A/N:Sorry for the delay. I was at camp. Please continue to read & review! Thanks for all your supportive reviews!

I wonder what's Mac gonna say when I come in this late.

Danny rushed to the elevators and punched the button. "Come on, hurry," he muttered impatiently. Just then, the elevator doors slid open. He looked up and found himself staring face to face with Mac and Stella.

"Mac…" started Danny.

"No time to explain, Danny," said Mac, rushing out, "Come on."

"What's going on?" asked the confused Danny.

Stella grabbed his arm and pulled him along. "Your new colleague has been involved in an accident."

"Not another one?" muttered Danny. He turned to Stella. "Elliot…umm…Harding?"

"Yeah."

The trio got into Mac's car and the engine roared to life. Mac gripped the steering wheel hard till his knuckles turned white.

"Can you explain your punctuality, Danny?" asked Mac.

Danny inhaled deeply. Okay, here goes. "There was an accident nearby my apartment. I had to help the vic."

Stella turned to Mac. "Do you think the vic Danny helped is Elliot?"

"We'll just have to find out later."

The journey to the hospital was unusually long and tense. The silence in the car was blaring. Danny sat behind and pondered about the accident - or rather, accidents.

"Hey, Montana," greeted Danny.

"It's Lindsay," she said. Then, she hastened her steps.

"Hey, Lindsay, don't have to get all worked up over it. Slow down."

She turned around smiling. "Come on, I'm not mad," she said. "I just want to process this scene quickly."

"Yeah, right, right."

Just then, his cell phone rang. He fished it out of his pocket. Cindy. Uhh… Lindsay crossed the road while Danny chatted absent-mindedly. Just then, he heard a mind-shattering scream. Lindsay!

"Cindy, I have to go. Bye."

"Danny, what-"

"Lindsay!"

He ran to her and tried to get her out off the path of the speeding car. But he was no match for the sports car. It rammed into her fragile body, sending her tumbling to the ground. Blood was everywhere. The car sped off. His hands were covered in blood - her blood.

"Danny, Danny," called Stella. "We're here. Danny?"

He blinked the memory out of his eyes and looked up at Stella. "Oh, yeah, we're here."

CSINY

The bleeping machines connected to Detective Harding's body brought memories of nights beside Lindsay's bed. Mac and Stella stepped into the room and Danny followed suit, his hands in his pockets. He raised his head a little and looked at the detective's unconscious form. He let out a soft gasp. Elliot Harding was the green-eyed vic.