Here is the next chapter for you all to enjoy. Same as always I don't own anything except for the characters that I create. Please review I would like to know what everyone thinks. The next few chapters should clear things up. As I mentioned beforea secretwill be revealed but not in this chapter though. This chapter might be a little longer than the previous so enjoy!

"If what is the last thing you do?" Lindsay says from the doorway.

"Is that how you spend your free time ...standing in doorways?" V asks with a smile.

"No," Lindsay walks over to her, "Do you always spend Your time ...talking to yourself?" Lindsay returns the smile.

"Nice comeback, much better than saying 'so' all the time."

"I guess you could say that I've had a lot of practice." Lindsaysits downbeside V.

"I see Danny must keep you on your toes."

"How do you gather that?"

"He seems like the type of guy that would joke around especially with the large assortment of country jokes that are out there."

"So are you going to tell me..."

"It was from a case I was working on before I came here."

"You take your work with you?" wonders Lindsay.

"And that large stack of papers over there on the table is not your work?" questions V.

"Fine you got me. So I also bring work home with me," Lindsay says with a smile.

"You want something to eat, V? I could make us something." Lindsay gets up and walks over to the kitchen. "You cleaned my kitchen?" The counters were so clean they were practically sparkling.

"It's the least I could do since you're giving me a place to stay while I'm here."

"Not to sound like I'm kicking you out but how long are you staying in New York."

"I don't know it depends."

"On what?"

"How long it takes for things to calm down back home."

"What do you mean calm down? What happened?"

"I did something I shouldn't have."

"What do you mean 'something you shouldn't have'?"

"Some guys wanted to rip off the family and I found out. I called them on it and they weren't too pleased. I didn't want them to hurt anyone so I thought it was better that I came here to check on you. Ergo here I am."

"Why didn't your mom tell me anything when I spoke to her the other day?"

"She doesn't know. Nobody knows except you and those guys"

"When you say 'guys' you don't mean the mafia, do you?"

"No at least I don't think so. Besides what can they possibly do to me?"

"Kill you for one. I can't believe how light you are taking this!"

"I'm not alone, Lindsay. I maybe a small town country girl, but I know how to defend myself."

"I don't understand you, V. You flew half way across the country to hide from some guys that want to hurt you and you say that you know how to defend yourself."

"First and foremost I came to see you. Leaving the other stuff was just icing."

"I can't say that I'm touched that you fit me into your schedule between bullet fire."

"Its no use taking to you now. I'm going out I'll be back in an hour." V heads to the door.

"Where are you going?" Lindsay goes after her.

"I have something I need to do. Don't worry about me, Linds, I'll be back soon." She sends a wave at Lindsay and leaves out the door.

Bookstore (minutes later)

V walks into the bookstore and heads towards the back. She smiles as she comes across what she's been looking...a mystery novel. She makes her self comfortable in one of the plush chairs and begins to read, stopping every so often to glance in the direction of the security camera.

Lindsay's Apartment

Lindsay paces back and forth waiting for V to come back from... 'who am I kidding I don't know where she is. She could be hurt. She could be...dead. Thrown by the docks just like Sara Butler.' she thought 'no I can't think the worst. She'll be fine. Of course she'll be fine.' The ringing of the phone brings Lindsay out of her thoughts. 'Could be V' she thought.

"Hello?"

"Lindsay. Its Mac. I need you down here. A body was found."

"What's the address?" Mac gives her the address.

"Ok I'll be there in a few minutes." She hangs up. She grabbed her things and left, trying not to think of the possibility that it could be Veronica's murder that she was about to examine. 'It can't be Mac wouldn't have called me in if it was. He met her the other day'

Crime Scene

"Male,33, Caucasian. No Id in his pockets." Don states reading off his notes.

"That's a relief." Lindsay replies a little to loudly causing heads to turn in her direction, "sorry."

"That's alright, Montana, I don't think the guy minds." Danny sends a smile in her direction.

"Getting back to the job at hand. No id means we have a John Doe. We need to fingerprint him to find out who is and notify his family." Mac states.

