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Chapter Ten: The Website

FBI Department, Illinois

The moon shone magnificently in the sky. The stars shined their brightest, looking almost as magnificent as the moon. All was dark in her office, expect for the light of her computer screen. The sound of high heels clanking down the hallway startled her. She turned around to see Samantha come into the dark office. "Hey," she called.

"Hey, what's with all the darkness in room?" questioned Samantha.

She shook her head and turned back to the computer. A news alert flashed across her screen.

"I'm sorry about what happened earlier, with the letter and everything," Samantha apologized. "Paige, are you mad at me?"

Lindsay looked at Sam. "No, I'm not mad at you at all. That letter was just surprising. I didn't realize that Beth was so angry with me…or Paige and Adisa. The letter is not bothering me anymore, so I won't start crying if that's what you're worried about."

Samantha pulled up a chair and sat down next to her. She saw the news alert flashing at the bottom of the computer screen. "Are you going to look at that?"

"That's actually what I was going to do," said Lindsay. She clicked on it. She explained what it was about before Samantha could ask. "I've been getting these messages since the time I began working here, a year ago. It's about New York, the aftermath of the storm and how everything is."

New York City

As of October 25, 2009, New York City has been officially added to the list of cities that are underwater. When Hurricane Arthur hit, on March 27, 2008, floods had destroyed the city completely. People are trying the best they can to rebuild the city, but it is hard with flood waters so high. A team of expert storm chasers went to see how New York City had survived for the last year. With all the rain that had fallen in this last year, the city and some of the cities in east coast near the ocean are underwater. The crew of storm chasers couldn't even land the plane in the city. They had to stay in midair to see the scene of New York City. It will be a difficult task to clear the water away from the city, but we will keep trying. We won't give up.

When Lindsay was finished reading the article, she turned to Sam. "The Manhattan area of New York is almost underwater, as is some parts of some states that border the Atlantic Ocean."

"How could that be possible?" asked Sam. "Never in history has a storm been that powerful."

"There were more storms and rain after the hurricane," said Lindsay. "That helped." She remembered when she had been in the New York Crime Lab, preparing for the hurricane. The rest of the CSI team hadn't believed the storm would literally put the entire area of New York City underwater. She, on the other hand, had disagreed with them completely. She knew the hurricane would be bad. She knew New York City would become the site of 'The Day after Tomorrow' and get put underwater.

"I can't believe this," said Samantha. "The place where I grew up is now almost underwater. It's a surprise for sure. No one would have expected that to happen."

Lindsay nodded. She didn't feel that she had lost the most important thing in her life. She had grown up in Montana, or at least Lindsay Monroe had. Paige Hobson was the one who had grown up in New York City. Lindsay had just come to New York for the job as a CSI investigator.

Sam tapped her shoulder. "Are you going to fall asleep in front of your computer?" she asked.

"No, no," replied Lindsay, opening her eyes only after she realized that she had closed them. "I'm just going to get a few things together and head home. I'll see you tomorrow Sam."

She nodded and got up from her chair. Before leaving the room, she called, "Goodnight Paige."

"Goodnight," Lindsay called back.

She opened up a new window on her computer and typed in the website for the Weather Channel. They hadn't been the most reliable for the last storm that had hit New York, but it had rained earlier in the day, and she wanted to see if there was more rain to come. When she saw the weather report, she gasped.

There was a storm system coming from the west, heading straight for Chicago. They were under a tornado watch, since the storms had the possibility of producing thunderstorms, hail, and tornadoes. She clicked around on the website and realized that the weather all over the US was whacked out. There was snow falling in Nevada, hurricanes were forming all over in Atlantic and Pacific Oceans, and some of the states on the east coast were almost underwater. Even the continents of Africa, Antarctica, Asia, Australia, Europe, and South America were experiencing chaotic weather. She had thought that a hurricane hitting the state of New York was odd, but this was out of the ordinary.

She had to warn the others; she would tell Sam first. When she was going to turn off the computer, an ad popped up. But she realized that it wasn't an ad; it was a website. She was going to exit out of the website, but then she took a closer look at the site when she realized it was about her. She scrolled down, to read everything.

It was about her, being a CSI investigator, and then leaving the forensics department to work with the FBI because of an unexpected personal issue. It told about cases she had worked recently with the FBI and of a few important cases she worked on while being a CSI investigator. She didn't know how the person who had made this website had gotten all this information on her, but she was glad that there was nothing about her being two different people or anything about Paige Hobson. But at the very bottom of the website, in bold letters, was the message she wasn't expecting.

I know your true identity, Lindsay Monroe.

