Hey,

I picked Lindsay up this morning, it wasn't difficult to tell that she had hardly slept a wink the night before. I instantly wanted to do something to make it better, but what could I do? You know besides what I wanted to do which was be there to make sure she'd sleep well.

Wait I want that? Damnit all to hell.

I waited about ten minutes before I buzzed up to see what was taking her so long. The way she answered her intercom was what got me worried, she's usually so prompt.

She assured me that she hadn't slept in then let me into the building. When I got to her door it was open slightly so I assumed she wanted me to walk in. I like what she's done with her apartment; it always has this welcoming feel to it. I've been at my place for almost four years and I'm sure it doesn't have this feeling.

I found her pulling her hair back, I asked if she was awake but she didn't answer me just regarded me with a look grabbed her purse and said "Ready."

Is there something wrong with me? Because the first thing I thought of was to make her go back to bed and then sit there until she fell asleep. I swear to God now it's not a 13 year-old that's my problem but some romantic shmuck is taking over my body. This woman does the weirdest things to my head.

She just stared out of the window for what seemed like forever until I couldn't take it I had to ask what was wrong. She finally admitted that she didn't sleep because of a bad dream. I didn't know what to say to that. I couldn't exactly offer comfort, we aren't that close, and I certainly wasn't going to tell her that I knew exactly what she was talking about. I rarely go through a full week without a few nightmares.

We picked up the warrant without much incident. I think I knew the clerk who handed it to us; at least she smiled at me like I was supposed to know her. Whatever.

We stopped off at the lab to pick up our kits, still not saying anything. The silence was kind of an awkward comfortable, if that's even a possible feeling. There were a number of questions I wanted to ask her, but I knew that'd be reciprocated and I didn't wanna answer anything she'd ask me. Cause I knew I would.

Justin Torres, the ex, the guy I knew did it, wasn't too happy to see us when we showed up with the warrant. There's a shock. He spewed a bunch of obscenities at us, but I wasn't falling for it this time. Besides if he was gonna insult me too then I can just write him off as an ass.

Lindsay went over to talk to Stella when we got back so I headed over to Mac's office to update him on our progress. I could tell he was mildly amused that we'd had to endure more Portuguese insults. The oddest things amuse my boss.

We just started talking about Torres' motive when Lindsay joined us. She looked haggard, Mac asked her if she had anything to add but I think she was finding it difficult to keep her head up. I got up to leave cause she looked like she wanted to ask him something. I tend to make her nervous for some reason so I decided to be nice, I don't know when that happened.

I got halfway down the hall when I realized she'd probably want to be with me when we got the results from DNA. I overheard Mac say something about her taking the rest of the day off. I tried to give her a reassuring look but didn't say anything and just walked with her to DNA. Of course they were a match which seemed to relieve her.

I asked her if she wanted a ride home. She must be tired she keeps agreeing with me today, if I were a lesser man I'd try to get her to agree to something else. I'm not a lesser man am I? She seemed anxious to get out of my car when we got to her apartment.

I wonder if it would have freaked her out if she knew I wanted to follow her in and make sure she fell asleep?