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A/N: Finale.

Last charter, still December 16th

Lindsay turned off her phone first thing after she had entered her apartment and closed the door behind her.

How bewildering that the very first thought that crossed her mind was to inhibit every possible contact.

With anybody.

She couldn't talk right now, she couldn't listen to anyone's voice on the phone, let alone in person. For several minutes she didn't move, leaning against the front door of her apartment, telling herself that she was safe now, that she had to be sensible, pull herself together, call someone.

It would take some time until her breath and her quickened pulse would normalize.

She closed her eyes, aware of the fact that her body was still under the influence of adrenalin, that biochemical processes where the reason why she was shaking like hell and her heart pounding that fast.

She knew all that, and she had already experienced it once before.

And she hadn't forgotten a second of it.

Literally, not one single second.

Her face was motionless, her brain was completely empty. She couldn't think, couldn't even remember clearly what had just happened.

She hold her breath.

Out of a sudden she felt her knees buckle under her and she helplessly fell to the ground. Her body started shaking vividly and at the same moment she realized that her toes and fingers were numb. Slowly she tucked up her legs and started rubbing her cold, white fingers.

Suddenly it hit hear, just like a wave of water that came tumbling down on her.

Everything came back, every singly moment, piece by piece, and her mind started working, replaying the scene, again and again.

She felt the cold air in her lungs, heard the distant sound of engines and heavy rain drops on the car top.

Suddenly she was back there.

His warm breath, just next to her ear.

The calm, sort of homely voice that didn't match with the strangely motionless expression on his face.

She couldn't let go of that weird feeling that had crossed her mind the moment she had noticed him. Something had seemed to be wrong with the proportion of his eyes, or his cheeks, something really irritating had immediately caught her attention, though she couldn't name it yet.

He was still out there.

Tears started running down her cheeks, she sobbed loudly.

It was all back now.

And she seriously feared that she wouldn't cope this time.

He had pulled the trigger. He had counted down to 1, then pointed the gun to his own head and pulled the trigger.

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Mac was still in his office, working on the Jason Parker case. Somehow he felt that this case was of a special importance, though he couldn't explain this feeling in any way. He was making some notes on what they now had to do.

Check Jason Parker's gave and look for traces of the real killer.

Get in contact with the prison where Parker had been arrested up to his death.

Once more go through the old data on the serial killings Parker had been blamed for, try to find inconsistencies.

Mac took a look at his watch and wasn't surprised that it was already after midnight. Time to leave the lab.

He yawned, rubbed his eyes, then closed the folders and stacked them up on his desktop. Suddenly his phone rang.

'Mac Taylor'.

'Hey, Mac. Could you maybe come by my flat?'

'What happened Lindsay?'

'I …' She paused. He heard her breath through the phone.

'Lindsay, are you alright?'

'Yes, it's … the serial killer is not far from my apartment, he's dead …'

Mac jumped up and grabbed his jacket.

'Are you okay, Lindsay? Are there any injureds, do you need an ambulance?'

'No, Mac, no injureds, and I'm fine too. I just … he killed himself Mac.'

Her voice broke.

'I'll be there in a second, Linds, don't move. I'll be there.'

He entered the elevator and pushed the button reading 'first floor'.

'I am sorry … I am so sorry … I …,' Lindsay said.

'What do you mean?'

'I just knew it …'

'What?'

'That it would all catch up with me. That it would all come back.'

A/N: Hope you like this ending and that it wasn't too predictable either …