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As soon as he entered the room, Lindsay averted her sight to the right corner of the room and stayed that way. She would not look at him.

Breathing heavily, she stood up when they called her to the witness stand. As the guard opened the gate for her, Lindsay turned her head to look back at her mother and Mac, both of whom smiled at her in support. Gathering herself together she made her way to the witness stand. After being sworn in, Lindsay sat down and looked at the lawyer who was advancing towards her.

Throughout the whole questioning Lindsay kept her gaze either at the lawyer or on the wood paneling in front of her. Answering his questions as best she could; all Lindsay could do was pray that it would be enough to keep that monster behind bars.

After the attorney was finished with his line of questions, he smiled to let her know that she had answered everything perfectly. The lawyer for the defense was asked if they had any questions for the witness. When they said, "no they did not," something akin to a battle cry shone through Lindsay's eyes. They had better not have any questions for me.

Coming out of the witness stand, Lindsay's curiosity got the better of her and she risked a glance towards the defendants' table. A shiver went down her spine as she met the black gaze of the man in whom she had been avoiding looking at, until this moment. His psychosis knew no bounds when he even had the audacity to smile at her. Not knowing whether to be more frightened or angry, Lindsay turned her head and walked back to her seat.

When she sat down both Mac and her mother took in her shaking form and told her she had done well. Sighing in relief that at least that part was over, Lindsay leaned back in her chair. Not before, however, being astonished because Mac retook a hold of her hand.

The rest of the trial past by uneventfully and without any shocking revelations, both of which Lindsay was grateful for. The court was then recessed until three days from the end of this part of the trial. Grabbing her purse, both her companions helped her to her feet and guided her to the exit.

Mac smiled at her, "You really did well, Lindsay."

"Yeah, you really couldn't have done any better than that." Her mother repeated his sentiments.

Looking at both of them, Lindsay hitched her purse back up her arm. "I'm just so happy that that part is over, now." She smiled briefly. "I hope that the both of you won't get too sick of me saying that because I have a feeling I'll keep repeating myself for quite sometime."

Mrs. Monroe and Mac both glanced amusedly at her. "Of course not, dear," Lindsay's mother answered her.

Squinting their eyes at the glaring sun the group of three exited the courthouse and made their way down the steps. "Where's Mr. Monroe?" Mac questioned before hastily adding, "If you don't mind my asking."

"Not at all," replied Mrs. Monroe. Lindsay was too busy staring in wonderment at how the sunlight managed to make his eyes look even bluer, and why she had never noticed this before. "Unfortunately, he had to go attend a state conference. He didn't want to go, mind you, but Lindsay here," she said this with a nod in her daughter's direction, "insisted that he attend it. It took a lot of convincing too, but in the end she got around to him. She's such a generous soul and so smart too." She proudly added and reached out to pet Lindsay's soft hair.

"Okay, mom." Lindsay gave a small laugh; she hoped that her mother would have the decency not to embarrass her in front of Mac. "He's already hired me, no need to boast of my qualities."

"Well alright, dear, I was just saying." Mrs. Monroe turned to Mac, "When are you planning on flying back to New York? Because I have to insist that you join us for dinner. It's the least we can do." She smiled expectantly at him."

"Actually," Mac moved them to the side to avoid the crowd, "I took a few days leave and was planning on booking a hotel room, but I think I can squeeze it in my schedule to join you lovely ladies for dinner," he said charmingly, "especially if it's homemade."

"You can expect nothing less to come out of my kitchen," Mrs. Monroe boasted, but then added, "However, if you're to stay here for a day or so I see no reason why you should waste money on a hotel room when we've a perfectly good guest room back at the house. Yes," she seemed set on the idea, "that's what you must do. Tell him he must, Lindsay."

Lindsay turned to Mac and murmured, "Yes, you must." She gave Mac a grin and laughed at her mother's antics.

Mac's eyes danced with merriment, "If you insist I…" Mrs. Monroe who was attempting to brush something off Lindsay's shirt interrupted him.

"What on earth is that?" She asked pointing at a red dot on Lindsay's shirt.

Mac looked down at her shirt. Eyes opening wide he lunged at Lindsay before shouting, "Get down!"

Lindsay slammed into the cement ground with Mac half on top of her while being aware of two shots ringing out in the vicinity.

"Oh, God."

Lindsay's eyes met Mac's as he cupped her face in his hands. "Are you hurt?" He asked her urgently.

Lindsay shook her head no, still in shock, before asking, "Where's my mom?"

Mac looked to the side and saw Mrs. Monroe on her knees crawling towards them. "Are you hurt?" He repeated the question to her mother.

"No. What about Lindsay?" Her voice was shaking with worry.

"I'm fine." Came Lindsay's voice very faintly. Police and security guards were ushering everyone back into the courthouse. Mac helped Lindsay and her mother up off the ground. Keeping an arm around Lindsay he hurried all of them back into the courthouse.

Author's Note: Yea!! Another chapter finished. Hmmm… I wonder what will happen next. LOL.

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