A/N: Ok, so I know this fic isn't very good. I'm sorry. My muse, Branwen, is spending all of her time on a different one. I hope to finish this fic soon and move on to a new one. One that has a plot. I really do know what that is...a plot. Anyhow, thanks for sticking it out.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. No, really...I'm broke.

Well I been deep down in that darkness
I been down to my last match
Felt a hundered different demons
Breathing fire down my back
And I knew that if I stumbled
I'd fall right into the trap that they were laying, Yeah

Lindsey Monroe couldn't remember the last time she felt so depressed. The last time she hated her life…her job…her friends. She didn't like the feeling of hatred. The feeling of being depressed. All Lindsey wanted was to be herself again. To be happy. To look forward to waking up in the morning. To look forward to going to work. To see her co-workers…her friends. To live.

Wednesday…6:13 in the morning.

A sharp shrill filled Lindsey's bedroom. Slowly being her to consciousness. With her mind still half asleep she reached over and grabbed her cell phone off of the nightstand. "Monroe," she said, not bothering to check the caller ID.

"Sorry to wake you," Mac said on the other end.

"No problem, Mac. What's up?"

"The Kia Linder case you're working on. We've found the little brother."

"How come I don't get the feeling that it's good news," Lindsey asked as she ran a hand over her face.

"It's not. Rolston Linder was found about an hour ago in a subway trash can." Lindsey squeezed her eyes shut, fighting back the tears. She normally didn't get emotional, but first Kia and now her 18 month old baby brother. It was just too much. "Lindsey, you okay?

"Yeah, Mac," she said, praying that her voice didn't betray her. "Where's the body?" She listened as Mac told her the location. She hung up the phone and pushed herself in the sitting position. Wednesday was shaping up to be a very bad day. It was like all the darkness in the city was surrounding her. Closing her off from the light of the day. Everywhere was dark and Lindsey was running out of matches.

Wednesday…3:51 in the afternoon.

Lindsey sat in the locker room staring at the floor. She had worked all day on processing little Rolston's body. It had been a hard job. Seeing Kia and Rolston laying next to each other in the morgue. Two beautiful children…so young and so precious. Lindsey stood and opened her locker, only to slam it shut again. She gave it three good pounds with the side of her fist, and then rested her forehead to the cold metal. "You okay, Montana?" Danny asked from the doorway.

"Fine, Messer," she answered a little harsher than she wanted too. She let out a sigh, and then sat down heavily on the bench behind her. "I'm sorry, Danny. I didn't mean to snap like that."

"Don't mention it," he answered, walking over to her. He took a seat beside her and asked, "Want to talk about it?" Lindsey leaned forward, elbows on her knees, hands clasped in front of her. Her eyes were staring into the floor. "Linds?"

"I can't get the image of Kia and Rolston out of my mind," she said softly. "How could somebody…murder to innocent kids?" She shook her head as if trying to clear it. "It's just hard…to handle, you know?" Danny reached a hand out and placed it on her arm.

"It's okay for it to get to ya," he said. "This job gets to all of us at some point." Lindsey turned her chocolate colored eyes to him. "It can feel like demons breathing down ya back."

"Yeah, it feels just like that. How do you…get through it?" Danny took a deep breath before he answered.

"Ya just got to keep goin'. Ya got to know that this job matters. We just have to know that givin' the victims a voice- givin'em justice is important." Lindsey gave him a weak half smile.

"This week has just been…been hell." Danny gave her arm a squeeze.

"Yeah, I know, Monroe. But like I told ya yesterday…just keep on goin'." Lindsey closed her eyes. Just keep going, she thought. Easier said than done, Messer.

Like I said. Not my best work. Not anywhere close.

TBC...