Author's Note: Inspired by random lyric bits and CSI: NY and Without A Trace marathons.

Skyscrapers sink into the ground.
All static, no noise: turn the radio down.
Those bandwidth signals can't reach this far

Lindsay was cold.

It wasn't just the sort of cold that made you want to curl up with a blanket and hot chocolate. It was the seep into your bones, loss of hope, cold. She closed her eyes, relishing in her dark, not the dark of the room she was in.

Just yesterday, her biggest problem was Danny.

"What was that all about?"

Lindsay looked up from the report she had been reading and cocked an eyebrow. "What was what all about, Danny?"

He sat across from her and scowled. "You and Flack, I saw you two hug. You certainately move quickly. Went from kissing me to hugging him."

She slammed the folder shut. "In case you forgot, Messer, you kissed me," she said angrily "Kissed me and walked away. So, whatever did or did not happen between me and Don, is none of your business."

He really was an ass but just then, chained to a wall, nothing between the cold stone floor and her knees but a worn out blanket, she'd give pretty much anything to see him.

He was an ass.

Danny knew that. Which was why he was trying to think of an apology when he saw the group gathered in the hallway. His inner delinquent tried desperately to think of anything he might have done to get him into real trouble and was relieved when he found nothing.

"Danny," said Stella as he walked up to the group "Have you seen Lindsay yet today?"

"Not yet, I just got here. Why? Is something wrong?"

She sighed softly, tucking a curl behind her ear. "Flack was supposed to pick her up at her apartment and bring her in but she wasn't there and the door looked like it had been forced in. We've been calling and calling her cell but we've gotten no answer."

Danny couldn't believe the gnawing feeling of jealousy in the pit of his stomach. Lindsay was missing, possibly hurt, and he was jealous that Flack was picking her up for work.

"Danny, Hawkes," said Mac briskly as he walked up to them "I want you to go and meet Flack at Lindsay's apartment."

"What about me?" asked Stella. She was pretty fond of Lindsay and would be more than a little upset if Mac pushed her onto another case.

"You're coming with me," replied Mac "I need to go see an old friend."

"Jack? There is a Detective Taylor here to see you."

Jack Malone looked up from the paperwork he was working on and smiled slightly. "Mac Taylor," he said "I assume you're not here to pay that fifty bucks you owe me."

Mac forced a smile. "It's been ten years, Malone, give it up."

"Ah, well, all right," he said as they shook hands "What can I help the crime lab with?"

Sitting down at the chair across from Jack, Mac sighed softly. "One of my people is missing and I need you to help us find her."

"How can you be sure she isn't just skipping work?"

"Because she isn't."

Flack stood alone at the large bay window in Lindsay's apartment, his arms crossed over his chest as he stared out over the city.

"Flack?"

"What?" he snapped as he turned around to see Danny and Hawkes staring back at him.

He sighed softly. "Sorry guys, been a long couple of days."

Danny looked over at Hawkes who looked just as confused as he was feeling. "Don, why do I get the feeling you know a lot more about what's going on than we do?"

"Because I do."

"So tell us."

"I can't," said Flack with a frown.

"Why not?"

Flack sighed. "Because it's part of an on going investigation."