How did that person even know her? How could the person possibly know her true identity? Samantha wouldn't do this to her, and she highly doubted that Jack would have made the website. She knew that Mac wouldn't have done it either, he had promised to keep it a secret. Maybe someone had found her signature on the bathroom stall back at the New York Crime Lab, before the whole city went under water. But everyone was too busy evacuating that day to have found it…

Then she remembered the other person she had told about her secret. Lisa Cuddy, who now worked as a doctor at Northwestern Memorial Hospital. She remembered last year, a few months after the evacuation of the hurricane; Samantha had come to tell her about what had happened to the doctor.

Samantha walked into Lindsay's office. Lindsay looked up, seeing that she was holding a cell phone in her hands. "Remember that doctor, Lisa?"

Lindsay nodded. "Yeah, were you just on the phone with her?"

"Actually, I was on the phone with one of the doctors that work with her," said Samantha. "Lisa wouldn't be able to answer the phone; she wouldn't hear me."

Lindsay gave her a puzzled look. "She wouldn't hear you?"

Sam sighed. "She was diagnosed with Meniere's disease, which affects hearing and balance. There was a surgery that would get rid of the symptoms of the disease, and she decided to get it. But the unfortunate thing was that after she got that surgery, she became deaf."

"So you're saying she can't hear anything anymore?" questioned Lindsay.

"Yeah," said Samantha. "But what she did was right. If she had to live with those symptoms of the disease for the rest of her life, she probably wouldn't be able to do anything with her life. She sounds like she's doing okay now, but I don't think you'll be able to keep in contact with her on the Paige Hobson case. It's probably best that she doesn't have that added pressure of trying to help with the case."

"I understand," said Lindsay. "I haven't really talked to her in a while anyway." She turned to look out the window.

"Do you want to know what she said before she got that surgery?" asked Samantha.

Lindsay looked back at Sam.

"She said, 'Tell Paige that I wish her good luck'," replied Samantha. "She wanted to wish you good luck on your case."

"I'm glad we told her," said Lindsay. "She really did care."

Samantha nodded and then walked away to answer another call. Lindsay turned back to the window, wishing to see how Lisa was doing.

Lisa couldn't have told anyone about her; she hadn't even talked to her in the past year. She had probably forgotten about her now. And if she were still a doctor, she would be way too busy to even think about making a website. So this left her with two suspects: Danny and Stella.

Danny wanted so badly for her to love him, but she refused. He may have made the website because he was mad at her, but she didn't know how he would have known that she had two different identities. He might be mad at her, but she knew he would still like her enough to not do anything like this to her.

So that left Stella. She had suspected her of knowing something about her secret; Stella had always been suspicious on what had made Lindsay cry the whole week after her disappearance and on why she had gone to work with the FBI. When she had told Mac about her signing her name on the bathroom stall that day of the evacuation, Stella had come out of nowhere when she was rushing out of the break room with Mac because of a window breaking. She wondered if Stella had heard the conversation and knew that she was not only Lindsay Monroe, but Paige Hobson. Stella had to have made the website, trying to pressure her to giving her more information.

There was a part of her that told her that Stella would never do anything like that. Even if she did know, she would give Lindsay her privacy, and not bother to ask her about the case. But the only way she was going to find out was by asking Stella herself.

She was able to find Samantha, who was about to leave the building, and quickly showed her the website. Then they headed to the car, Samantha driving, and drove off to the Chicago Crime Lab, hoping both Mac and Stella would still be there.

Lindsay glanced at the clock, which said it was exactly eleven. She remembered her long shifts at the New York Crime Lab and knew Mac and Stella would still be there. They probably worked late shifts too, and knowing them, they would help out at the lab, even if it was late at night. She turned to stare out the window, glancing at the tall buildings they passed. She had passed through Chicago a millions of times before, but tonight, something felt different. She felt like she had to remember every building, every little detail of the city they drove through, because soon, she thought everything would slip away.

As they came to a stop light, Sam turned to look at her. "You don't think she made that website, do you?"

"Yes!" exclaimed Lindsay. "She's the only person I know that would have found out, from Mac, or just from eavesdropping."

The light turned green, and Samantha turned to look at the road again, driving pass the light. "Mac promised he wouldn't tell anyone," she said.

"Yeah, well, Mac loves Stella, so he would tell her anything," Lindsay said rudely.

"The thing is that he promised," said Sam. "I know Mac would keep a secret, especially for one of his CSI investigators."