"Don't think he has family here." Danny responds.

"How do you know that?" Lindsay questions.

"Ticket stub. Texas to New York. One-way."

"We still have to make sure."

"I'll check the flights from Texas to New York see if any one saw the guy," says Danny. "I'll run the fingerprints so we can Id the victim," Lindsay says getting up.

"What's that in the pocket?" questions Mac pointing to the victim's coat pocket. Danny bends down and picks up the paper with gloved hands. He turns it over. It's a picture of Veronica when she was younger.

"Isn't this Veronica?" Danny asks handing the photo to Lindsay.

"Yes, when she was in highschool."

"Why would this guy have a picture of Veronica?"

"I don't know, Mac."

"You don't recognize him?"

Lindsay turns to look at the man on the floor with a bullet in his head.

"No. I don't think I recognize him."

"You understand though that we need to take Veronica in for questioning."

"I know."

Lindsay's Apartment

"Hey Lindsay. Where were you?"

"Veronica, we need to talk." Lindsay says with a stern look on her face.

"You haven't called me Veronica in twenty three years and even then you couldn't say it right." V says with a laugh.

"This is serious a man was murdered tonight."

"And what does that have to do with me?"

"That's what I like to know."

"What is this about?"

"We found a picture of you when you were in highschool in the victim's pocket."

"Was it a good picture of me. My eyes weren't closed were they? I always close my eyes in pictures..."

"This is serious. You have to come with me to the station."

"Alright after you." Lindsay and Veronica head out the door.

Interrogation

"Veronica Cruz, do you know this man?" Mac asks Veronica, holding up a picture of the victim.

"I'm not sure."

"Take a closer look." Mac insisted.

"I think I remember him from somewhere."

"From Montana?"

"No."

"Then where?"

"Texas."

"Do you have family in Texas?"

"I'm from Texas."

"I was under the impression that you were from Montana."

"No. Although I spend a lot of summers there I live in a small town in Texas."

"How was it that you and Lindsay met?"

"My dad owns a piece of land near where Lindsay's family lives. My dad and her dad knew each other from college."

"So you two grew up together?"

"Yes."

"About Kyle Staton...what was the nature of your relationship...from what you remember?"

"We had no relationship. I saw him a few times in town. We never really talked so I don't see why he would have a picture of me."

"You never exchanged harsh words with have...any heated arguments?"

"Like I said we really never talked let alone argue with each other."

"Would you mind telling me why you came to New York?"

"I came to see Lindsay. I heard about Sara in the newspaper and thought I'd see how Lindsay was handling it."

"Did you know Ms. Butler?"

"No. But I heard she was from Montana. Actually Sara Butler was from a small town a few miles from where Lindsay grew up."

"How do you know that?"

"My father owns a stretch of land in that area."

"Oh... so where were you between 11:30 p.m and 12:00 a.m."

"At a bookstore called The Knowledge. I don't remember the street though."

"How long were you there?"

"I got there at 10:30 and left around 12:10 a.m."

"I wasn't aware that a bookstore was open that late."

"Neither was I. But they were advertising a midnight sale or something like that."

"Were you aware that the victim and you were on the same flight to New York?"

"No. My brother booked my flight. I had no way of knowing he would be on the flight and even if I did I had no reason to hurt him."

"You can go now and if you remember anything that can help us just give us a call." Mac leads Veronica out of the room.

"So what happened, Mac, do you think she had something to do with the murder." Stella asks.

"I don't know."

"Just to put it out there...I don't think she did." Stella leaves.

"Are you okay, Montana?" Danny sits down next to Lindsay.

"I don't know" Lindsay stares at the floor tiles trying desperately to find answers in them.

"I don't think your friend has it in her to kill."

"I don't know anymore."

"You know her don't you."

"Yes."

"Would you say that it is possible for her to kill?"

"Anyone is capable of killing, Danny, even the ones you least expect." With that Lindsay walks out of the room, leaving Danny thinking.

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