In a matter of minutes, a stampede of EMTs, uniforms and CSIs had reached Danny's apartment --- his boss, Mac Taylor included.
Mac scans the room and had worry on his face. He kneels down and with his gloved hand, picks up Danny's glasses. They were shattered and bloody. He could just imagine how the glasses ended up that way.
Stella Bonasera picks up a note on the floor with a tweezer and shows it to Mac.
"A presto" Stella read the note. "You understand Italian?"
"See you soon" Mac replied
"Letter from his girlfriend?" Stella answered as she stuffed the note into a ziploc bag.
"Or a threatening note" Mac said. "Blood on the couch" Mac noticed.
"And on the carpet too" Stella replied. "Blood on the couch looks older" Stella then proceeds to swab the blood spot on both the couch and the carpet.
Mac then looked at the center table, shattered glass all around it. He saw in his head how Danny must have been thrown around, breaking the table.
The EMTs wheel out the unconscious Danny on the gurney. Lindsay followed them, almost ignoring Mac and Stella.
"You're going with him?" Mac asked Lindsay.
"What?" she turns to them, like she had just woken up.
"It's not an order, it's a question" Mac answers, seeing Lindsay in so much distress, still soaked in bath water.
"I, um" Lindsay finally regains her composure "I'm going to process him. He has cuts on his face, bruises on his chest…."
"Call me when you get there" Mac answers.
As Lindsay walks out of the room, Stella turns to Mac and whispers "Poor girl. Lucky she thought of dropping by. Does she live anywhere near here?"
Mac sighed. "No" he stopped. "Lindsay lives at the other side of town"
