A.N I would like to dedicate this chapter to prplerayne.

"Hey," Danny looked optimistic for a minute as Adam walked into the break room but when he saw his face he quickly lost it.

"Ran the semen, no match," said Adam apologetically.

"No luck here either," Announced Hawkes coming into the room, "white fibre's nothing unusual about them."

"Anything"? Asked Mac coming into the room from a rather heated meeting with high-ranking officers about the lab working Lindsay's case.

"No, what about the CTV?" asked Danny hopefully.

"Well we've picked out Lindsay on the footage only there's so many people around her and talking to her, without a description," Mac trailed off not needed to continue.

"Well that's what I'm hoping to get," Flack's voice interrupted them from the doorway.

"Lindsay's in, I'm going to interview her," he said. Flack had a look about him not many people had seen before, his suit was creased and he looked like he had been awake most of the night like everyone else, and for once he looked scared.

"Come on," Said Mac standing, neither Hawkes nor Danny needed to ask where, when they got there they stood the other side of the two-way glass. Danny audibly gasped at the sight of Lindsay. She check was bruises as was her head where a few stitches could be seen. Her left arm was bandaged and Danny could see the tell tale bruising around her wrists as well as other bruises that littered her bare skin. He wanted nothing more than to run in and hug her and it took all his will power to stop him from doing so. Mac looked across at Danny who was rubbing his hand together and clenching them into fists. Without a word Mac pulled the door across so they could no longer see in, despite the fact they were going to get a full recount of the interview, watching it didn't feel right.

Lindsay was sat in the interrogation room. She had preferred it to sitting outside where people kept staring at her. She'd never been this side, the side where someone was going to keep asking you questions you didn't want to answer. In the back of her mind it occurred to her the others were probably watching but she couldn't see them so she was able to shake off the thought.

"How you doing?" asked Stella placing her hand on top of Lindsay's which were placed on her lap constantly fiddling with the button on her trousers.

"Ok," mumbled Lindsay as the door went and Flack walked inside.

On entering Flack found himself unusually lost for words, "Hey Monroe," he said with a half smile as he took in her appearance.

"If you don't want to do this yet or at any time you want to stop just tell me," said Flack sitting down. To Stella it was hard to tell who was the most uncomfortable out of the three of them. Flack looked as if he was desperate to be anywhere but there. Stella thought she must have looked like one of those dogs that gets tied up outside the shop and anxiously waits for its owner to return. Lindsay looked like she wasn't there, her body may have been but her mind was somewhere else.

"Lindsay when your ready if you could describe what you did last night from when you went to the club and until you went home."

"I got a cab there, it was busy; I got there about nine. I had a couple of beers," she paused wrinkling her face as the memories became blurred.

"Some guy was talking to me he was with his friends, then there was another man, he was about the same height as me. I think he had brown hair."

"Good," smiled Flack taking down notes.

"I remember getting a headache so I went outside and hailed a cab," continued Lindsay playing with the zipper on her top.

"What time?" asked Flack.

"About ten thirty," replied Lindsay, "I'd only been inside a few minutes and there was a knock at the door." She paused her face going visibly paler and her body tensing.

"If you don't want to," started Flack.

Lindsay closed her eyes and continued. "I opened the door and it was the man I'd been talking to, I didn't know how he knew where I lived. I was going to shut the door but he pushed me inside. I tried to hit him back but he hit me," she said touching the bruise on her face.

"I fell against something. I was on the floor screaming at him to go away. I felt his weight on top of me. I tried to shout but he shoved something in my mouth. It tasted strange and I couldn't breath properly. I tried to get him off. There were voices from outside, Men's. I kicked him and ran into the bathroom. I didn't come out until…." tears were now freely running down her face and her body was shaking as Stella tried to comfort her. Flack could no longer manage to look at her in so much pain and looked down at his notebook now with one damp spot where a single tear had fallen.

"Can you describe him"? Asked Flack his words almost catching in his throat.

"He was wearing jeans, and he was clean shaven. That's all I can remember," she sobbed as Stella comforted her.

Flack almost dreaded to ask this, "Lindsay how do you know he was clean shaven?"

"He rubbed his face against me, when he licked my arm," she said shakily holding it out.

There was a gentle knock at the door that Lindsay didn't even notice as she had her head buried in Stella's shoulder.

"Mac," Flack said turning grateful for the distraction.

"Lindsay," he said simply acknowledging Flack and walking over bending down next to her.

"That was really good," he said taking her hand as she turned to face him wiping her eyes with her sleeve.

"I don't' remember anything," she said quietly.

"I think I know why. Lindsay I need to take some of your blood and run it through tox"

Lindsay nodded, "you think he put something in my drink."

Mac nodded, proud of her at how well she was doing.

"I'll just go get a needle," he said getting up and letting go of her hand.

"Tell them they can come in, I like the company" she said turning to face the two-way mirror.

"Still the investigator," smiled Stella wiping at her own tears that had fallen.

"Hey," Hawkes was the first to walk into the room while Danny lingered at the doorway partially not wanting to crowd her and partly because he was scared he'd break down.

"You need anything and you just call me," said Hawkes.

"Thanks," she said rubbing at her eyes, "I bet I look a right state"

"You look beautiful," smiled Danny stepping in from the doorway.

"What he said, that goes for us as well. Were going to get this creature," said Hawkes. Flack couldn't seem to find any more words to say which was probably a good thing because he was likely to hit something after having to sit and hear what Lindsay went through.

Lindsay eyes met Danny's, "Hey Montana," said Danny his voice wobbling as he stepped forwards she held and hand out towards him.

"Hey," said Lindsay as Danny grasped her hand gently rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand he fought to hold back the tears. The touch of his hand at first made her want to recoil at someone touching her bare skin, but Danny's touch soothed her, reminded her of how everything was before it happened

"Adam would like a hand going through the video," said Mac coming back into the room and signalling for everyone else to leave. Danny pulled back from Lindsay who reacted to the loss of his touch curling in on herself slightly.

"I wont be a minute," said Mac gently taking her arm. Lindsay winced as the needle went into her already bruised arm.

"I'll wait outside," said Flack knowing full well what was coming next.

"Lindsay we're need to take some pictures" said Mac trying his best to be a CSI and see her as evidence; only the puzzle that needed to be solved kept turning back into Lindsay alone and scarred.

"Ok" nodded Lindsay knowing that he was going to ask.

"Would you like Stella to take them?" asked Mac hoping to make her more comfortable

"Please," replied Lindsay

"Stella," said Mac handing the camera over and leaving.

Five minutes later they appeared Stella handing Mac the camera and leading Lindsay down the hallway.

TBC …….