A/N wow so many reviews I'm in shock. Thanks to everyone. I'm trying to improve my grammar English really isn't my strong point I've read this a couple of times so I apologise for any mistakes left.

Mac had finished processing and had packed away. He'd tried ringing Stella twice but it had gone straight to voice mail. Hawkes joined him at the scene, suggesting maybe the girls were on a go-slow because he gave them two B and E's last week. Danny had arrived ten minutes ago to see if they needed any help after wrapping up his case when Mac's phone rang.
Everyone knew something was wrong as when he talked, his voice became faint and his face took on a rigid stance. It took a few seconds for him to speak after he put the phone down.
"Mac what's up?" asked Danny.
"Lindsay's been attacked. Stella found her." he answered, his voice showing something no one was used to; emotion.
"Attacked?" asked Hawkes trying to gauge how serious the attack was from Mac's reaction.
"Is she ok?" asked Danny all in one breath his own catching in his throat.

"Stella's gone to the hospital with her," replied Mac not wanting to have to tell Danny what had happened in the middle of a alleyway.

"Mac don't go coy with me now is she ok?" said Danny forcefully stepping towards him.

"There's a possibility she's been raped," said Mac moving further towards Danny put Danny pulled back.
These words stunned everyone. For a minute Danny thought he was going to collapse, everything around him blurred as a hand rose to his face, not Montana, not his Montana. It took a few seconds to sink in, they'd been getting on much better recently that was all he could think how they'd laughed about Jaws, things were getting better this wasn't supposed to happen. Suddenly anger rose in him and he turned kicking his kit across the ground. He needed to hit something, anything.

"Departments already on the phone Mac," said Angell who had just arrived and was trying her best to be the calm one out of the group. "They don't want you to work the case."
"There is no way anyone else is working this case," said Danny grabbing his kit then heading towards the car.

"Since none of use a blood relations of Lindsay's the department doesn't have the authority to take us of the case." was Mac's answer.

As Danny got into the car images flashed through his head. The same images were going through everyone's, Lindsay scared and hurt.
Danny's hand lay against the window, trembling slightly as his mind flashed through these images, each worst than the first, he dared not thing what they would find at the apartment.

Stella had to remove Lindsay's hand from hers so the EMT could check her over. They decided it would be easier just to take her to hospital as every time they tried to examine her she would retreat and become ridged.
"Lindsay, can I put this on?" asked Stella holding up a gauze dressing. Lindsay's eye's darted round the room trying to watch everyone at the same time. She nodded slowly hoping that maybe everyone would just leave and stop staring at her. She didn't want anyone looking at her, it made her feel dirty.
"Okay" Stella lent forward and gently stuck the dressing on the side of her head.
"We need to get you to the hospital now okay?" she spoke slowly and clearly not that sure if Lindsay was even listening, let alone taking it in. Slowly however, Lindsay rose to her feet with the help of Stella. Each step was a reminder of where she had run to get away.
EMT's walked either side of the women as they walked slowly down the hallway. Lindsay didn't even notice them place a blanket round her shoulders. She squeezed her eyes shut as they entered the elevator, blindly steeping forward leaning on Stella as the elevator descended.
"It's okay. We're outside." Stella said as Lindsay was pushed into a sitting position inside the back of the ambulance while getting gawped at by passers by.
"Could you pass me that?" Stella asked an EMT and Lindsay saw the familiar sight of Stella's kit. Unfortunately she knew what was coming.
"Lindsay I'm going to get any fibres." she said, forcing herself to see Lindsay as evidence but being unsuccessful.
"Jeans," Lindsay blurted out, cocooning herself with the blanket.
"What?" asked Stella lifting a couple of white fibres before handing them to Flack who was stood avoiding eye contact with Lindsay, unable to think of anything to say.
"He was wearing jeans."
Flack nodded and wrote this information down, finally able to do something useful.
"That's good Kiddo." Stella praised Lindsay like a small child as the doors shut and set of to the hospital. The ride there didn't take long and in what seemed like minutes, they'd arrived.
Lindsay was now sat on a bed inside a single room away from the rest of the ER. A female doctor had come in the room and started talking to Stella. She knew what was going to happen, she'd asked the question so many times.
"Lindsay we need to do a rape exam," started Stella but her voice caught. "Do you want me to stay?" she managed to finish.
"Please," said Lindsay fresh tears stinging at her eyes.
"Okay, we'll do that last. Let's look at your head first," the doctor said, smiling at Lindsay. She couldn't see why this woman was smiling at her; it didn't make her feel better, just more freaked out.
"Okay, we'll put a couple of stitches in that." she said reaching for a suture kit. Stella held Lindsay's hand as three stitches were put in and her head dressed.
"You want to swab the wrists?" The doctor's voice broke Stella's concentration, which was focused mainly on not crying.
"What?" she asked confused. Then she looked down to see the purple bruises going around Lindsay's wrists where she'd been held down. Stella nodded and silently swabbed them while Lindsay turned away.
"Right, Lindsay this is going to be sore, okay?" the doctor said in an all too cheerful voice. It didn't matter how much you respected people; this was humiliating. She had already been humiliated once, and now again. She closed her eyes tight until she could see coloured shapes flashing by... they slowly they started to turn into him, his face flashing quickly in front her eyes over and over...
"Lindsay?" Stella became concerned as her face paled and her eyelids seemed to tremble.
"NO!" Lindsay shouted suddenly bolting upright. The doctor looked quite shocked and steeped back.
Stella tried to calm her, "Lindsay it's okay."
Lindsay closed her eyes again, trying to make herself disappear, but all she could see was his face. She felt the bile rise in her throat. She squeezed Stella's hand tighter as Lindsay lent forwards and was sick down the side of the bed.
Lindsay rested her head against Stella's shoulder as she rubbed her back and hugged her.
"Don't let go." whispered Lindsay as the doctor placed a basin by the side of her and continued her exam, while a nurse cleaned up.
"I won't," reassured Stella, holding tighter.
"Please, don't." sobbed Lindsay as the warmth of Stella made her feel safe. To have someone hold her, protect her was what she needed. She didn't care who it was as long as they didn't leave. The exam was uncomfortable to say the least, she had to have a few stitches in her arm as well. Stella had the unpleasant task of keeping the kit until someone else came and collected it. She couldn't even look at it, she felt pathetic. There was her friend, scared, going though so much she couldn't understand...and she couldn't look at a bag.
"I'm tired," whispered Lindsay who was now laid down with Stella stroking her hair.
"Go to sleep," answered Stella hoping that would ease the pain for a while.
"I can see him when I close my eyes." Lindsay whispered. Tears had already wet the pillow, making where her head lay damp.
"He won't come back Lindsay. I'll stay with you I promise," answered Stella, wishing she could just say 'it's okay' and 'Lindsay, it'll will be fine', but knew that would never happen.
TBC…