A/N: This is the first of a few chapters that all happen on the same day, and they're slightly short, but I'd rather they all be separated as they are, so that's why I've done it this way. See the first chapter for the disclaimer. I hope you enjoy, and please review. :)


Chapter 10: See if I'm Gone…

Danny watched as Flack walked into the precinct, oblivious to those around him. For the past two weeks, Flack had been in the same place- going through the motions and lost everywhere else. Danny had offered his support to Flack, but the other man shrugged him off, saying he was fine.

But he wasn't fine.

If there was one thing Danny was good at recognizing, it was when other people were in crisis. He himself had been there enough to know, making him an expert in recognition. Even when people were trying to hide it.

Flack was just the latest person going to the ever-growing list of people who were having problems. Adam, Lindsay, Hawkes… though, to his credit, Hawkes was doing a lot better. Mac's issue seemed to be over, and Stella seemed to be wrapped up with Adam, which was helping Adam out a lot. Danny figured he didn't need to worry about Adam so long as the kid had Stella. And Lindsay was being taken care of by Mac and himself.

But, to his knowledge, Flack had no one.

He watched as Flack sat down at his desk, putting his gun on top and starting to get into his paperwork. Danny walked over, putting his hand on Flack's shoulder. "Sullivan's tonight?" Danny asked. Flack looked up. "I'm buying."

"Sure," Flack replied.

Danny nodded, patting Flack's shoulder. "Meet there at 8?"

"Works for me."

Danny nodded, walking away to finish his work. Flack watched Danny walk away briefly, knowing the CSI wanted to talk. But Flack didn't know if he wanted to yet.

*~*~*~*

Danny walked into the lab, finding Adam working on samples with his iPod in his ears. He walked over to the lab tech, putting his hand on Adam's shoulder. Adam jumped, looking at him. "Thanks for the myocardial infarction," Adam joked, pulling the headphones out of his ears.

"No problem," Danny replied, smiling. "How're you doing, kid?"

"I'm alright. You want the results of your case?"

"Sure."

"Blood on the stairs wasn't actually human. It's cat blood, and just so you know, that's more blood than one cat."

"So someone killed the cats."

Adam shrugged. "Looks that way. Trace off the banister came back as nitroglycerin."

"Dynamite?"

"Or a medication. They prescribe it for people with angina. Your killer may have a prescription, since no one in the house had any heart problems."

"Yeah, true. Thanks for confusing me."

"You're very welcome," Adam said with a smirk. Danny shook his head.

"I'm gonna go catch up with Mac, ya clown," he said, giving Adam a slap on the back before walking out. Adam continued smirking, putting his headphones back in his ears and going back to running samples.

*~*~*~*

Lindsay rubbed her ever-growing stomach gently, trying to soothe the child inside of her as best she could. He/she was active at four months gestation, and she could only imagine what it would be like to hold the child in her arms. Regardless of the situation, she was going to love this baby.

The crashing into the desk in front of hers jarred her from her thoughts, and she looked up to find Danny plopping forcefully into his chair. He sighed, sinking against the back. "I don't know where the hell my case is going," he commented.

Lindsay smiled slightly, glad that she could offer him some help and also get herself out of her own thoughts. "Talk it out," she said.

"Dead couple, killed in their own house. Blood all over the stairs, but it wasn't human. Nitroglycerine trace on the stairs, but it isn't from the family."

"Bomb maker and killer?"

"Or someone with angina who was having chest pains."

"Or someone with a spider bite."

"Nitroglycerine requires a prescription, but it'll take forever to check every pharmacy in New York."

"What about suspects? Any of them on nitro?"

"Don't really have any. No one who knew the couple had any issues. More than likely, this was random."

"If it was random, that may mean the killer's done this before. I'll check open case files for you, see if I can't find something similar."

"That'd be great. Thanks."

"No problem." Lindsay began typing into the computer again, and Danny flipped through one of the case folders in front of him.

"How're you doing, Montana?" he asked after a few moments.

"I'm okay, Danny," she replied.

"How's the baby?"

"Active whenever I'm not."

"Morning sickness gone?"

"Fortunately, yes."

"Good. I'm glad."

"You okay?"

"I'm great, actually. Other than the case, I mean."

She smiled. "You'll work it out."

"Yeah, I know." Danny dug back into the case files as Lindsay continued searching for something to help Danny with his case.

*~*~*~*

Stella walked into Mac's office, closing the glass door behind her. Mac looked up at the welcomed intrusion into the confusion of his and Danny's case. She sat down, and he watched her. "Something on your mind?" he asked.

"It's about Adam," she replied.

"Is he okay?"

"Not as okay as he wants everyone to believe."

"What do you mean by that?"

"He comes to work and pretends everything is okay, and goes home and loses his mind. It's not healthy, and he doesn't realize it."

"How can I help?"

"I don't know. Honestly, Mac, I wish I did know how to help him. But it seems like it's just something he can't get around. I'm trying everything, Mac."

"Give him time, Stella. I'm sure he'll be okay. Be there for him and give him time. He'll be okay."

"I hope so." She stood up, walking toward the door.

"Stella?" Mac said. She turned around, looking at him.

"Yeah?" she replied.

"He'll be fine. He has you."

She smiled softly to herself at his compliment before turning around and walking out the door. Mac sighed, leaning back in his chair and wondering if Adam would be okay.