I guess I have a lot of questions to answer … :)

"Linds?" Danny asked. Her back was pressed close to his chest. He played with her hair, moving it away from the bandage on the side of her face.

She rolled slightly to look at him. "Danny. It's five in the morning. I have not slept."

"I know. Just – who's Greg?"

Lindsay shuddered involuntarily. "How do you know about Greg?"

"I – I don't. You were talking about him when I found you at the bar."

Lindsay turned back on her side and wiggled further away from Danny. "In the morning."

"Hey," Danny murmured, and scooted across the bed. He wrapped his arm around her and threw a leg over hers, pulling her to him. He kissed her cheek, cautious of the bandage on her head. "You scared of him?"

"A little," she squeaked. "It was a long time ago."

"We can talk in the morning, if you –"

"Yes. Now let me go to sleep!" She hissed, and closed her eyes.

Danny left her asleep around two hours later, placing a toasted bagel and cream cheese on the bedside table and a note alerting her to the squad car outside the apartment. He returned with a babbling Jilly, who told him all about the tiger she'd seen at her great-aunt's house. Danny wasn't exactly sure if he believed her, but nodded his head enthusiastically anyways.

They took Jillian to the park, and ran her out. Danny bet Lindsay under his breath that if they could get her to fall asleep, then she'd put off the park requests for at least a week. Lindsay took his bet. If Lindsay won, Danny would take her out to a nice restaurant dinner. If Danny won, Lindsay would spend an entire day in bed with him. Lindsay neglected to tell Danny that, after a date with him, she was planning on doing that anyways.

Danny spent their time at the park helping Jillian chase pigeons, being chased by Jillian, and chasing Jillian away from the pigeons. He came back to Lindsay every three minutes, checking her cuts, ignoring her protests of suffocation, and asking if she needed to go back to rest her head.

"Danny. Stop. I'm fine. My head doesn't hurt anymore."

"Then why can't you remember what happened?"

Lindsay averted her eyes and shrugged.

After a quick glance at Jillian, who was poking a branch that was peeking from the iron railing, he turned back to Lindsay. "Honey, would you be mad if I said I knew you were lying?"

"Yes." She scrunched up her nose.

Danny ran his hand gently along her cheek, brushing the hair behind her ear. She leaned into his hand.

Jillian shrieked. Danny whipped around, his hand on the gun he'd strapped to his waist before leaving the apartment.

He relaxed when he realized that she'd seen a bird perched on the fence, and had fallen in her attempts to snag it.

"We'll talk," he promised Lindsay, and raced after Jillian to stop her from chasing the bird into oncoming traffic.

Lindsay smiled and turned away from the street, away from the tall buildings and screeching metal, and squinted at the trees to her left. If she narrowed her vision enough, she could pretend that she was in a forest, surrounded by trees.

Danny tapped her out of her dream-world. "Sorry you can't play with her," Danny said, fingering the bruise on Lindsay's head again.

"I'll be back to normal in a day or so. The doctor said."

They watched Jillian play in front of them, letting her lead them through the park. Danny saw her eyelids drooping by the third hour. He threw a smug look at Lindsay, and picked Jilly up, wrapping her in his leather jacket. He zipped up the bottom part, just so only Jilly's head could be seen, and held her to his chest.

He and Lindsay turned and started the walk back to their apartment. "So, who's Greg?" Danny asked.

Lindsay took a deep breath. "When I was starting out as a CSI, I shared a house with a friend of mine. Her name was Trudy. She was so funny – and she could crochet like no other. You know that sweater I have? The light green one?"

"Uh huh."

"She made that."

"Wow."

"I know. She was the sweetest person. She had this brother who – who wasn't right. Something about him … I could never place it. He and Trudy used to have these yelling matches. They'd scream so loud the neighbors would complain. They were about the strangest things – Trudy didn't call one night, she didn't send their father a birthday present one year – and we'd never expect them; Greg would just show up and start screaming. Some days, the two of us would come home and we'd see that he'd moved things around the apartment. He used to take Trudy's hairbrush. She could never find it once he'd been there."

Lindsay was quiet for a while. She seemed to be thinking something over.

"What did he do to her?"

"I don't know." She sighed heavily. "I lost touch with Trudy about a year after we bought the house. She moved out, another girl moved in – I felt bad about it, but I never really reached out to Trudy after that. A couple of months after she moved out, we got a call out to a cabin in the middle of nowhere. It was Trudy's. There was blood all over the floor, and she was nowhere to be found. We never found a body."

Danny's arm found its way around Lindsay's waist.

"Greg killed her," he said slowly.

"I could never prove it. Habeas corpus, right? I looked all through those woods. I didn't find anything except a couple of mussed footprints and some oddly broken branches."

They walked in silence for a while, each listening to the sounds of the city.

"I'm sorry," he finally said.

"The thing is - I didn't really know her that well. We talked now and then, and I really liked her, but we weren't that close. My biggest regret is that I didn't know her better. And to top it all off, I could never place Greg at the scene."

"So you think he might be the one stalking us."

"I recognized him at the bar."

They arrived at their apartment, and with one wary glance around him and a nod at the patrol car, Danny walked up to the apartment.

He was pleased to note that Jilly didn't seem cold at all; his body heat and jacket had kept her warm for the walk home.

Lindsay stretched out on the couch and closed her eyes, placing her hand on her forehead. A bruise had popped up over her eye. Danny got an ice pack from the fridge and some aspirin and brought them over to her.

"I gotta say," he muttered, "you did pretty well for yourself in high heels and a dress." He put the ice pack over the bruise and put the aspirin on the table in case she asked for it.

"You should see the other guy," she said lazily, placing her hand over his.