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"Okay, okay. I got one." Lindsay quieted down the men at the table. "I was called out to a bizarre auto accident. Smoke was still coming from the tree truck that fell over onto a pickup truck. When the fire department extinguished the fire they found a body burned in the cab. So we have a man in a truck with a tree on top."

"Freak accident." Flack stated. "Tree fell as he was passing by."

"Behind a house?" She added to the details. "And why did the tree catch on fire."

"The car hit the tree and the tree fell on the truck." Hawkes stated.

"Physics says the tree should have fallen away if the truck hit it." Danny spoke his thought.

"And yet the truck was facing away from the base of the tree." Lindsay was still adding details.

"What?" Danny exclaimed.

She grabbed the pen out of Flack's jacket hanging off the back of his chair and doodled the crime scene on a napkin. Tree on top of truck, both on fire, truck facing away from base of tree, all behind a house. Everyone took a look at her drawing.

"And is this to scale." Seriousness tried to cover the sarcasm in Flack's voice.

Everyone looked and looked and looked. They could not come up with what the story was.

"Eyewitnesses?" Hawkes inquired.

"The victim offered to remove the tree for a friend. He borrowed a truck, tied the truck to the tree and floored it. His friend told us that the victim thought he could yank out the bottom of the tree and then it would fall away from the truck." She used the pepper to be the truck and her arm as the tree. She demonstrated what the victim thought would happen. "Kinda like in the cartoons. Instead, the uprooted tree pulled in the direction of the force." She demonstrated again using her props and toppled into the truck, crushing the cab and knocking out the victim, probably killing him. "The engine eventually overheated, lighting the grass and the truck on fire." She finished her story with one final thought. "And that's why they are called cartoons and not documentaries."

"You don't find that in the city." Danny told the rest of the table.

"We were called out to assist and explain another car accident." She sat up eager to tell another story. "I'll start with what the scene looked like." She pushed up her sleeves up. "Man under car next to tree, engine running, tree branches destroyed along with most of the tree."

All the men at the table were captivated by another Lindsay story from the country. "Larry had shared with his friends that his car was stuck in the mud in one of his fields. With no one available to help he decided to get the car out himself. From what we found at the scene…it appears he used a tool box to wedge down the accelerator and he went around to the back to push it out of the mud. At some point the car became unstuck and traveled across the field at upwards of 70 miles per hour. Deep tire marks indicated that it hit a small bump before landing in the top of a tree that was planted deep in a ravine between fields."

"The ME's report said a whole lot more. It stated that the man was standing upright when the tree gave out and the car fell on him and dislodged the toolbox on the accelerator at the same time. There was not a bone in his body that wasn't broken. There were a lot of compression fractures from standing up to becoming a pancake." She crossed her arms and sat back in her chair proud of herself again.

"They get stupid people in cars and we get crapcicles from airplanes and dead women in the men's room who are actually men." Flack spoke of his most current case with Stella and Hawkes.

Lindsay's phone rang before she could ask anymore about what Flack was talking about. Checking the caller ID, she excused herself.

"Lindsay Monroe." She answered as she walked out front onto the sidewalk.

"Ms. Monroe, its Robert Hardin with the Bozeman District Attorney's office. We have a man in custody that matches your description and we're running his DNA for comparison. We need you to come out and testify and ID him in court." She looked through the window at Danny, Flack and Hawkes. Flack and Hawkes were laughing at something and Danny was looking back at her.

"Hey guys, I'm gonna go and catch up with Linds. If we don't come back, just know that we probably went on home." This comment earned a knowing look from both men. Flack and Hawkes followed him out with their eyes to where Lindsay was standing. A very intense conversation was going on with whoever she was on the phone. When it was snapped shut the intense conversation continued between Danny and Lindsay. The two men who were left behind watched Lindsay break down and Danny hold her close. The two men shared a questioning look and wondered if the other knew what was going on. When they turned back to the window Danny and Lindsay were gone.

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Quietly Mac's team assembled in the conference room the next day. Flack, Angell, Sid and Peyton also were paged to be there. Mac's office would not hold them all and the conference room had enough chairs. It was an odd occurrence to have everyone together like this.

Danny, Lindsay and Mac stood in a front corner whispering when Flack entered the room. Mac noticed the arrival and took a seat near Peyton. Lindsay saw his hand find hers under the table.

Sid observed the somber postures of the only two people left standing. Lindsay was playing with Danny's fingers that were laced with hers.

"Something wrong?" He looked between Danny and Lindsay. She couldn't find her voice so Danny began.

