Lindsay knocked tentatively on the hotel room door Madeline and Andrew were sharing while they were in New York. She'd taken thirty seconds to track it down instead of asking Emily and was thankful. Andrew was the one that opened the door.

"Lindsay."

"Andrew. Is Madeline around?" Lindsay had always liked Andrew. He was quieter than Lindsay would have expected Madeline to go for but he'd subtly stood by her decision to move to New York and her decision to keep her job. The fact that he was a big city native – Calgary, Alberta until his father's job had brought him across the border to the United States just before high school – had her appealing to him more than Madeline.

"She's 'cooling off' I believe."

Lindsay sighed. "Good. I wanted to talk to you."

"I'm not sure what I can do this time, Linds," he told her honestly, opening the door so Lindsay could step in. "Maddy's pretty upset."

"Emily came to me at the lab this morning," Lindsay replied, taking a seat on one of the chairs by the window. "She told me she's starting to hate her own mother." If that didn't explain to Andrew how dire the situation was, Lindsay wasn't sure what would.

"She said that?" Andrew asked, partially defeated and dropping into the chair across from her.

"You and I both know Emily doesn't hate anyone."

"Not without good reason. Maddy's not giving her a good reason."

"Don't. You're not on Maddy's side about this. Emily's right, she deserves to do what she wants."

"This is a big city…"

"You lived in a big city as a kid," Lindsay pointed out. "Look, I don't want this to get worse. I don't want Maddy and Emily to have a falling out because of her room mate's murder, a murder Emily had no part in."

"This would never have happened in Bozeman."

"You know most of the people when you live in Bozeman."

"You want her to stay."

Lindsay sighed. "I want what she wants, Andy. Honestly. If she wants to stay in New York, wants to study at NYU and get a career, she should be able to do that."

"Maddy wants her to get married, to have kids."

"What's to say she won't?" Lindsay asked frankly. "I've juggled both."

"Never a family. Your relationships fell apart when the guys found out what your job was, no offence," Andrew pointed out.

"That doesn't mean there isn't one out there that doesn't understand what I do," she replied, her mind flashing to Danny. "Emily will find someone too."

"Big cities are more dangerous than small towns."

"Accidents happen in big cities. There's no such thing as an accident in Bozeman." The tone of her voice was bitter. There were parts of her shooting that her family didn't know and wouldn't know. She would never tell them who it was who shot her, never tell them the connection between them, and never, ever, tell them about the things she'd lost in that shooting.

"I don't know what you want me to do."

"I want you to make sure neither of them makes a mistake. Maddy can be hot-headed, I know that, but Emily's just as stubborn as she is. Something's going to have to give, they're going to have to make a compromise."

Andrew sighed. "Why are you doing this?"

Lindsay smiled as she stood, making her way to the door and turning back. "I regret not patching things up with Mom before I came here. I don't talk to her as much as I wish I did. I don't want that to happen with Maddy and Em," she answered simply, closing the door firmly behind her.

Danny knew three things when he stepped into the interrogation room with Flack and Stella:

!) Derek Reynolds was scum. There was nothing else he could describe the man as, if he could even call the guy a man.

2) There was no question; this guy was an addict. He shook and his eyes looked like crap. If they couldn't hold him on murder, they were most likely going to be able to hold him on drug charges. He was pretty confident about the murder anyway, since an in depth look at his apartment had revealed a gun that had been fired. Tests had said it was the gun that had shot Lynn Stevenson and Ryan Hann

3) His Montana was behind the window watching the whole thing.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Reynolds maintained as Stella stepped up to him.

"We haven't even started and you're already denying everything," she said with a twisted smile. She dropped an autopsy picture on the table. "Claudia Stevenson."

Danny noticed Reynolds' Adam's apple bob. "You know her?" Theoretically, it was a rhetorical question.

"Nope."

"Don't lie to us, Derek. It doesn't look good when you go to court," Flack picked up, taking the chair beside Stella, across from Reynolds. Danny stayed standing.

"So what if I did."

"We know you didn't beat her," Stella replied.

Reynolds' hand came to trace the face in the picture. "I never could."

Even addicts have feelings, Danny thought to himself. "When did you see her last?"

"She called me a couple of weeks ago. I went over."

"You get high while you were there?" Danny asked, surprised at how much of a wimp this guy was. Most of the other druggies and dealers were adversarial in the interrogation room. Reynolds was passive.

"We both did."

"So what happened, Derek?"

"She was dead when I came out. I was going to have a shower after… When I came out, she was dead."

"And no one was there?" Stella asked, even though she, Danny and Flack had already figured out the answer to that.

Reynolds nodded.

"See, that's not the way it went down, Derek," Flack stated, leaning forward on the metal table. "You know it."

"Ryan Hann was there when you got out of the shower. He was surprised at what he'd done, beating up the woman he claimed to love. You were angry too, so you did the first thing you could think of and grabbed your gun. You killed him because he killed your girlfriend."

Reynolds was silent.

"So tell me, Derek," Danny started, sitting down beside the druggie. "Why her?" He placed a picture of Claudia's sister down beside the one of Claudia. "She was just there to patch things up with her sister."

"But that didn't matter much, did it, because she was the only witness, to you shooting Ryan. She'd been in the living room, looking through the pictures in Claudia's picture box but came to the door when she heard the shot," Stella added smoothly. "She was turning to run, to get out of there, but you couldn't have someone around who could pin you on this. It was a perfect murder/suicide. But Lynn saw it all."

"Claudia didn't want anything to do with him!" Reynolds exploded. "She promised he was out of her life. Then he showed up at her apartment door or whatever. I could hear them fighting from the bathroom, then silence. I looked out to check on her and she was just lying there! I was angry." He appealed to Danny and Flack. "What would you have done?"

Danny was pretty sure he'd beat the other guy right back, but didn't say it.

"She would have been my first priority," Flack stated stonily.

Reynolds looked confused.

Stella's lips twisted into a thin line. "While you were shooting Claudia's ex and her sister, Claudia's internal injuries were killing her. You could have saved her if you'd called 9-1-1."

Danny followed Stella out of the room, coming to stand next to Lindsay by the window. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders for a split second. "Come on, Montana. Let's go home."

Lindsay sighed, arms crossed over her chest. "All of this, and he's… he doesn't even know the damage he's caused."

Danny nodded, physically turning her away from the window this time. "I know, Linds. It sucks."

The tension leaked out of her shoulders where his hands rested as he marched her down the hall. "Cook me dinner?" she asked softly, thankful for the usual bustle of the lab so only he was able to hear her.

"Anything you want, Montana," he promised with a smile. "I'll meet you downstairs in fifteen."