Yeah, If you're going through hell
Keep on moving, Face that fire
Walk right through it
You might get out
Before the devil even knows you're there

Life is good. Lindsey could see that now. She could see that even though bad things happen, so did good things. That there were people in this world who did bad things, but there were good people. People like Megan. Lindsey couldn't help but to smile at the thought of the girl.

Friday…7:04 in the morning.

"Danny," Lindsey called out. "Hey, Danny, wait up." Danny Messer was just about to walk into one of the labs when he heard his name. He turned and waited for Lindsey to catch up. "Here, this is for you." Lindsey handed him a cup of Starbucks coffee.

"Wha's this for?" he asked, taking the cup from her.

"For helping me out this week," she answered with a smile. "You made me see that the good that we do," she said, waving a finger between them. "Is important. Thank you for that."

"No problem, Montana."

"By the way, I met a friend of your yesterday."

"Oh yeah," Danny said, opening the door to the lab and letting Lindsey go in first. "Who's that?"

"A little girl name Megan. You worked her mother's murder case." Danny nodded.

"I remember her. She was such a cutie. Very strong considering."

"She talked very highly of you."

"Where did you meat her?"

"Get this, Danny, her family knows the grandparents of Kia and Rolston."

"Small world," Danny said.

"Yeah. And after talking to her, I got to thinking. Of all the things you've been telling me all week. That we have to keep going. That we can't let the devil win."

"Now you're getting' it, Linds."

Friday…10:56 at night.

Lindsey Monroe sat in her apartment drinking a glass of pink wine. Country music played in the background. Lindsey had the weekend off, and she planned to take full advantage. After work, she made her way home; picking up take out on her way. After she ate, she drew a hot bath and soaked away the days-the weeks-grit and grim. Finally she slipped into a pair of satin pajamas, turned on her radio and settled onto the couch with her favorite wine. Lindsey let her hand drop to the back of the couch and closed her eyes. Events of the day playing through her mind. Danny had caught her as she was leaving for lunch, and they had ended up eating together and…just talking. About everything and nothing important. Yes, Lindsey knew that this week would live in her mind for a very long time, but things were starting to ease up some. Thanks to Danny. "Thank God it's Friday," she said to herself.

TBC...