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Chapter 10

"She asked you not to leave her?" Flack questioned, but already knowing the answer. "She's been worse than that?" Angell nodded toward all his questions.

"We don't know what she meant by that, we didn't get chance to ask her." She replied.

Suddenly a loud beeping noise flooded the room, it was coming from Brooke's room. Angell shot up, that was the sound of a heart monitor.

"She's flat lining, get the paddles, we're losing her. Charge to three hundred! Clear!" A voice came from inside the room.

Flack also stood. "Oh God." He whispered.

"But she was fine when we found her. She'd been outside, like that, all night! What could they have possibly done to make her flat line?!" Jess, panicking, rhetorically asked.

"This isn't working, charge to three hundred and sixty!" Another voice from inside the room shouted.

Angell and Flack's faces were both entranced by the door into her room.

"Clear!" A voice yelled. After a quick sizzling sort of noise they heard a scream, a girls scream, a loud scream, she'd woken up. How was that possible no one wakes up when they've been revived by paddles?

Angell and Flack looked at each other then ran into the room.

***CSI:NY***

Stella and Mac hadn't spoken to her since they had gotten back, even when she'd handed the reports to them from the last case. If Danny was here then maybe someone would be able to comfort her. But Danny nor Hawkes was in today, it was their on-call day. They had to come in when they were called, which Lindsay thought, was unlikely.

Lindsay sighed. There was no security cameras anywhere, so she could get no videos of who the perp could be. Lindsay looked toward the doors just as Stella happened to walk in. She walked over to the desk at the opposite side of the room, grabbed some papers, turned and walked back toward the door.

"Do you think I could do something other than look at crime scene stills, please?" Lindsay asked politely in an attempt to get them talking again.

"Nope." Stella replied in a bland tone.

Stella and Mac never acted like this, probably because she broke the law. But Lindsay couldn't handle it, she popped, right there and then.

"You know….." Lindsay started in an annoyed tone. Stella stopped in the doorway and turned to Lindsay. "…..have you ever noticed, I'm the one that's always picked on?" Lindsay said.

"You broke the rules Lindsay, we don't take kindly to that." Stella replied sternly.

"I feel like a helpless school kid, who gets picked on because they can't stand up for themselves, all of you at least once, have broken the code, I don't see why I should be treated any different. Is it because I'm a doormat? Or maybe because I'm from the country side, a totally different world to you? Or even 'cause I'm one of the youngest?!" Lindsay went to overload mode. Mac had heard the commotion and was standing outside the glass walls.

"Whenever one of you lot broke the law, the rest of you were there to help them through or to treat them the same or sometimes even better, to support them. But with me, I'm either ignored or shouted at!" Mac listened to Lindsay's rant and had decided to step in.

"Lindsay, you…." but he was cut off by Lindsay.

"This may sound childish, I'm sure you'll be able to bully me for it later but…..your just mean!" Lindsay finished off before stripping her gloves and lab coat off, throwing them on the ground and storming out, leaving an upset and determined to get her friend back Stella and an angry Mac.

He wasn't angry at Lindsay but at himself for being so harsh and she was right most or all of them have broken the law at one point, why should it be different for her?

***CSI:NY***

Arthur Dunstonn was homeless, but he didn't mind it wasn't that bad. You had your shopping cart, full of your essentials and your life. That's all you needed to live, well, that's what he thought anyway. Today was Saturday. He liked Saturdays, there was always more stuff in the garbage cans.

He stood up and stretched. It was early, none of the other homeless people that he travelled with had woken up yet. So if he set off now, he would get the best pick of the day. At that thought he smiled and grabbed his trolley from behind him and started pushing it down the alley way, while smiling and humming along to the only tune that he knew, 'Hallelujah'.

This song had been sung by many people, but all done in different ways. Lately he had heard it sung by a young girl, she was maybe in her teens, he didn't know her name and he didn't know where she was from, but she had been singing it while walking past him in an alley, there was no one else there but him, but she hadn't noticed him. She had the most beautiful voice he had ever heard. After that he hadn't seen her again, but he wouldn't forget her.

Arthur wasn't tall but wasn't exactly small either, he was skinny though. His face was filled with stubbles of hair which was grey and matched the hair on his head, which was long and matted with grease and sweat. He had a crooked smile and grey eyes. He walked with a limp. He wore a tatty old brown jacket with a dark a dark green sweater underneath. Along with that he wore some long, grey trousers and some extremely well worn shoes.

It was a good life for Arthur.

At a two way turning, Arthur stopped and looked both ways, it wasn't to see if cars were coming. It was to choose which way he should go. If he went right it would take him on the normal route that most of his homeless friends took, usually he would go that way too, but today he decided against it. He decided to go left.

For one it was a short cut, and two, there was more garbage bins than imaginable there. The only reason why the group didn't go that way was because of a shooting where a guy got killed. They believed that, whenever you went down that alley, something bad would happen.

But Arthur wasn't scared, in fact he was rather intrigued by the whole danger concept. But most of all he couldn't wait till the garbage rummaging! An even bigger smile grew across his face.

'Yep! This was going to be a great day!'

Or was it? SO, okay, I know what a crappy chapter right? Well, I'm extremely sorry for that, but you need it to understand the rest :P Please review me! I might treat you to a 'TV rant' soon!