"Danny?" Lindsay knocked hurriedly on the door. No answer. The doormat was displaced, about two to three feet from the door. "I'm breaking down the door" Lindsay cries out.

With all the strength from her little body, she pushed on the door. What she saw in that room made her blood run cold.

The couch was overturned. The glass of the center table, shattered. Blood was on the couch and on the carpet. Danny's glasses which she found by the door, were shattered and bloody.

"Danny", Lindsay's voice echoed of panic and fear. She went to his room, nothing. In the kitchen, nothing. She then heard the faint sound of water running in the bathroom.

She rushed to open the doorknob. Locked. She had gone impatient. She takes her glock and shoots the knob. She then kicked the door in.

The tub at the end of the bathroom was overflowing with water. And in it, the shape of a naked man. Danny.

With all her strength, she pulled Danny from the tub. Her heart was racing. Danny felt cold and heavy as she laid him on the bathroom floor --- as cold and heavy as the corpses in Sid's morgue.

She felt for a pulse. None. She listened to his breathing. None. With her clothes and her hair all wet and in disarray, she began performing CPR.

Three, four times Lindsay pounded on his chest and breathed into his mouth. His lips --- the first time hers has every touched his in fact --- were freezing. Lindsay felt her eyes welling up, she can hear her own mind screaming.

Danny just laid there. Stiff.

"Damn it, Danny" she whispered.

After the fifth time, Lindsay stepped back, about to break down in tears. She closed her eyes.

Just then she heard a violent cough. Danny's body started to jerk, water pouring out of his mouth. "Oh God" was all Lindsay could say. She took off her jacket and wrapped Danny with it.

With Danny --- unconscious yet alive --- still in her arms, she fumbled for her cell.

"911. What's your emergency" a woman on the other line said.

"This is Detective Monroe of the NYPD" Lindsay tries not to let her voice break "I need an ambulance. I'm at the third floor of the Ritz Apartments, 5th Avenue. I have an officer down"