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Okay...just a disclaimer...

Character "The Ghost" Belongs to L&O:SVU, NBC and it's affiliates. Not Mine...
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"I can't think"

"Danny…"

"Stop, Please…..Lindsay"

"The more time we waste sifting through the miniscule pile of trace, another o--"

"Another what!"

It was a bad mix, the alcohol in my system doubled with Michael and Amie's deaths. So much though, I threw my glass just shy of Lindsay's head, breaking into a million pieces behind her. She didn't even flinch a bit, though her expression on her face wore excruciating sadness. Something I saw in her eyes, told me the story of living through this moment before.

Time didn't forgive this, and I sensed it.

I came to a conclusion then, something that would be better for her safety. Hopefully.

"Get out."

"Excuse me?

"You heard me." As that was said, I finished what was left in the bottle.

"I hope you know what you're doing, shutting me out won't help. I'm only worried about you, we all are."

"Another thing, I think it's best that we don't see each other anymore Lindsay."

"Let's get rational here Danny."

"Again, You heard me. Now please leave, I asked nicely."

I've crossed a bridge that I didn't ever want to cross with her. A love, changing for the better good of her safety. What I've built with her, eroded before her eyes and came tumbling down. Afraid to see her face, and what it would further do to me, I notice then the teardrop that fell onto my knee. I've finally descended into a place that I swore I never would, a mindset of revenge.

But I've never been the kind to lever let my feelings show, I though that being strong was never losing self control. But I'm just drunk enough, to let go of my pain, to hell with this pride, let it fall like rain, from my eyes……

She walks away, I see her feet…oh her beautiful feet, slowly moving towards the door to my apartment.

Lindsay turns around once more, "I love you, Danny. I hope you know that, you know? I hope you heard me."

Those words tore through my heart, through the very person that I wanted to be with her. I was on the floor, unable to move. I just wanted to tell her too--that I 'Loved Her'. Though this was for the best.

Then the door closed, and she was gone from me.

'What have I done?….'

Tonight I wanna cry.
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"We finally have a possible hit on the Ghost." A relieved Stella held up a file, albeit a thin one and placed it onto Mac's desk.

"Lucas Pavrosa. Born in Italy, his parents moved him to Ireland. Joined the IRA when he was 16. Known as "The Ghost" to local authorities. Leaves no trace after each hit, it's like he wasn't there at all. Dissapeared after the IRA raid in 2002. I can't find anything on him after that. Nothing."

"Well, it's as close as we're going to get. At least we now have a name. We need to find him Stella."

She looks at Mac, inspecting his tired face. "It feels the same doesn't it? First Aiden, now it's Danny"

"Not just Danny." Speaking from his face in his hands, which has now become a habit in the last few days.

Stella's face smoothed from confusion, to an epiphany.

"Lindsay."