Disclaimer: Unfortunately nothing that you recognize belongs to me, it all belongs to Jerry Bruckheimer and CBS. Except for the song lyrics which belong to The Moody Blues.

Spoilers: Have a good idea about what's going on in the current episodes, makes my job a lot easier.

A/N: Okay, here's the second chapter, thanks for the reviews on the first. Just to let you know, all mistakes are mine, because this is un-beta'd. Hope you don't find too many of those. Enjoy...

Something, calls to me,
The trees are drawing me near,
I've got to find out why
Those gentle voices I hear
Explain it all with a sigh.

"So, where to?" Stella asked, looking through the rear-view mirror at Danny and Lindsay, snuggled up together in the backseat.

Lindsay looked up into Danny's eyes and saw he was thinking the same thing. "Danny's apartment, Stel. And thank you."

Stella glanced back at her two friends and knew that there was more going on than she was being told. But she didn't mind. They would let her know what was going on between them when they were ready. She wouldn't push. Her day in the office pool was still four days away anyway.

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"Hey Lindsay, glad to see you're back!"

"Lindsay, it's nice to see you again."

"How's it going Linds?"

Lindsay was a little embarrassed by the amount of attention she was granted as she was getting ready for work. I hope it's not going to be like this all day. Lindsay thought to herself. What a way to make it difficult to concentrate. I've already got Danny as a distraction, what more do I need? She walked into Mac's office and immediately got her wish.

"Lindsay, we've got a homicide at an apartment on 5th. Flack is already there, take Danny and go. Oh, and welcome back."

Well, almost her wish anyway. At least Mac was glad to see her, but it was all business as usual, and Lindsay was glad to be back in the action. Working with Danny would be nice too. Flack would be a whole other story.

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"So, from what I gather, our vic was listening to music on his computer through headphones. Shot in the back of the head, execution style. Probably never saw it coming; headphones would have worked to the killer's advantage. The killer beat in the vic's face and cut off the fingertips to prevent identification. It's not pretty. Oh, and I almost forgot; welcome back you two. You and me are going to be talking later Messer." He winked and walked off to question the tenants of the apartment building.

Danny and Lindsay had just made it to the crime scene and gotten their de-briefing from Flack when they opened the door. The smell of iron in the air made it obvious that this was not going to be pretty. Blood was pooled around the vic who had fallen off his chair and now lay on a heap on the floor.

Danny walked over to the body and took a closer look. "Face is unrecognizable; the killer did a good job of disguising the identity. Can't run prints, we can try DNA through CODIS, but I'm not holding out much hope on that hill."

He glanced over to see how Lindsay was doing. She was looking around the room, stopping at the computer. "Loud music, lots of rock on this play list. He also seems to have some Microsoft word document open, unlabeled; we'll have to get this computer into the lab to be looked over. We could find something useful on it."

She reached for the mouse and clicked on the document. A screen opened with a simple message written on it.

Check his DNA. You might get more than you bargained for.

"What the hell does this mean?" asked Lindsay quietly. "Message from the killer obviously, but why go to all this trouble to conceal his identity then tell us to run his DNA? It doesn't make any sense."

Flack wandered over. "Just talked to the neighbours. No help whatsoever. He was a quiet guy who never talked to anyone; real unsociable. Nobody knew who he was. I got nothing, hope you guys came up with more."

"This crime scene is immaculate, there's no hairs or fibers on the body, no distinguishing tool marks, looks like the beating might have been done with bare hands. Only thing I got is the fingers were cut with a knife, most likely one with a serrated edge. No real help though; I'm guessing that knife lying on the floor over there did the job." Danny stated, getting up from the body and walking over to the bloody knife lying on the floor. He bagged it and then headed to the kitchen.

"We got a missing steak knife from a set. Looks like our knife belongs with it. Killer's an opportunist." Danny called over from the kitchen.

"Well, I get he was beaten, I get he had his fingertips cut off, but what's the cause of death?" asked Flack.

"Good question. We're going to have to let Sid tell us that. There's no outward signs of anything that might have been fatal. Again, it's hard to tell with so much blood, but we'll find out at autopsy later." Lindsay answered.

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"Cause of death is anaphylactic shock. Your vic was allergic to peanuts, and I found peanut butter in his stomach, along with a variety of other foods. The peanut butter dosage was small, but just enough to kill him. I'd call it an accident-"

"Were it not for the circumstances the crime scene was left in." finished Lindsay. "Thanks Sid, I'll go tell Danny, and hope he finds out who our guy is."

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"Hey Danny, COD was anaphylactic shock. Allergic to peanuts and peanut butter was found in his stomach by Sid."

"Well, I just loaded his DNA into CODIS, let's see what we get. It may take a while, you wanna grab lunch?"

"What did you have in mind?" Lindsay asked, walking over to him and wrapping her arms around him in a soft embrace.

"Well, there's this little café just down the street I thought we could..." He stopped talking because at that moment a beep from the computer told him a match had been found.

Lindsay leaned over to the computer. "That was fast, looks like our vic has a previous record, nothing dangerous, looks like a few misdemeanors, here's one for armed robbery and..."

"What else?"

"And a possible affiliation with the Tanglewood Boys."

Danny froze. Not again. He had had about enough of these guys. "What's his name?"

"Antonio Figlioni."

Danny spun around so fast Lindsay was sure he had given himself whiplash. "What did you just say?"

"Antonio Figlioni, why did you know him?"

"Yeah, I knew him. Tony, my next door neighbour, and best friend from grade school."