Disclaimer: Again I do not own anything wish I did though think of what I could do with all that POWER! Mwahaha.
A/N: This chap has been long in the making, hit a writers block that I still haven't completely surfaced from yet. But I hope it's okay. Thanks to everyone's reviews they're much appreciated. Can't believe I've got 36 already! Amazing! Anyhow back to the story.
Previously: They'd found them. They were safe. Until a steady rumbling filled the air and dust started falling once again. When would this nightmare end.
Danny emitted a shout that had the buzzing command post halting to a stop. Stella had been standing outside ordering some rookies around when she'd heard Danny. Her clipboard lay abandoned on the sidewalk.
'Danny!' He had his head in his hands his glasses lay on the table beside the screen. His body was shaking with silent sobs of grief. Stella crouched down beside him her eyes looking at the screen. The static dug deep into her, haunting her.
'It collapsed.' Danny looked at her, his eyes swollen and red. Stella could feel a warm tear run down her cheek. The man she'd known for most of her career was dead. The man who'd cheered her up when she was down was dead,. Lindsay the woman who'd lived up to her name and more was dead. She was going to shot the sick bastard that had caused this. If it was the last thing she did.
Flack groaned once he came to. A heavy weight on his back restricted his breathing, and a small thing beneath him offered a cushion. The concrete on his back was lifted and Mac's head swam into view. His mouth was moving but no sound reached his ears. A loud wumph and the barrier of sound hit him full on.
'…Alright.' Mac rolled Flack over so he was completely on his back.
'Flack, are you alright?' This time he got the entire question. It mingled with the muffled shouts of rescue workers. He nodded looking around his mind frantically trying to find out exactly what had happened. His shirt was blood stained. His eyes widened and he felt his stomach for wounds. There was none. Then why was he all bloody. He looked at Mac for some answers who was no longer in front of him but beside him.
'We have to get her out of here.' Mac mumbled in between curses. His forehead was bleeding profusely. Lindsay was covered in even more dust than she was before. One look at her reminded him of what had happened. He'd threw his body over her to protect her fragile one.
'Sir!' A rescue worker had managed to reach them. She looked aghast at Lindsay's injuries.
'Jesus. Sir we can get almost everyone out now,' She was thinking carefully about what to say next.
'But we'll have to get medical equipment up here before we can safely evacuate…' Flack and Mac had there heads hung low looking at Lindsay. Her mouth was hung open. The only sign that she was alive was the gentle fluttering of her eyelids ever once in a while.
'Lindsay, Lindsay Monroe.' The rescuer nodded in response.
'If you'd come with me, I'll see to it that Miss Monroe gets the appropriate medical care.' The small lady held out a hand to show them the exit. Flack blatantly shook his head in defiance.
'Sir' Mac cut of the end of her sentence.
'You can evacuate Mr Bannister here.' He pointed to the man behind her.
'But we are not leaving Lindsay here alone.' Flack moved round to flank Lindsay's other side.
'Please.' She groaned.
'We're NYPD we say we stay, we stay.' That was all Mac was willing to say on the subject and it seemed the women finally got the message. Jacob Bannister headed in the direction the women had pointed in. The women followed leaving behind a light and a bottle of water.
'Do you think she's going to make it?' Flack asked looking up at Mac. Flack accepted the water bottle Mac was offering.
'I don't know Flack, I really don't know.' He checked her wound before settling down. He hoped she did he really hoped she did
'They're bringing out survivors.' Danny's head snapped up his heart lifting in his chest. Survivors that means she could be okay. He stood up his calves catching on the chair causing it to topple over. No-one noticed. The room emptied, Danny at the front. He stood in front of the crowd willing with all his heart for Lindsay to walk out. His heart sank a good few notches when a middle aged man met his gaze. All the same he ran up to the rescuers.
'Is there a NYPD cop up there.' Danny pulled aside a female rescuer who was leading a shaking man over to the paramedics.
'Which one. There was three.' Her answer was short she glanced over his shoulder. Danny turned briefly to see Stella jogging toward them.
'A women roughly, neigh high with brown hair.' Danny held his hand up roughly to where his chin was in hope Lindsay was recognised.
'Yeah, she was hurt real bad. The others wouldn't leave her alone.' With that she left. Stella's mouth was hanging open. Danny's eyes were broken. How bad was she injured, so bad they couldn't take her out with the guy. Why wouldn't Mac and Flack leave her. He had so many unanswered questions racing through his mind. He wished just one was answered at least. Two paramedics clad with a spinal board and helmets jogged up to the building. Danny could only guess that they were going in for Lindsay. Stella and Danny were shortly joined by Hawkes who was just as anxious as them. Minutes later Detective Mac Taylor, CSI immereged from the bulding covered in dust and blood a deep gash on his forehead. Beside him Don Flack was looking anxiously behind him. He saw Danny and ran over. Ignoring the pleas to go to the paramedics.
'Lindsay.' They were the only words he could muster as Flack was within earshot. His question was answered. Not by Flack however but by the daunting voice of an EMT.
'She's crashing!' Danny's heart split in two for the hundredth time that day. The next minute would decide whether it would ever become whole again.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed thanks Sam for betaing much appreciated! Review please!