"Lindsay, Please meet me in my office."

Mac's voice was as stern unlike anything she has ever heard in the nine months of being on his team. It scared her to pieces. 'He knows" she thought. She slowly made her way to his office, and with every step taken, her fear stepped it's own way up to her ears.

"Yes Mac."

"Please close the door."

He takes a deep breath, exhales.

"It's one thing to want to help a colleague, a close friend. It's another thing when you hand ammunition to an emotionally unstable vengeful man. This is the second time you've done this, the first time I've let you go. I don't want to fire you, you're one of my best CSI's. Though, I'm sorry to say this but I'll have no choice but to downgrade you to 3rd level. "

2 years of hard work, lost.

The answer went through roadblocks as they tried to escape from her mouth. She tried to explain herself.

"Mac, I..I'm trying to give him closure, setting him free Mac. I made him promise to call after he's done his bit, to do everything by the book."

"To do his BIT? What makes you so sure that he won't kill him?" Mac slams his fist into the table.

"Mac…" She looks down at the floor, not regretful of her actions.

"I did what I did, and I'll take full responsibility"

"Where is Danny now?"

"I don't know"

"Location of Lucas Pavrosa…NOW"

"5652 E 53rd Street."

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The neighborhood was quaint, quiet. Perfect place to raise a family. Away from the tidal wave that was downtown New York. Somewhere Lindsay and I could have…could have. I shake my head to focus on my task at hand. I withdrew my weapon, and made my way up the stairs to the address Lindsay gave me.

I peered through the window, trying no to catch any attention from the neighborhood folk. I see lace, photo's decorating the walls, books, ugly furniture. "Relative." I thought.

"NYPD. Open up!"

Silence continued to prevail within this home, so I went with my gut.

I circled the building and found an open window that I could shimmy through, though breaking down the door could be so much easier.

"Luka come out you bastard, I know you're here. I can smell you."

Room by room, I clear it. Swallowed by the pent up rage within me, I get closer and closer. I felt it through my bones. I wanted to get him quickly, and to end it quickly.

Then I froze as I passed by the bedroom study.

Photos littered the walls like the musings of a crazy man, his obsession taking over his well-being. My family, became his obsession.

Michael, Aunt Amie, James, Uncle Joe. The ones who have helped me stay away from Tanglewood, and it's lures.

Then, there in a special area on this montage, prominent in it's size. Surrounded by bright red tape, were photos of Lindsay and I. Photos of her at the gym, on scene with me, at her doctors office, her home, and several of us on our various dates.

"Son-of-a-Bitch was watching us the whole time since the beginning."

"NYPD!…" That voice sent chills down my spine as I knew that I was in trouble. It was Mac.

Then right after the blood drained from my face I hear, "Danny!"

Coming from the kitchen, I hear Lindsay's voice and followed my a muffled yelp.

"Lindsay!" I run out to the kitchen only to find Luka with a knife to Lindsay's throat.

She's struggling to get to her feet, in a bid to give herself space between her neck and the knife that was know drawing warm blood down her neck. He slowly backs away from the wall of NYPD's finest through the rear door.

"You're a dead man Luka, I promise you."

Lindsay's soft brown eyes never left mine once, continuously mouthing the words 'I'll be okay.'

Who was I kidding to try to push her away. It was for that reason, that she fell into Luka's hands, and now she could lose her life because of me. I can't lose her.

"I should have known it was you. Why? How could you do this to me?"

"Why Messer? You know why."

Step by step, 4 against 1. In the backyard, in the wide-open space, for everybody to see. The only thing stopping us from taking him down was Lindsay, as his human shield.

"Mac, we can't let him taker her."

"I know Danny."

He puts her into the drivers seat in the Escalade, shuffling over so that he remained in control of her. The knife on her throat, and her gun aimed at us.

"Drive Bitch.."

The vengeful spirit within me swallowed the rest of what remained of me whole, as Luka showered us with bullets from Lindsay's gun as she pulled away.

"No!" I fired my weapon at the van erratically, not taking notice of the bystanders.

"Stop!" Mac lunges at me, placing me into a chokehold. Subduing me.

When he finally released, I turn to face him and my awaiting punishment. I expected to lose my position, career, everything right then and there. It doesn't really matter anymore, now that he has Lindsay.

"I should fire you here and now. You've disobeyed a direct order, broke protocol. Now because of you, Lindsay's life is in direct danger.

"My fault?" I felt ultimately vindicated for no apparent reason. "She didn't come here with you?"

"No, I told her to stay put in the lab"

She must have come here to warn me, warn me of Mac's arrival.

Then the truth hit me, the one thing that I thought I would never let somebody in like this. I've surrendered myself to her, and it takes this to realize it now. That I'd fell in love with Lindsay Monroe.

I need to make this right.