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A/N: I feel like writing this quicker than the others before all the ideas are zapped from my brain so bare with me. Oh and thanks for the reviews I'm glad you think I should continue.
Previously: The impact of the explosion was enough to through Lindsay sprawling back into a wall
Danny stood still in the middle of the near deserted street. Most of the occupants were huddled at the end almost four-hundred metres away. He found himself staring at the entrance to the building. Any minute now his friends would run from the building, you know like they always do in the movies. Danny's heart was beating over time just to prevent his brain exploding with stress. Lindsay was in there. Of anything happened to her he didn't know what he'd do. The world around him seemed to slow. The distant sirens echoed faintly in the back of his mind. All he could hear was the beating of his heart. As quick as it had slowed down the world moved again but not as it had done before. There was a defining roar that had ended when he'd flown through some tables twenty-feet away. All he could think of was he may never see her again.
Mac spluttered. His chest heaved as he cleared the dust that had settled in his lungs. The acrid smell of the explosives had mingled with the concrete and the dust to present Mac with an all too familiar smell. One he'd hoped to have left behind a long time ago. He tried to move but found a large metal filing cabinet restricting his movements.
'Flack?' He shouted but found himself coughing as a result. He used whatever strength he could gather and forced the box from his legs. He felt a warm trickle of blood seep from a wound in his neck.
'Lindsay?' He shouted louder this time. He blinked trying to quicken his eyes reaction to the darkness that had engulfed the corridor. Still he got no answer. His marine training kicked into action once his brain had caught up with his situation. Mac remembered the positions of his colleagues at the time ff the explosion. They'd turned when a man had called to them. It had not been him that had returned to retrieve him. It had not been Flack. That only left one person. Lindsay Monroe.
'Crap.' He muttered under his breath. Why did these things always happen. A coughing fit erupted around him. But it wasn't him. He stumbled over debris to reach the person who couldn't seem to get a grip of there coughing, rather much like himself when he'd first come round.
'Mac?' The voice was croaky, it was however recognisable.
'Don?' Flack gave a sigh of relief. Someone else was alive. He couldn't remember how he'd ended up here on the floor. The last thing he could was Lindsay's voice then all hell had broken loose and now he was here.
'You alright Don?' Mac had become worried after his first question had fallen unanswered. Flack gave himself a quick one over checking himself for broken bones. When he found himself in one relative piece he sat up.
'I'm fine. You?' He found himself face to face with the CSI. He could see a bloody shirt through the darkness. At least he thought it was blood.
'Just a slight cut.' Mac shrugged it off. He'd had worse injuries than this he was sure. Finding the detective was one thing. Finding Lindsay and getting out was another.
'Lindsay?' Flack found himself looking over Mac's shoulder for any signs of the young women. When he found no-one his heart sunk rapidly.
'I was hoping you could tell me?' Mac told the sunken man. He knew Flack and Lindsay had rapidly become friends much like he'd done with Danny. But the grief in his face when he realised she could be dead was something he'd never seen before amongst his CSI's. Flack had been silent for the last thirty seconds. Not knowing what he should think he just sat there. That was until he heard a muffled shout.
'Did you hear that?' Mac asked, not knowing who it was he found himself taking off in pursuit of the dismembered voice.
'HELP!' The muffled voice was becoming louder with every step he took. He could fell Flack's presence behind him and it was slightly reassuring.
'Who is it?' Don could tell from the pitch it wasn't a female. They also had a thick New York accent much like Danny's. It wasn't Lindsay's that was sure.
'Jacob Bannister. Hurry I don't think she's breathing.' At this Flack's heart skipped what felt like a dozen beats. As did Mac's. Not breathing. Could he mean Lindsay. Mac sped up not wanting to speculate when he could find out for certain. A dirt covered hand was waving a few metres in front of him.
'Mr Bannister could you tell me what the women is wearing.' Flack shouted ahead trying to get a clearer picture of what was actually happening. It could just be another women. Not Lindsay.
'Erm… A dark green jacket. It's the same women that pulled me away earlier. She's hurt real bad.' Mac cursed when he saw the scene ahead off him in the musky darkness. It was Lindsay and her chest wasn't moving.
A/N: Sorry it's shorter than before but it's just a quick instalment. R&R as always.