But the good news
Is there's angels everywhere out on the street
Holding out a hand to pull you back upon your feet
The one's that you been dragging for so long
You're on your knees
You might as well be praying
Guess what I'm saying…

Lindsey Monroe was feeling better. She could see that her life wasn't too bad after all. She knew that her job was important. If still depressed her when she thought about Kia and Rolston Linder and of all the children like them she would see in her life. But Danny had helped her see that her job was important, and she couldn't give up. Yeah, Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday were all very bad days, but Thursday was a little better.

Thursday…8:39 in the morning.

Lindsey Monroe walked out of the locker room heading for the break room and coffee. "Hey, Montana," Danny called out as he caught up to her. "How ya doin'?"

"I'm doing…better," she said, glancing over at him. They entered the break room, and Lindsey headed to the coffee pot. Danny leaned up against the counter and watched his co-worker.

"That's good," Danny said. "I heard that you and Mac got the parents to confess for the kids murders." Lindsey turned around and took a sip of her coffee.

"Yeah," she said quietly, then shook her head. "I just still don't know…how someone could kill their own children." Danny nodded his head in understanding.

"I don't know, Linds," he said. "I do know that for every bad thing that happens, there's something good that happens. For every one demon that we face, we met thrice as many angels." Lindsey tilted her head slightly to the side. Her big brown doe eyes looking at Danny.

"How do you know that?" she asked. Danny dropped his eyes to the floor in thought. Then he lifted his gaze to lock with Lindsey.

"I believe it," Danny said. "If I don't, then this job is just too much. We can't forget about all the angels that we help. The angels that we met-that touch our lives-that we never know." Danny shrugged. "You just have to…believe." Lindsey walked over to him and placed a hand on his arm.

"Thank you, Danny."

Thursday…6:47 in the evening.

Lindsey was sitting on the front steps of her apartment building. It was a beautiful evening and she just wasn't ready to go in yet. She looked one way and saw some kids playing down the street. Kicking a ball back and forth between them. She turned her head the other way and smiled when she saw two little girls on their hands and knees doing chalk drawings. Their mother watching them while holding a small boy. Lindsey closed her eyes and sighed. The innocence of childhood, she thought. She opened her eyes and jumped slightly. A young girl stood at the bottom of the steps watching her. She was dress in blue jeans and a pink top. Her brown hair fell around her shoulders. "Oh, hello there," Lindsey said.

"Hi," the girl said. "Are you a cop?" she asked, pointing to the badge at Lindsey's waist.

"Yeah, I am. I'm a special kind of cop called a CSI." The girl twisted her mouth up in thought.

"That's like an investigator, right?" Lindsey nodded her head yes.

"That's right." The girl blew a bubble with her gum.

"I met a couple of CSIs once."

"You did?"

"Uh-huh, when my mom was killed."

"Oh, I so sorry." The girl shrugged.

"It was a long time ago. When I was a little kid. I was only nine. But my dad has taken real good care of me and my little brother."

"And how old are you now?"

"12 and ¾," the girl says. "My name is Megan."

"I'm Lindsey. Do you know the names of the CSIs?"

"No, but I remember one was really cute," Megan said. "He wore glasses and he showed me his…um…dog tags once." Lindsey smiled.

"That would be Danny." Megan's eyes lit up.

"Yeah, that was his name. You know him?"

"He's my partner."

"Kwel."

"Hey, Megan, do you live around here?" Megan shook her head no.

"Naw, we're just visiting. Some people that my grandparents know…they just lost two of their grandkids. We came to…pay our respect." Lindsey drew her brows together slightly.

"Do you know the names of the children?"

"Yeah, sure…Kia and Rolston." Megan looked over her shoulder at her name being called. "Listen, I've gots to go," she said turning back to Lindsey. "Would you…would tell Danny thanks. For helpin'." Lindsey agreed that she would and Megan ran off toward her father. That's why we do what we do, she told herself. For people like Megan. Lindsey smiled and stood up. She got the sudden urge to take a nice long, hot bubble bath.

If you're going through hell
Keep on going, Don't slow down
If you're scared, don't show it
You might get out
Before the devil even knows you're there