he didn't even notice that Lindsay had woken up until he heard her.
"Mac, what happened?"
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Detective Jessica Angell was desperately wishing she had a cup of coffee right now. She had been on call and had gotten the call forty five minutes ago to report to a scene in midtown. When she arrived, the beat cops had already secured the scene and were waiting for her, CSU, and the ME.
Jess took a quick look around and got a quick look at the body before realizing that there was something familiar about the vic. She had seen her before but where? She was asking herself as an officer handed her the vic's purse. Taking a quick glance inside, she found the vic's wallet and ID along with a badge the Jess recognized immediately. The badge was for the building where the crime lab was then it hit her. She'd seen the woman at crime scenes and at the lab she was one of the CSI lab techs. Shit!
Turning to the officers on the scene, Jess spoke up, "When the CSI's and ME arrive, don't let them in yet I need to speak to them first. Got it!"
"Got it Angell," spoke up several of the cops as others nodded.
For Jess, it seemed like an eternity before she spotted Hawkes, Stella, CSI techs, and the ME.
Heading over to the gathered group, Jess was dreading having to tell them who the vic was but it had to be done. She knew Mac would probably hit the ceiling when told.
"Jess, they told us you wanted to see us first, what's going on?" asked Stella a bit puzzled.
Holding up the wallet and badge she said. "Our vic is one of your people."
All eyes were on the picture of the vic and Sheldon was close enough to read the name.
Jess saw the various reactions from the gathered group.
"I just saw her yesterday after we got off shift," spoke up one of the techs clearly shaken.
Stella didn't waste time, whipping out her phone she hit Mac's speed dial number. Waiting for Mac to pick up the phone, Stella was giving one of the techs a reassuring pat with her other hand.
"Taylor."
"Mac its Stella," she spoke into the phone stepping away for some privacy. "I'm at a crime scene in midtown," taking a deep breath, "Our vic is one of our techs."
