Danny pulled off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. His head was hurting from working non stop since they came back from Autopsy. Plus there was the mind numbing frustration of having absolutely nothing.

"How's the case?" Mac poured himself a cup of coffee.

"Fantastic." Danny replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "We have two victims, brutally beaten to death and dumped. And we have absolutely nothing. Not even a tiny speck of trace or DNA not from the victims."

"You id the vics."

"Not yet. They aren't in any database." Danny grimaced. "Plus there's Monroe."

"Something wrong with Lindsay?"

"She's been a pill all day. From the moment we got to the crime scene. Mac I'm not one to be to callous, but I hope this is just a bad case of raging PMS cause she's been a real bitch all day. Snapping at everyone, me, Syd, Adam."

"Did you ask her about it?"

"I tried. She won't talk to me. She just gives me the Montana Death Glare." Danny sighed with frustration. "Yesterday she was fine. We got off, grabbed some breakfast. Started talking about being kids. Did you know Monroe grew up on a cattle ranch?"

"No, I didn't."

"Well sort of. It was her uncle's ranch. Monroe spent summers there. Says she was riding horses by the time she was five. She wanted to know if there was a place to ride around here. Even said she'd teach me if I was game."

"Sounds like Lindsay."

"Yeah. I was even thinking of taking her up on it. Never been on a horse. Could be fun. And today she's . . . . UGH! She's making me wanna scream."

"I'll talk to her."

"Thanks." Danny grabbed his coffee and headed back to the lab. The table of clothes taunted him. "I need some air."

Danny headed to the locker room to grab his jacket. As he pushed open the door, a noise caught his attention. He knew that noise.

Danny quietly slipped across the room and peeked around the bank of lockers. Lindsay was sitting on the floor, sobbing.

Ah, shit. Danny thought to himself. Whatever was up with Lindsay was something big. And personal. He could figure that much out. And not the kind of something she wanted him to know about.

Danny slipped out of the room and down the hall.

"Stella." Danny knocked on the open office door.

"Danny. Hear you and Lindsay pulled a hell of a case. Anything I can do to help?"

"Nah. Not with the case." Danny rubbed his hair nervously. "But maybe you can help with something else."