"Montana, you better run," Danny called to her, as they bolted down a corridor. Lindsay could feel his hand on her back, as they made their way through the scattered building furniture. "Keep going."
"I'm going, Messer," she snapped back, only to trip on something and went flying forward. Danny fell on top of her and she let out a moan. "Danny, why did you have to fall on me?"
"Oh, because I wanted to." He pushed himself up and looked down at her. "You all right?"
"Not at the moment. I'm being squished by a New York native."
"So sorry." He moved off of her and shot her a heavy look.
"Danny Messer, I'm fine." She looked up and meet his gaze. "But we won't be if fido catches up with us. Remember the mean doggie that's been chasing us through this warehouse?"
"Yeah, How can I not forget?" He quickly got to his feet and offered her his hand. "Come on, Montana. We gotta make tracks."
"Ha, ha, very funny, Messer." They then started to run, only to come across a dead end. "Okay, smart one. Where to now."
"I don't know. Never been here before in my life."
"Okay, I'm going to ask a really dumb question. Why haven't we used our phones to call for backup?"
Danny's face fell at the question and his hand went for his phone. "Oh, because we're idiots." He quickly pulled out his phone and dialed a number. "Hey, Mac, how ya doing? No, it's good. No, we're not lost. We just got ourselves a bit of trouble."
"What kind of trouble?" Mac's voice came through the phone and Lindsay smiled as she came over to Danny's side.
"Oh, you know, the usual. We're trapped in a warehouse with rabid dogs."
"Rabid dogs?"
"Yep. That's what got our vic. That officers at the scene, swept that scene for humans, but didn't think of the canine counterpart. Now we're running from them."
"So you want me to send you guys some backup or some animal control officers?"
"That would be helpful. We all ready watched as the dogs tried to take down one of the officers we had with us."
"Is he all right?"
"Yeah, he's fine. He and Hawkes are somewhere. We kinda got separated in this huge warehouse that could be a horror film."
"We'll be there in a while. Hang tight, and don't get yourself into any more trouble." Then the line went dead.
"Any more trouble?" Lindsay asked, as she looked up at Danny. "What he mean by that?"
"I think he means that he and the lovely Stella are going to be swinging by to see what kind of trouble we got ourselves into later."
"Oh, lovely." Lindsay pulled out her flashlight and shined it around. "Okay, which way? Right or left?"
"Let's go left for awhile, and see where that leads us."
"Sounds good. I just hope that Hawkes is doing okay with Chris. That can't be a good pairing."
"Oh, I'm sure that they'll be fine, Linds. Hawkes is a big CSI. He can take care of himself." That got a smile on her face.
Chris and Hawkes bolted down a corridor and came to a complete halt inside of what looked like a break room. "Ah, this is nice," Chris said as he looked around. "Too bad we're not looking for a break room."
"Calm down,' Hawkes muttered as he looked around, only to freeze when his cell phone went off. "Oh, crap." He quickly answered it. "Hawkes. Mac! No, Danny's not with me. Oh, he called you. Yeah, we got separated."
"You okay?" Mac asked.
"Yeah, I've been better," Hawkes replied, as he looked over at his companion. 'It's my boss.' he mouthed. "We got separated when the dog attacked. I'm with one of the officers who got attacked. His name is Chris."
"Well Stella and I are on our way there now. Just try to stay in one piece. We'll be there shortly. Try to hook up with Monroe and Messer. Don't get into any trouble."
"We won't. Bye Mac." He then hung up the phone. "Come on, get need to find the others."
"The dog is out there. It's not safe."
Hawkes let out a sigh as he looked at the officer. "We'll be okay. Come on." They then headed off into the corridor only to freeze when they heard a loud growl. "Remember when I said that we'll be okay. I may have lied about that." They both looked up to see the dog in front of them. Now would be a good time to see you would were any good in track. Run." They turned on their heels and ran.
"So, Montana, ever had a dog as a kid?" Danny asked, as they walked down a dusty corridor, their shoes making soft noises on the floor.
"Yeah, I did," she replied, as she swept the flashlight from one side to another. "It was a border collie We used it to work on our cows."
"Sounds like your typical childhood."
"Yeah, it was." She started to walk. "Now all we have to do is find Hawkes and Chris. Which shouldn't be that hard." She then stopped and turned around to face him. "Did you hear something?"
"Like what?"
"Like running feet?"
"Linds, you're hearing things."
"Oh, I hope not. Cause it's coming closer." This time Danny heard it too, and he grabbed onto her arm and pulled her into an open area, just as Hawkes and Chris ran by. "Hmm, found them."
"Hawkes," Danny called out to him, causing him to come to a sliding stop, and he turned to face them. "Hey, buddy. Where ya been?"
"Running from the dog, labbie," Chris huffed as he helped Hawkes from the floor. "What you think?"
"Dog?" Lindsay asked as she pointed her light in the direction they had run from. "Um, Danny, I think we should follow their lead and run too."
A low growl caused Danny's head to snap up. "I think you're right. Let's go." As they were running. Danny's phone rang. He accidently dropped it and Lindsay picked it up.
"Danny's Messer's phone," she answered, as they turned a corner. "Hey, Mac. Um, we're in a bit of run at the moment." They came to a complete stop at another dead end. Chris and Danny slammed um against a door breaking it open. "Oh, we're playing nice with the doggies. What more can I say." Hawkes shot her a smile, as he grabbed onto her arm, and pulled her through the door. Danny and Chris shut the door behind her, as the dog jumped at her. "Yeah, we're all fine, just locked in a room." She turned around and froze. "With a couple of corpses."
TBC
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