These characters do not belong to me, but I'm just borrowing them for a little while and they will be returned will all appendages in tact. I hope :p

Thanks for the reviews guys ... here's chapter 4.

Hannah, Chapter 4:

"Lindsay not here yet?" Danny asked as he walked up to the observation window. Inside, the homeless woman looked around, her eyes panicked. They'd placed a call into social services, to see if they could find out her next of kin. Maybe they could get some medication in her. Maybe she had a prescription already.

There were a lot of maybes.

But as of right now, they had no idea what she knew, or if she really knew anything. Except … that she wanted Lindsay.

"No," Flack said. "Those nutcases that fled the scene caused a backup in traffic heading this way. If she's coming in a cab, she's probably stuck. Want me to call her?"

"Sure—see how far out she is."

Danny stepped around him, reached for the door.

"You're going to try and talk to her?"

"Lindsay?"

Flack nodded toward the woman. "Lindsay's friend."

"We've got to try something until she gets here."

"She's not going to talk to you."

Danny shorted. She wouldn't be the only one.

"Just because she wouldn't talk to you?"

"Well, yeah."

He twisted the doorknob and headed inside. The woman's eyes whipped around; focused on him. Her eyes were wild as stormy seas.

"How ya doin'?" he asked, and took the seat across from her. He set his folder of pictures and notes down in front of him.

"Where am I? What are you doing with me? Where is Detective Lindsay Monroe?"

"She's on her way."

"All of your riddles. Where is Detective Lindsay Monroe?"

Danny just stared at the woman. "I told you—Detective Flack? He told you. Detective … Lindsay Monroe's coming. We've called her."

"You're lying to me. You want to take my bones."

"Lady," Danny said, then stopped himself. For some reason, Lindsay had formed some sort of bond with this woman. He couldn't break it. It might be the only way they would find out the truth.

"I'm Detective Danny Messer," he said his name the same way she said Lindsay's. "Lindsay's partner. You said that your friend Mike told you some secrets. Can you tell me what those secrets are?"

"Detective Danny Messer?" she repeated. She looked confused, and her eyes lost some of the wildness.

"You can tell me. Lindsay would tell you that you could tell me."

"Lindsay?" she muttered and frowned over the word.

"Detective Lindsay Monroe."

"You're Danny. Detective Lindsay Monroe's Danny."

He breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes."

Then she reached out and smacked him in the middle of his forehead with the palm of her hand. "You hurt Lindsay."

"I—"

He turned as Flack stepped in, held up a hand to stop him. When he turned back to the woman, she hit him over the head with his folder.

"Hey," he reached out, snatched the folder back. "Listen lady, you're going to get yourself booked for assault on a police officer."

"You need some help there, Messer?" Flack asked, not even trying to disguise the laughter in his voice.

Danny didn't bother to turn around and look at him. He didn't have a chance. The wild eyed panic had come back into the woman's eyes and she started to scream.

"You can't lock me up. You'll steal my bones."

"What bones? Listen, we're going to get Lindsay. Detective Lindsay—"

"You're after my bones. You want them. You'll destroy them. She told me about you."

He sighed. The woman had slid back into the paranoia. He'd destroyed a lot of things with Lindsay, but he was fairly sure at least her bones were intact. "Lindsay's on her way. She's coming."

"She told me. I can't trust you. I know! Do not trust Detective Danny Messer—he's a liar and a cheater. He's a cheater. He hurt Detective Lindsay Monroe. Stay away from me! Stay away! Cheater! CHEATER!"

At that, she pushed back, pushed away and nearly fell back in her haste. Danny jumped up and reached over the table, tried to catch her, but she batted his hands away.

And she started to scream. Danny just watched, not know what else to do.

"Danny maybe you should—"

"I got it," he said, picking up his folder as he kept an eye on the woman. She was trembling. Over in the corner trembling.

She'd stopped screaming, at least.

Without taking his eyes off of her, he backed up and slid through the door Flack had opened.

"Her bones," he muttered as Flack shut the door. "What do bones have to do with anything? Does she think we're going to do something with Quiet Mike's bones."

"Don't you usually? You should know," Flack said, looking down the hallway. "Stella and Hawkes came down to see what we were getting out of her. So unless they left before it all came out, they heard what she said."

Danny let out a breath and ran a hand over his face. "Great. You reach Lindsay?"

Flack grimaced and pulled his phone back out. "I got a little distracted by the show."

"Then see where she is. Apparently this lady knows her pretty good."