A/N: Okay, I hoped you've enjoyed the first two chapters. This is my first fanfic so please review. Here's the next chapter. Read on.

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.

He just stood there staring at her. Her face was covered with cuts and bruises. Her arms were swelling badly. White bandages, dabbled with a little blood wrapped her forehead and body. Her eyelids were shut tight - unrevealing the bright, green eyes beneath.

"She's…she's the girl I helped…" he said, absent-mindedly.

Stella turned to him and gave him an assuring pat on his shoulder. "I'm sure you did all you could."

"And I thought Elliot Harding was a…guy…"

A sharp ring brought Danny out from his reverie.

"Taylor…yes…yes…Stella and I'll be there…yes…" said Mac. He tapped Stella and motioned her to leave. "New lead on the case."

She nodded. "Danny, Mac and I - we'll be going. Do you want to come along or stay with Elliot?"

"Danny…Danny…" moaned Lindsay. Her brown hair soaked in blood.

"Lindsay…just hang on there, 'kay?" he said, holding her small hands in his. His shirt covered in blood - her blood.

"Uh…yeah…" she mumbled. She coughed a few times - she coughed out blood. Her life was slowly being sucked out of her body. Every second, every drop of blood, every breath, every blink of the eye - she was slowly fading away.

"Paramedics! Please move aside from the victim."

"Danny…"

"Just hang on there, Linds, hang on."

"Danny…"

"Danny. Danny?" probed Stella gently. "Danny?"

"Uh…yea?" He shook his head to clear those bloody, horrific memories.

"Mac and I were just leaving. Would you like to come along or stay with Elliot?" she asked again.

"Um…I'll…um…I'll…um…stay," he replied, his eyes on Elliot.

CSINY

Mac and Stella walked out of the ward together. Mac shut the door, leaving Danny inside with the unconscious Detective Harding inside. He exhaled loudly and shrugged his shoulders. Stella, who was a few steps ahead, stopped and turned around. Mac was leaning against the door.

"Mac?" she asked. "What is it?"

He shut his eyes for a moment and drew a hand over his face. "Why is it that they had to get hurt? First, it's Aiden; then, Lindsay and now, it's Elliot. Even Danny, Flack, you…"

She walked towards him and put her hand on his shoulder. "There was nothing you could have done if you were even there. They'll pull through, Mac. They will."

"They will, Stell, I know. But, I can't bear to see the people I love and work with everyday get hurt," he said.

"When we chose this career path, we put ourselves in the line of danger. But that's what we called for and we have to brave ourselves to see fellow mates get hurt."

Stella looked at Mac with her gentle eyes. She enveloped him in a warm, comforting heart.

"Thanks, Stella, thanks."

CSINY

"Miss, everything's gonna be alright, you understand?"

"No, no, you're going to be alright. Stay awake, okay? Stay awake."

She felt a horrid pain stab through her body. What had happened? Come on…remember…that's what you were made to do. You're a CSI - a Crime Scene Investigator. Analyse…where's your entire IQ gone to? With all the blood? Blood? Blood… She remembered the blood - her blood slowly seeping out of her body. Was she still alive? Or was she…dead? She tried moving, but she felt as heavy as lead. Her body wouldn't budge a single inch. What else had happened?

Blue…a lovely shade of blue against white. But why were there two specks of blue in the midst of red blood. What was it? She couldn't decipher. The more she thought of it, the more her head ached. She felt rather dry in the throat. Water was all she wanted. Where could she get it? She had to get out of this psychedelic atmosphere. She opened her eyes slowly.

A/N: Please read and review! Thanks. ryu