"Lindsay's gonna take off for a little while." It pained him to say these words. He couldn't fathom what it would be like for her not to be in New York. They talked and she cried for a long time the night before. Emotions about the case finally and possibly coming to an end bubbled to the surface while she was getting ready for bed. A choked sob came out and he ran from the living room to be with her. Her tears for the resolution started his tears for her. He squeezed her hand and saw that she was near tears again.

"When?" Don Flack asked totally confused.

"I leave tomorrow for Montana." A soft murmur went through the group. Lindsay looked at Danny for support and reassurance. "A couple months ago I received a package about a case I was involved in. Mac processed it and sent some new evidence that he found back out the Montana. Last night I got a call from the Bozeman Prosecutor's office. They apprehended a suspect who was wanted in the multiple homicides I worked from ten years ago. Four girls…They were friends. I was the only witness." Her shoes became the most interesting in the room because that is what she was staring at.

"And the only survivor as I remember." Stella added from their conversation after the skating competition. All heads turned her way in disbelief that she knew something about this. She came under the hurtful start of Don Flack. Lindsay's shoes were still more interesting than anything else so Danny spoke again.

"They want her to testify." He pulled on her hand to make sure she was still with them.

Her voice was so distant when she spoke again finally. "I still see their faces, my friends' faces." The flash of them around the table at the diner went through her imagination. "The mother's faces. I don't know what I'm more scared of, standing in front of the monster who did this." She flinched at the memory of his face. "or seeing those faces." She played with Danny's fingers that were still interlaced with hers again. You could hear a pin drop in that room it was so quiet.

Stella rose from her seat. "Take care of yourself kiddo." The hug was so tight; Lindsay was caught off guard.

"Thanks."

Mac was next. "You're tough Lindsay. You'll pull through this."

Each person hugged her and gave her their words of encouragement.

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Flack caught up with Stella in the hallway. "Hey, you knew about all this?"

Her hands came together in front of her. "No, not all the details. I knew there was something. I don't know who knew what. But what matters right now is we need to help her out in any way we can." He knew the tone well. That was all she had to say on the subject and there was no arguing with her.

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"Mac, how long has this been going on?" Peyton stood in his office.

"Lindsay brought me the case in the fall and I've been quietly looking it over."

"Do you think they have the right guy in custody?" Peyton cocked her head to one side and looked into his eyes.

"I think that they have someone who has a lot of questions to answer and a lot of years to make up for."

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The car ride was quiet, he was giving her a quick ride home out of professional courtesy, before going to a scene. Her place just happened to be on the way to the call.

"Flack, I don't know Lindsay that well, but this seemed to come out of the blue."

"No kidding, today's the first I've heard about it. She got a serious phone call last night while we were at Sullivan's and she and Danny took off."

"How long have they been together?"

Flack laughed out loud at Angell's question and proceeded to tell her the story of Danny and Lindsay.

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They said good bye in the apartment the next day. Danny had been called in because of new evidence that had come up in his case. She still had a few hours before she had to be at the airport.

He was holding on tight. "Danny you have to go Mac's waiting." But she was holding on just as tight.

"You call me, day or night if you need anything…anything." He held her face in his hand and memorized each feature one more time.

"I got you on speed dial Cowboy."

Kisses and loving words were passed. He regretfully stepped back and left the apartment.

Lindsay was left with nothing to do. She looked around the home she and Danny made for themselves. She'd miss their jumble of shoes by the door. She'd miss the bowl on the counter where their keys, phones and everything else landed at the end of the day. She'd miss how the two of them had really become one.

She couldn't stand waiting in their empty home any longer. She called a cab and made her way to the lobby. She had a short note for him that she was going to slide into their mailbox for him. Seeing the taxi pull up, her plans for the note changed.

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"Hey, I thought you'd left. You okay?" Hawkes questioned when Lindsay showed up at the lab and in the office.

"Yeah, uh." She looked around for any sign of Danny. "Tying up some loose ends. Have you seen Danny?"

"Yeah, he's out in the field."

She held up a card for him to see. "Could you, uh, make sure that he gets this?"

"That's how you're telling him you're leaving." She gave him a look that screamed 'are you kidding, you know better.' The said goodbye many ways in the last twelve hours. "A card?"

"It's not a big deal. I'll be back." She just didn't know when.

"At least call him. Give him a chance to say good-bye." He told her.

She thought back to the last couple of days. Ever since the phone call came in from Montana he'd been saying good-bye in his own way, and actions speak louder than words. He said good-bye once in the shower last night, twice in bed and then again that morning. He's said good-bye with his eyes, lips, hands and his…well, you know. Lindsay blushed and left the office and went back to her cab.

"Airport please." The driver started to pull away from the curb in front of the lab. Danny was crossing the street in front of the cab. "Could you wait a second?" Lindsay watched him, the perfect example of a New Yorker, her New Yorker. She saddened at the thought of being so far away from him.

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