A/N – so lets just forget I ever made a prediction about the number of chapters this story may be….OK?

Chapter 10: Four seasons in one day.

Flack approached Lindsay's hospital room and caught sight of Stella on her knees, soothing Danny's seated form. He could hear her issuing reassuring words as he wrapped on the door frame. He spoke softly.

"Dan. An EMT, first responder on Lindsay's scene, is here. She's been calling the station house and lab trying to find you."

"K." Danny said, indicating he was fine right there if Flack wanted to bring the EMT in.

"Yeah. This is ICU and they got rules on number of visitors." Flack said still standing in the doorway. "If I move my left foot we are already over that limit by two. Why don't you come out and talk to her in the waiting room?"

Danny wiped at his face as he rose and walked passed Flack, who caught Stella's thankful expression. She then proceeded to pull the privacy curtain knowing she had to perform a rape exam.

Flack made the introductions.

"Alisa Remy, this is Danny Messer." Danny outstretched his hand which she took and pumped half heartedly a few times taking in the disheveled, blue-eyed detective before her.

"Hey," She said half nodding, but not progressing the conversation.

"You've been trying to reach him?" Flack supplied.

"Yeah." She said running her hand through her hair, suddenly seeming unsure. The seasoned interrogator, Flack noticed.

"Why don't you just tell us what happened when you arrive at the call." Flack suggested.

The petite EMT nodded.

"Upstairs tenant called it in - woman had been beaten and needed medical attention. We found her just behind the door to stairway leading up to apartments over the stores on 15th." She paused, recalling the scene. "She was struggling to stand, trying to find her phone. When she saw us, right off she told us she was pregnant." At that Flack raised his eyebrows, but otherwise registered no reaction.

"But she kept trying to find her phone. We thought it was to call for help, but even with us there, she kept looking. We tried to get her to calm down so we could examine and treat her. That was when she identified herself as a CSI and said it was important to find her partner Danny Messer. We told her we'd find him, and then she finally let us look at her." She met Danny's eyes, which were clouded with his and Lindsay's shared pain.

"At first we heard the fetal heartbeat, but it was thready, and with Detective Monroe's condition, we sorta knew…." She trailed off. Danny understood they knew the tiny life was slipping away and they needed to focus on Lindsay.

"She let us treat some immediate wounds, but she was beat pretty bad, we were all sure she had internal injuries. She was starting to lose consciousness and that seemed to panic her." Danny inhaled sharply and audibly at the image of Lindsay hurt and scared. "She grabbed my arm and kept telling me over and over 'You have to find Danny Messer. You have to find Danny.'" At this she looked from Danny to Flack and back again. She had to make a choice, to trust or not. She was unwilling to continue. Again Flack picked up the tension.

"What did she want you to find him for?"

"She passed out before she ever said what she wanted us to do when we found him." She said honestly.

Flack nodded. "Dan. You can go back to the room. I can finish up here." He said.

"Thanks." Danny said weakly.

"Sure" she said watching as Danny turned and heads back to Lindsay's room.

Flack immediately returned his attention to the EMT.

"What else did she say?" She turned to him and without missing a beat continued.

"Danny Messer. You have to find him. He's not safe." Flack's brow furrowed.

"She said it over and over. 'Please, Danny Messer, you have to find him. He's not safe.' Detective Flack, I still don't know if she meant that he was in danger," her voiced dropped slightly. "Or if he was the danger." Flack nodded again. He was beginning to wonder himself.

"Thank you for everything you did for Lindsay. I know she would thank you herself if she could, for finding him, one way or another."

She looked unconvinced, as if she wasn't sure if Lindsay herself was safe.

They both glanced down the hallway to see that Danny had not re-entered Lindsay's room but instead stood further down the hallway with his cell phone to his ear.

"Pop. I gotta talk to you about Joey Black," he ran his hand through his hair, "and Lindsay."

"Danny you know I don't like to talk on these cell phones." He said, feigning an old man unaccustomed to technology.

Danny swallowed and looked up the hallway to Flack and the EMT, and his eyes traveled back to the doorway of Lindsay's hospital room.

Sighing he continued, "I can be there in an 45 minutes." He said before clapping shut his phone.