A/N: Sorry for not updating for such a long time. Please read & review!
Ring…ring…ring…
"Uh?"
Ring…ring…ring…
"Shut up, leave me alone," mumbled Danny. "Shut that thing up, Louie."
Ring…ring…ring…
"Louie…I need sleep…" he said, delirious in unsettled sleep. "Louie?"
Ring…ring…ring…
"Louie? Louie? Louie!"
Danny's eyes flicked open. He breathed in short raspy breaths. His whole body was perspiring cold sweat. His wife-beater was soaked in his perspiration. His lean body was cramp from the uncomfortable position he was in.
Ring…ring…ring…
He untangled his legs from his arms. He got up slowly and headed towards his cell phone on the coffee table.
"Messer."
"Detective Messer?" said a female voice over the line.
"Yeah?"
"Detective, please come to the hospital immediately," she said urgently.
"I thought I only told you to call me during an emergency," he said, partially worried.
"There are two emergencies."
Danny was speechless. Elliot and…Lindsay?
"Detective?" inquired the nurse. "Detective?"
"Two emergencies?" he asked in disbelief.
"Yes, sir, two," she concluded. "Detective Elliot Harding was attacked by a man and Detective Lindsay Monroe has sudden breathing problems."
"Attacked?" he pondered. "I'll be right there." He suddenly felt awake with all the shocks and emergencies. He hung up and carried his cell phone into his room. He dialed Stella's number and clipped the phone between his shoulder and ear. Stella picked up the phone on the second ring.
"Bonasera."
"Stella, it's Danny. Something's happened to both Elliot and Lindsay. No time to explain. I need a lift. My car's still at the office."
"Okay, I'll be right there. Stay put and don't do anything stupid, Danny," she warned, knowing Danny's impulsive behaviour. "We don't need a third member down."
"Right."
He took a quick shower to get rid of the sweat. He kept thinking about the myriad of incidents that happened. Gosh, why did this keep happening? It was as if this CSI team was jinxed or sabotaged. Sabotaged. It was possible, very possible. He slipped on a fresh shirt and trousers. He grabbed his cell phone and coat. He went out of his apartment while putting on his coat.
CSINY
"Hey, Danny."
"Hu..uh?"
"Danny, wake up," probed Stella.
"Uh…" he grunted.
She shook his shoulders gently, but he did not respond. "Boy, you're in bad shape, Danny. Come on, get up."
"Stell?"
"Yeah. Come on, up, up."
He had not realized that he had fallen asleep in Stella's car on the way to the hospital. He unbuckled his seat belt clumsily and stumbled out of the car. He was hit instantly by the cold night air. He shivered under his thick coat. They walked into the hospital building. The strong smell of antiseptic hung in the air.
"So, I'll cover Lindsay and you cover…"
"Elliot," he interrupted.
"Right. You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm okay."
CSINY
"Lindsay is not doing very well. She is bleeding internally - and we found out that she is a hemophiliac," the doctor said grimly.
"A hemophiliac?" asked Stella, shocked.
"Yes, she is suffering from hemophilia. Hemophilia is far more common among males than females. However it is possible for female carriers to become mild hemophiliacs due to lyonisation of the X chromosomes," he explained further.
CSINY
"Can I see her?"
"I'm sorry, Detective, but you can't." said the nurse.
"Excuse me, Detective Messer, could you just kindly follow me to my office?" said Dr. Paces politely.
Danny shrugged and followed the elderly doctor. They entered a room with a glass door covered with blinds. The interior of the office seemed bigger than what Danny expected it to be. It was very tidy. He supposed all doctors were neat people. A desk faced the door with it's back facing the New York skyline. There was a metal file drawer on the left of the room with a small coffee pot perched on the top.
"Please sit down. Perhaps you would like something to drink?" asked Dr. Paces.
A cup of coffee should calm his nerves. "Coffee, please." He closed his eyes. He felt drained. He wondered what was happening over at Stella's. He wasn't quite sure what happened here himself. The doctor returned with two cups of coffee.
"Thanks," he said, grateful. He sipped a little of the coffee and relaxed a little when he felt the hot liquid slide down his throat.
"Detective Harding was rammed down by a car, which most probably rammed Detective Monroe. Now, she has been attacked in bed by an unknown man," Dr. Paces said, gravely. "She slashed at the man with a piece of broken glass. I kept it for you. I hope it will come in handy." He removed a Ziploc bag from his drawer and passed it over to Danny. In the bag was a shard of transparent glass covered with blood."
"Thanks," he said, getting up to leave.
"Wait, young man," called Dr. Paces. "I suggest that Detective Harding and Detective Monroe be put under police protection."