As Danny was about to turn and leave, Adam came running down the hallway to Mac's office.
"Mac.. Danny.." He called, trying to catch his breath. "There's a..-"
"Adam calm down, is it Lindsay?" Danny asked, stopping Adam with his hands.
"A GPS signal came through, her cell phone has been switched on." Adam replied once he had caught his breath.
"What? Where? Can you trace it?" Danny asked anxiously. Adam shook his head slowly.
"Danny, I'm sorry. There was a very weak signal, but it's just not enough to tell us where she is. All it can tell me is the phone has been switched on - she could be somewhere underground... a tunnel maybe?"
"Damnit!" Danny shouted. He turned around and punched the wall behind him.
"Danny!" Mac exclaimed. "Keep your temper under wraps - we don't need this right now." Mac turned to Adam and handed him the evidence bag with Lindsay's hair in. "Run this hair, and check for a match to Lindsay. Flack and Danny found it at the scene."
Adam took the small bag from Mac and placed it in his top pocket. "Will do boss, straight away." Adam replied. "I'll let you know if I get anything else from Lindsay's cell phone." He turned and quickly made his way back down the hall to the lab.
"Mac I can't do this - I need to be doing something. I need to find her!" Danny exclaimed, his voice turning louder and more agitated by the second.
"Danny, go home. " Mac ordered. "You are unauthorized to work right now."
Danny looked at Stella for help and sighed. He knew she always won mac over, but this time he knew she knew it was best to leave it well alone.
"Come on Dan, I'll give you a ride." Flack offered. He slapped Danny on the back and pulled him in the direction of the doors.
Once in the car, Danny was silent. He just wanted to be able to go back to his apartment and find Lindsay there, waiting for him.
"So.. I was right." Flack said, breaking the silence. He pulled out of the Crime Lab's parking lot and on to the main road, heading towards Dannys apartment.
"Right about what, Flack?" Danny replied, not looking at him.
"You and Miss. Monroe, " Flack answered as he pulled up at the lights. "Obviously I know why you wouldn't want Mac to know, but - "
"Flack, you have no idea." Danny said. He leaned back in the chair and rested his head on the head rest, closing his eyes.
"Try me." Flack teased. "I have been there before, you know." Danny stayed silent for a few moments more before opening his eyes and staring out through the windscreen.
"I Love her." Danny stated bluntly. "This whole thing of not knowing where she is, and if she's ok, ...it's tearing me apart. I can't stand not knowing whats happening to her. I thought Mac might have understood."
"He's just doing what he thinks is best for you Danny, you know that." Flack replied as he pulled up outside Dannys apartment. "You want me to come up?"
"Nah, I'm good." Danny sighed. "Do me a favour though - you have to let me know what happens, ok? Anything."
"You'll be the first to know Messer, don't worry." Flack waited for Danny to get inside his apartment before pulling away and heading back to the lab.
Lindsay slowly opened her eyes. A small beep eminated from her cell phone that was halfway across the room. She pulled herself up, and immediately her head started to throb, forcing her to throw up. She could vaguely remember Marcus throwing her against the wall and leaving but that was it. Lindsay wiped her mouth and made her way to her phone across the floor A message flashed across the front screen '1 New Voicemail'. She grabbed her phone as quick as she could and flipped it open.
"Danny..." She breathed as a missed call from his cell displayed across the screen. A small smile crept along her small, bruised lips as she pressed ok to listen to her message.
'Montana.. my cell died..."
She listened to the words flow from Dannys mouth and into her ear. Jus the comforting sound of his voice made her heart beat irratically. 'Maybe Danny knows I'm missing..' She thought to herself as she waited for the voice message to finish. When it did, she searched through her contacts for Danny's cell number and dialled. Sheknew that the signal was bad, but hoped there would be enough for her to get through. The line crackled after a few silent seconds and went dead.
"Dammit!" She shouted. She moved over towards the window and stood on a few boxes that were stacked together. She moved her cell around trying to get a good enough signal that would let her get through. As soon as an extra bar of signal appeared she redialled Danny's cell She went straight to his voicemail. "Come on.. Damn you!" She cried. Not wanting to give up, she dialled Danny's apartment number, and felt relieved when it began ringing.
Once Danny stepped inside his apartment he threw his jacket, cell phone and keys on to the armchair. He kicked the door shut with his foot and made his way into the kitchen to grab a cold beer. The cold air from the refridgerator hit Danny's hot cheeks as he pulled out a beer. Twisting the cap off, he threw it in the sink and took a long, desirefull slug from the bottle. Danny realized how mad he was once he leant back against the door frame, and let the alcohol descend through his body. 'If I hadn't have gone to the crime scene with Mac I could hav stayed with Lindsay at the lab.. Maybe if I had just told Mac sooner about Me and Lindsay she ...' So many if's and maybes were running through Danny's mind that it just made his temper grow, and he was starting to get a headache.