A/N: I swear, I had it ready a couple of days ago, it got as far as the document manager... and I got attacked by a twist bunny. Where do these evil things come from? I'm going to get a restraining order.
Anyway, I hope you like what I did with it :D you'd better, or I'll be killing a few bunnies. lol
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The first part of the plan had worked. She had his attention, and now it was just a matter going along with his routine – long enough to get his trust and a confession.
Lindsay walked towards Paul's black SUV, expecting to go with him and alert the others when it was time to move in and arrest him.
Mac and Stella, watching from across the street, expected to stop him before he had the chance to be alone with her, more concerned about Lindsay's safety than how she would react to the intervention.
Danny and Flack were waiting at his regular haunt as their backup plan, ready to take over if they failed.
Paul answered his tracer, and his smile broadened as he listened. A cop would be his greatest accomplishment, and Mason would be very pleased with his work.
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Lindsay glanced at him as he hung up. Why is he smiling like that? she wondered, suddenly unnerved.
She had her gun, and knew that Flack or Danny, if not both, who had insisted on following her, would be nearby if anything happened, but if someone had already told him who she was ... calm down Monroe, you're being unreasonable. How could anyone have found out?
'Don't worry about it,' Paul told her, 'we're just going sompelace quiet to talk.' And hopefully do a whole lot more.
Mac and Stella saw them getting into the car and climbed out to stop them. Someone else stopped them first.
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Lindsay twisted back in her seat at the sound of gunfire. Danny! Flack! I knew they should have stayed out of it...
'Er ... shouldn't we call the police?' she suggested, struggling to keep her voice casual when all she really wanted to do was run back and make sure they were okay.
'Someone else will do it,' he assured her calmly, stopping for a red light. Two down, two to go.
The others were even simpler to shake off. A left turn when the light went green... and Detective Monroe would be all alone.
So he doesn't know who I am, Lindsay thought with relief, someone just warned him that there were two cops waiting to follow him.
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It was over within seconds and they carefully moved back into the open.
'Well, we've lost them,' Mac remarked, the first thing he looked at being the last place they saw Paul and Lindsay.
'Yeah, I'm fine too,' Stella confirmed. 'I'll let Flack know. And you shouldn't worry about her so much ... she got the job, didn't she?'
'I know that. I'm just trying to look out for my team,' he told her, slowly walking round the car.
Two shots to the tyres, one shattering the windscreen and others that had ricocheted off the road and disappeared made the intent obvious; they weren't aiming to kill, Paul had just made sure that he wouldn't be followed.
'Let's just hope he doesn't go off course,' Stella echoed his own thoughts.
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Lindsay was working hard to keep her features relaxed as he went in a different direction to what she was expecting; namely to the bar he frequented, where Josh was waiting.
'Bar's kinda busy this time of day,' he explained. 'This will be much better,' he announced, pulling to a stop.
Lindsay looked out the window. They were at a playground that had been abandoned because it was considered too dangerous for the children. She was alone.
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Josh glanced at his watch and frowned. They should have been there by now, there was nowhere else he would have taken her. Was there?
He pulled out his cell phone and began dialling her number. Paul wouldn't have to know who was calling.
Danny and Flack were starting to come to the same realization; something had gone wrong. Mac hadn't called and Lindsay hadn't arrived. It was time to call Mac and figure out what to do next.
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Stephanie walked past the door for the hundredth time, debating with herself whether or not to go in. Her dilemma was soon solved.
'Kid!' Mason yelled, 'quit walking up and down and get in here already!'
He looked up as she obeyed and raised his eyebrows expectantly.
'Well? What is it? Is it hurting again?' he asked, his eyes automatically dropping to where she had been shot.
'No it's fine, it's nearly healed,' she assured him, 'I was thinking about the cops – they found me near Marcy, and they might get the idea I saw something.'
Her father tapped his pen against his teeth as he thought about it.
'You're worried about Paul,' he realized at last. 'I told you I would get rid of him-'
'You don't have to do that,' she argued quickly, 'but they could come looking for me, or even find Paul from the bullet.'
'I know I can trust you,' the man murmured. He looked up. 'But he's an idiot, we've got to stop accepting outsiders. Where is he anyway?'
Somewhere with Lindsay, if she was stupid enough to try it, she answered mentally, pulling out her tracer and activating the tracking device. She frowned.
'He's at the park.'
'Park?' Mason echoed.
'Some place he used to take Marcy. He likes it because it's deserted.'
'Deserted, huh?' a slow smile crossed his features. 'Did you get your gun back?'
'Yeah...' she answered uncertainly. I'm not going to like this.
'Let's go use it,' he announced, standing and pulling out his own.
'You're going to kill him?'
'He's had it coming for a while. Here, you're driving,' he added, tossing her the keys. He stopped and looked at her. 'What are you looking so worried about? You going soft on me or something?'
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'Sorry,' Lindsay excused herself as her phone rang. She never got to answer it.
'Hey!' she exclaimed as he snatched it out of her hands.
He glanced at the screen and threw it at the ground so forcefully it fell apart.
'Lindsay ... you forgot to mention something.' he informed her, his face instantly changing from friendly to ferocious.
She put on her best 'dumb' expression. 'I-'
'You're a cop!' he snapped.
'What? No! Do I look like a cop?' she exclaimed, her words falling over each other as she panicked.
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A/N: dun dun dun! uh oh! right? lol