"You don't understand," Lindsay protested. "The day of the evacuation, last year, I was talking in the break room with Mac, about signing Paige Hobson on the bathroom stall. Right when that window broke, and we ran out of the break room, she was there. She had appeared out of nowhere, asking if we were okay. I knew she was listening to our conversation, and I had a feeling she was listening in on that phone call when I was talking to you the very same day."

"You don't know for a fact that Stella was listening to your conversation," said Samantha. "What had she been doing before she appeared outside of the break room?"

"Evacuating people out of the crime lab," replied Lindsay. "But…"

"But, that doesn't mean she was listening to your conversation," said Samantha. "Right when that window broke, she may have been running down the hall, trying to find you."

"She didn't appear to be running from somewhere when I saw her," said Lindsay. "She looked as if she had just been standing there, waiting for something to happen."

"I know Stella wouldn't do that to you, even if she did know your secret," said Samantha.

"Do you know?" questioned Lindsay. "Just because she was a missing person, doesn't make her incapable of making that website. I worked with Stella longer than you ever had, and I know her personality better than you! I know Stella would make that website, just so I would crack and tell her everything about my double identity!"

"Stella may have made the website, she may have not," said Samantha. "But what I'm trying to tell you is that you can't go and yell at her that she made this website about you, when we get to the crime lab. She may have not made the website, and then she would know about Paige Hobson, if you showed her the website. So it's best to keep it a secret, until we have proof that she made it."

Lindsay shrugged and turned to look out the window again. The website hadn't said anything about Paige Hobson, but it had stated that whoever made it, knew her true identity. Without looking at Sam, she asked, "Do you think whoever made that website actually knows my true identity?"

"No," replied Samantha, keeping her eyes on the road. "I think they said that, just to make you afraid."

"But they have to know that I have two different identities," said Lindsay. "They wouldn't have mentioned that they knew my true identity, if they didn't."

Sam nodded. "They may know that, but they don't know everything we know. We'll figure out who made this website; we'll figure out your identity. It's just going to take time, but I promise we'll figure everything out in the end."

Lindsay opened her mouth to protest, but quickly closed it, and turned back to the window. Samantha had promised many things, but none of those promises seemed to have been fulfilled yet. She had promised that she'd figure out her true identity last year, and now she was promising it again. She always said everything would take time, but Lindsay thought that was her way of saying that she would never figure out her identity. But Lindsay didn't believe that; she knew Samantha would figure out her identity, and it would take time. She just had to be patient.

As the Chicago Crime Lab came into view on the right, Samantha quickly found a place to park. Then they got out of the car, slamming the doors shut. They found the entrance to the lab quickly, and when they entered inside, memories flooded back to Lindsay. She remembered all the cases she had dealt with, all the tests she had performed in the lab, and all of the arrests she had made. She remembered Danny, working by her side. She thought about Danny, wondering where he was, and how he was doing.

They soon found Mac and Stella, working intently on paperwork at their desks. Stella looked up when she saw them approached and tapped Mac on the shoulder to get his attention. She then pointed to Lindsay and Samantha. Mac nodded, and with that, Stella ran over to them.

"Lindsay!" she exclaimed joyfully, running over to hug her. Then, she stepped away, and examined Lindsay's face. "I love what you did with your hair," she said. "It looks nice on you."

Lindsay grabbed a strand of hair and looked at it. "Really?" she asked. "I mean, it's not that much different, only a little longer and darker colored brown…" She had almost forgotten that her hair had been a lighter brunette, cut short, just last year. Now her hair was straight, the length to her shoulders, and a darker brunette. She tend to look a little more like Paige, maybe it wasn't a good idea to have her hair that way…

"Yes, it's really nice," said Stella. She turned to Samantha. "It's nice to see you again, Samantha." She put out her hand.

Sam shook her hand. "It's nice to see you too. How are things going for you?" Their meeting didn't seem exactly cheerful; Stella had argued a lot with Sam when they were waiting for their flight to arrive at LaGuardia Airport back in 2008.

Stella smiled immensely. She signaled for Mac to come to her side. "Lindsay, I haven't told you this in any of the phone calls to you, and I haven't told you anything about this either, Samantha." She glanced at Mac, and then began to speak again. "Mac and I…we're married."

Lindsay clapped. "Well, congratulations to you two. I knew you would get married some time or later…you two always had that connection."

"I'm happy for you two," said Samantha. "When were working your case, Mac really showed his feelings for you."

Mac smiled at that. "I love Stella," he said, and leaned into kiss her on the cheek.

"Hey, none of that mushy gushy stuff right now, okay?" said Sam. "Lindsay didn't just come in the middle of the night to see you two together."

