And now, chapter 3 of Kidnapped! And I just want to say that I had to put this out before the 18th for DontLookNowButDeathIsComing! I told you I could do it!

This chapter is more about the way the characters are feeling, and we get a little insight into Lindsay's past. I promise that the next chapter will be more action filled and the team will find Danny. :)

Disclaimer: Again, I don't own anything... :(

By the way, thanks so much for all the reviews! It's so nice to know that you all like my story!

The pain in Danny's body escalated, but for some reason, he didn't care anymore. A few minutes ago, he was preparing to die, but now…well, he realized that dying was something he had on his agenda. He had so many things planned for his life that dying just didn't fit in.

He had wanted to go to Italy once more, visit all the little towns that he had missed on his last visit. He wanted to go up on the Empire State Building in the middle of a thunderstorm to see the lightning closer then he ever had before, and he wanted to see Washington DC at least once in his life, especially during the spring.

But there were other things that he wanted to do. He wanted to be in a relationship with someone where every touch ignited a spark between the two that was irresistible. He wanted to get married and have children. He wanted all the normal things that people wanted in life. And he wanted her.

He wanted to have Lindsay "Montana" Monroe be the one that he was in a serious romance with, the one that he couldn't refuse. The one person that he said "I do" to and the one that he supported as they watched their children get older. But if he died, he wouldn't ever get to tell her how he felt. So dying just wasn't going to happen. Not now at least.

So instead of succumbing to the pain and misery, he fought. He fought with everything that he had. Why? Because that's who he was: a fighter. All his life, he had been one step ahead of the bullies- beating with either brawn or brain. He had always fought for the people he loved and for the things that he wanted. So he fought for Lindsay, he fought for being able to see Italy again, but mainly, he fought for himself.

Ian Diker's picture was on the news the second that Mac was able to get it from the hands of the sketch artist. Unfortunately though, so far nobody had called to report seeing him.

Worse, was the fact that both Craig and Ian's apartments yielded nothing to the CSIs; nothing that gave them any clues to where Danny could be.

Lindsay slammed her locker in frustration, cursing the Diker twins and the fact that they had Danny. It was the end of the day, and nothing had turned up. So Mac was sending her and Stella home for a while, and said he would call if Hawkes, Flack, or he found anything else.

Stella watched the younger woman from the doorway. "Linds, we'll find him. You can't get discouraged."

Lindsay looked at Stella with angry tears. "How can you say that? How do you really know that we'll even find him alive? Those men that took him are vicious, and Danny doesn't have any help. He's probably already dead!" She paused, took a breath, and then burst into tears. "Oh, Stella, I don't want to have to process his body! I couldn't do that again!"

Stella walked over to Lindsay and pulled her into a hug. "It's okay. I promise that we'll find him." After Lindsay had calmed down a bit, Stella questioned her about her previous statement. "What do you mean you don't want to do it again?"

Lindsay looked away, not really sure she wanted to answer. But she knew that she owed it to Stella- the older woman had helped her through so much already. "When I was in Montana, I had one really close friend on my team- her name was Rose. One day, when we were processing a body, Rose heard a suspicious noise and decided to investigate. It turned out that the killer was still in the building. Rose wasn't even able to fire a shot before he shot her in the chest. She died instantly. I was the one that had to process her body…" Lindsay shivered at the unpleasant memories. "It was one of the most horrible experiences in my life. I just don't want to have to do the same with Danny." She stopped for a second, wondering if she could tell Stella what was on her mind. She decided that Stella wouldn't tell and pressed on. "Ever since my first day on the job, Danny couldn't stop teasing me or pulling pranks." She smiled at the memory. "I still when he told me to call Mac "sir." When I did, Mac got so annoyed, told me to never call him that again."

Lindsay continued. "I thought after that day that I would never get along with Danny, and that he would always be a thorn in my side. But as time went on…I don't know. Things just changed. We started having drinks after our shift sometimes, and we started to become friends. I would sometimes catch a ride with him to work, and we would do things together on the weekends if we had time. And now…" She trailed off, not really knowing how to describe the feelings that she felt for her co-worker.

Stella gave a knowing nod. "Now you look forward to seeing him, you miss him when you work on different cases, and when you touch, you feel flushed and you can't think or you can only think about him. You try to make yourself perfect around him, although sometimes you act like a complete fool. But he doesn't care, because he's just as in love with you as you are with him."

Lindsay looked up sharply, not comprehending what Stella had just said. "What?"

Stella gave a small laugh. "Oh come on, Lindsay. You don't see the way that he looks at you, the way he saves a special smile just for you, or the way that he is so nervous when you're around. And I see the way that you look at him. I see the way you blush when he complements you, and glow under his praise. You love him, just like he loves you."

Lindsay turned red; knowing that everything Stella had just said was true. "But I can't love him- I work with him."

Stella rolled her eyes. "So? Who says that work should get in the way of love? As long as you keep it out of the office, then I don't think Mac would care."

Lindsay pondered Stella's response. Maybe she's right.

Sheldon Hawkes was never the type of man to get angry. In fact, he hardly ever lost his temper. But today was a different story. One of his friends was missing and could be dead, and there was nothing that he could do about it. He pounded his fist on the break room table, and swore under his breath.

Mac walked into the room at that moment. "Sheldon, are you okay?"

Hawkes felt his anger bubbling up again. "How can I be okay? Danny is missing and we've got nothing to help us find him!"

Mac smiled, for what felt like the first time that day. "I think I've got something that could change that."

Okay, okay, I know that this chapter is a bit shorter, but like I said before, the next chapter will be much more exciting!

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Charlotte