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Lindsay spent ten minutes washing her face. "Well, best that's going to happen. Let's go get this over with." She headed down to Mac's office. Mac was staring out the window. Knocking on the door, "Mac, Stella said you wanted to talk to me."

Mac had been thinking had been thinking about Lindsay, while Lindsay was washing her face, Stella had called him, and told him what she'd gotten out of her. He was afraid that she was having some post traumatic stress, but was afraid that if he completely took her off duty, she'd get worse. He wasn't sure exactly what he should say. He knew that Lindsay probably wouldn't feel comfortable opening up to him. "Come in," turning around to face Lindsay. He immediately could tell she had been crying.

"I'm sorry that I was late." Lindsay was afraid that Mac would give her demerits, especially since she'd been there less than a year.

"About that. I know that it's normally not like you to be late. And I know what happened last night. So, this time, I'm going to let you off with a warning. But what we really need to talk about is what happened last night."

"Mac, I'm fine," Lindsay yelled at him, exasperatedly.

A bit of a stern note crept into Mac's voice. "Lindsay, the tone you're using right now tells me that something's not right. Honestly, I'm not sure what to tell you right now. I want you to go see the department psychiatrist."

Lindsay interrupted, "What?"

Ignoring her outburst, Mac continued, "Sheila's really good, She's helped several of our cops through events like this."

"I'm not going," Lindsay said, defiantly.

Mac was surprised. Lindsay had never acted like this before. "Lindsay, it's not a request, it's an order."

"Not going," Lindsay replied, a bit quieter, with her head down, shaking.

"Lindsay, look at me. You are going, and if you don't within the next two weeks, I'll cite you for insubordination. You're also not going into the field until you do. Now get to work. You've already wasted enough time today. You're doing this stack of paper work."

"Fine, I'll get to work, sir," Lindsay yelled, her voice laced with sarcasm. She snatched the stack of paperwork, and stormed out of Mac's office, slamming the door on the way out, so hard that she nearly knocked it off its hinges.

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