Stella turned to look at Lindsay, inquisitively. Lindsay wondered if she thought she was going to tell her about Paige Hobson. But she ignored that thought and began to tell Mac and Stella her news. "You remember the hurricane that hit New York? Well, today it was officially reported that the city of New York is underwater."

Stella almost literally fell in her chair and began to cry. "New York," she whispered. "I grew up in the orphanage there, studied at the police academy there, and became a CSI there…found love there…" She turned to look at Mac, like she knew he would have the answer to her next question. "How could this have happened, Mac?"

Mac turned to look at Lindsay. Yes, she did know the answer to why New York City was underwater, so she began to explain. "A lot of storms had hit New York after the hurricane and caused the city to flood. But that leads me to my next story."

Stella looked up, tears in her eyes. "And what is your next story about?"

This time, Sam answered for her. "The weather all over the United States is messed up. It's snowing in the desert, hurricanes are forming madly in the Atlantic and Pacific, and there are thunderstorms heading for Chicago, all over the Midwest, and they have a chance of producing tornadoes."

Stella wiped the tears from her eyes and turned in her chair towards the computer. She typed a few things into the computer, clicked around on the Weather Channel website, and then looked around at other news website, to make sure that the story wasn't a lie. She turned around in her chair again, and glanced from Mac, to Lindsay, to Samantha. "We need to warn Adam and Sid about this," she explained. "We should also call Horatio, to warn him of the hurricanes heading for the state of Florida."

"Horatio?" questioned Lindsay. "Wait, the guy from Miami PD? Why should we call him? Don't you think he would know about these hurricanes and already be evacuating?"

"No one said anything about New York City being under water," Stella pointed out.

"And where are we going to evacuate to?" questioned Sam.

The question was ignored, and instead, they walked over to a table. Stella already had her cell phone in her hand, dialing Adam's number. The others waited silently, hoping for an answer so they could warn the others.

The first conversation was fast. Stella told Adam about the weather being all screwed up, and he had said, "No wonder, I woke up to snow falling outside. And in Arizona, that's not typical at all. Like I said, I come from Phoenix, and when the temperature drops to eighty five degrees, that's cold!"

Stella had laughed at that comment, and then quickly said her goodbyes to him. The next call with Sid was again, fast. Sid didn't say much, just listened, so Stella quickly explained to him of what had happened and then said goodbye. But when she called Horatio, the call lasted longer than the team had expected.

"Horatio Caine," a voice answered on the other line.

"Horatio, this is Detective Taylor from the Chicago Crime Lab," replied Stella.

"You and Mac must have gotten married," Horatio said. "This doesn't sound like Mac, it sounds like Stella Bonasera. And you moved to Chicago?"

"Actually, we had to evacuate to Chicago after Hurricane Arthur hit New York City," explained Stella.

"And New York City is underwater?" asked Horatio.

"Yes, how did you know?"

"I just found out, from CSI Calleigh Duquesne," said Horatio. "Anyway, what do you have to tell me Stella?"

"The weather around the US is messed up," explained Stella. "There's snow falling in the deserts, thunderstorms that are going to hit us some time tonight, and there are hurricanes heading for Miami, Horatio. I thought I'd tell you, incase you didn't know."

"Yes, yes, we do know," said Horatio. "We're evacuating immediately in the morning. Thank you for telling me that, Stella. But, may I ask for a suggestion on where to go?"

Stella had set the phone on speaker now. She hesitated. "Horatio, I'm not exactly sure on where to go," she said. "Not only is the US facing this problem, but the whole world is facing this weather outbreak. Right now, I'm not sure there's a place that's safe enough to evacuate to."

Lindsay edged closer to the phone. "Montana," she said. "That's a safe place. Out of all the states, Montana has been least affected by the storm."

"Thank you for the suggestion," said Horatio. He lowered his voice as he told CSI investigator Duquesne his news, "Calleigh, get a flight booked for Montana." He turned to the phone again. "Was that one of your investigators' ideas?"

Stella was going to answer, when Lindsay replied, "Special Agent Lindsay Monroe, but I used to be a CSI investigator. I lived in Montana once, it's a great place, and it hasn't been affected by this weather mess up. So I thought that would be a good idea."

Samantha gave Lindsay a warning look, as if she had said too much about herself. But she hadn't mentioned anything about Paige Hobson, so Horatio wouldn't have a clue about her double identity.

"Thank you Lindsay Monroe," he said. "Thank you also, Stella. And I wish you all good luck in Chicago. Bye."

"So, do you think that's where we should evacuate to?" asked Samantha.

"Evacuate?" Stella questioned as she leaned back in her chair. "Thunderstorms are hitting the Chicago area, and we haven't experienced anything bad to make us have to evacuate. This is nothing like what we faced in New York."

"The thunderstorms may produce tornadoes, and who knows how powerful they may be!" exclaimed Lindsay. "We must evacuate as soon as possible!"

"Lindsay, the possibility of a tornado hitting the city is pretty slim," said Mac. "I think we should all just go home, and rest. Then, tomorrow, we can talk about this and see if we should stay in Chicago."

Lindsay wanted to protest, saying, "It's not impossible for a tornado to hit the city," but decided Mac was right. Unless the storms got as bad as the hurricane that hit New York the past year, then it would be better just to go home and rest. They would make their decision tomorrow, depending on how the weather played out if they should evacuate to Montana, or wherever, or if they should stay in Chicago. But Lindsay still had to show Mac the website, even if she had suspicions on if Stella had made it.

While Stella went to her office, Lindsay quickly ran over to Mac and told him about the website. She didn't mention that she thought Stella had made it, but asked him if he had an idea of who might have made it. He didn't know, he said he hadn't told anyone anything about her being both Lindsay Monroe and Paige Hobson. So she knew that if Stella had made the website, she hadn't found out about Paige Hobson from Mac. She knew Mac wouldn't lie about that.

After she was finished showing Mac the website, she was reminded of something. She had gotten an email from someone back at work. And then the thought of where Danny was came to her mind. She wondered if Danny had been the one who had emailed her.

She pulled out her cell phone and dialed his number, a number she hadn't dialed in her phone for the past year, but she still remembered it by heart.

"Hello?" a voice asked.

"Danny?" asked Lindsay.

"Montana!" exclaimed Danny. "I mean, Lindsay, sorry, it's just, I haven't talked to you in such a long time! So, how are things going for you?"

"Well," replied Lindsay. "Danny, I'd love to stay and chat with you, but I have to tell you something important."

"What's the news?" asked Danny.

"Well, I don't know if you've found out already, but New York City is underwater," said Lindsay.

"What?" Danny questioned. "How could that…"

"And the weather around the whole world is messed up," said Lindsay. "Just search it online, you'll find a butch of things on it. But here, in Chicago, there are going to be storms that will hit tonight, and could produce tornadoes, hail, and flooding, stuff like that."

"So you're saying that this could be like what happened in New York last year?" asked Danny.

"Yeah," replied Lindsay. "Mac, Stella, and Sam don't believe we should evacuate tonight. But Danny, I think something bad is going to happen, and I don't think it's safe to stay in Chicago. I'll tell you what I told Horatio, go to Montana, it's the only place that hasn't been affected by this weather pattern. I want you to be safe."

"Montana," whispered Danny. "Montana, I want you to be safe too. Come with me."

"Danny, what did I tell you about calling me that?" questioned Lindsay. "I know I come from there, and like the 49ers, but seriously with the name…whatever. Just forget I even said that. No, I need to stay here to help the others…I'll be fine, I promise you that. I know the weather isn't that bad now, but it's going to get worse tonight. Go to Montana and safe yourself, please Danny."

"Are you telling me that because you like me?" questioned Danny.

"Be serious about this!" Lindsay scoffed. "I don't like you, okay? I just want you to evacuate before this storm gets worse…"

"Why call me then, and not Flack, or Hawkes, or Sid…?"

"Stella and Mac will have already warned them," said Lindsay. "But, Danny, where are you? I didn't see you in the crime lab at all."

"So that's where you are?" asked Danny. "Well, Lindsay, there's something I have to tell you too."

"What is it?" asked Lindsay.

"I don't work as a CSI anymore," said Danny.

"What?" Lindsay questioned. "What do you do now?"

"I work shifts as a waiter," replied Danny.

"Daniel Messer, don't tell me that the only reason you quit your job as a CSI was because I wasn't going to be working with you?" questioned Lindsay.

"Then, I won't tell you," said Danny, and then he hung up.

Lindsay stared at the phone in horror. Had Danny really quit his job as a CSI because she wouldn't work with him? Did he really still have feelings for her? And most importantly, what had become of him after the last year?

Lindsay decided to ignore the questions that filled her mind, and she left the crime lab. Samantha had to drive her back to the FBI department building, and then she got in her own car, to drive home to her apartment. When she arrived home, the heavy rains had already started to fall.

Another long chapter, I'm going to post the next one today too, since it was supposed to be a part of this chapter. Hope you guys enjoyed it. The action and suspense in coming back into the story soon!