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Spoilers: I am personally convinced that there are none, but that be said, I often don't notice them. So to be safe, please have a general knowledge of the current episodes. That way, no one gets angry at me.

A/N: Okay, so it took a little while to post, but it's longer than my previous chapters, and I think it's worth the wait. Let me know if you agree... Just hit that blue button...

A/N2: All of my writing is still un-beta'd, so all mistakes are my own. If anyone feels annoyed by these mistakes, you are free to let me know and you are welcome to help beta the next chapters. If nobody has a problem, then neither do I.

Be it sight, sound, the smell, the touch.
There's something,
Inside that we need so much,
The sight of a touch, or the scent of a sound,
Or the strength of an Oak with roots deep in the ground.
The wonder of flowers, to be covered, and then to burst up,
Thru tarmack, to the sun again,
Or to fly to the sun without burning a wing,
To lie in the meadow and hear the grass sing,
To have all these things in our memories hoard,
And to use them,
To help us,
To find...

Lindsay awoke the next morning to the sound of running water. She opened her eyes and realized that Danny must have been in the shower. She jumped when her cell phone rang. It was Mac. Lindsay glanced at the clock and cursed out loud. She was supposed to have been at work a half-hour ago. "Hey Mac, I'm so sorry, I'll be at work as soon as I can." Lindsay mumbled through the phone, ashamed at the fact her boss had to remind her she had a job.

"It's no problem Lindsay. I figured you might be late today what with everything going on. We've got no new cases, so Sheldon and I have been working on the Figlioni case. You can head in whenever you are able, don't rush. Take your time. I want you ready to work and not distracted when you get here." Take care of Danny, drive him home. I've got someone there to meet him."

Lindsay felt a rush of gratitude toward Mac at that moment. "Thanks so much Mac, I'll be in as soon as I can get Danny out of here." With that, she hung up and went over to the washroom.

Danny had just finished changing when Lindsay walked over. "Hey Montana, how are you feeling? Hope I didn't scare you too much eh?" Danny attempted to make the mood light, but Lindsay's face made him choke on his next words. "I'm sorry."

Lindsay heard him speaking but couldn't understand what he was saying. She was just so glad that he was okay. She ran over to him and sank into him, relishing the fact that he was still able to hold her like he was doing now. "I'm so glad you're here." She said.

"I'll never go." Replied Danny. They made eye contact and Danny kissed her gently. Lindsay felt her knees go weak as she melted into him, deepening the kiss. "Whoa, slow down there Montana. We'll finish this another time." Said Danny.

Danny was just getting all his things together and signing the papers that would allow him to leave the hospital when Lindsay caught up with him. They walked down to the parking lot in silence, each grasping the other's hand tightly. They were silent still as Lindsay walked with Danny to his apartment. Then they reached his door and she found she didn't want to let go of him. He just looked at her, eyes full of love, and Lindsay couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed him, pulled him close and kissed him. Danny responded quickly, and unlocked the door, without moving his mouth from hers. When it was open, they hurriedly stepped inside, still close to each other, hungrily looking into each other's eyes. Danny closed the door, and spun Lindsay around so he could see where they were going. He took one step forward and quickly broke off the kiss.

Lindsay wasn't sure how to feel. She was sure everything was going fine, and then Danny had nearly thrown her away from himself in his haste to put some distance between the two of them. What was wrong? Had she done something? Then she looked at Danny's face, realizing he had gone very red and was looking over her shoulder to a point behind her, somewhere in the kitchen she reasoned.

Lindsay turned around and received a very big shock. Oops. Now this is embarrassing. Remember not to talk to Flack for at least a week. She thought to herself. She could feel her face go as red as Danny's was. And she knew it too. Mac had told her he had asked someone to stay with Danny, Lindsay just hadn't remembered. Too bad. Now she was going to have to deal with everyone in the lab asking her about her and Danny's relationship.

Her thoughts were cut short when the man said "I'll have to take a piece out of Don. No one ever tells me anything anymore."

Danny smiled sheepishly and walked over and embraced the man who had been like a brother to him for years. "Hey Jason! I haven't seen you in a while man. It scared the shit out of me when I saw you."

"Some things never change." Replied Jason Flack, Don's younger brother. "How are you Lindsay?" he asked, walking over and shaking her hand. "It's good to see you again. I'd hug you too, but I think Danny here may get a little jealous. After all, he knows I am a much better catch and I do have a reputation for being a ladies man."

Lindsay laughed. She hadn't seen Jason in quite a while. He worked night shift as an EMT, and consequently, rarely saw them except for the occasional time he met them at a crime scene. "It's good to see you too, Jason." Lindsay said, trying to hide the giggling fit she knew was coming. She could see Danny just behind Jason's shoulder shaking his head.

Lindsay felt a wave of relief pass over her. Mac had definitely picked the right person to watch over Danny when she had to work. Jason and Danny had almost grown up together, with him being only a year and a half younger than Don. Lindsay didn't know a lot, but she did know that Danny and Don had gone to the same high school and Danny had been over at the Flack's so much he had a spare room he stayed in. Whenever Danny had had too much at home, he would head over to the Flack residence, and stay with them. Jason would be perfect for watching over Danny because he wouldn't push him. He cared about him and knew what to say to make Danny loosen up. Being an EMT didn't hurt either. If Danny had any troubles, there was the medical help, right there with him.

"Sorry to cut the visit short, but I have to head into work." Lindsay said.

"No problem, but I'm glad I was here, or I have a feeling that you would have been a lot later when you finally made it to he lab." Jason winked at her and Lindsay felt herself blush yet again.

"It was good to see you Jason. I have a shortened shift today, thanks to Mac. He told me I'm not allowed to work a lot right now, that I should be with Danny, so I should be back around eleven. I just need to run to my apartment and grab some stuff that will hold me for a few days over here. Thanks for staying with him Jason.

"No problem. My shift starts at midnight so that should give us a little time to talk before I have to leave tonight. See you then."

"Take care of Danny for me." She said with a smirk aimed at Danny. He replied by scowling at her. "Bye."

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Lindsay ran through the halls to Mac's office, nearly sending Adam flying when she turned a corner. "I'm so sorry Adam!" she apologized profusely, helping him up from the ground.

"No problem." He said, groaning slightly as he accepted her hand and pulled himself off the floor. "Mind telling me where you were in such a rush to get to?"

"Mac's office, I'm late for my shift and I need to get to work on the Figlioni case."

"Well, you might want to give him this." Adam held out a file for her to take, and she accepted it.

"What's this?"

"It's the report telling you just what the piece of glass was in the vic's hand." Replied Adam.

"And?" prompted Lindsay.

"And it's a part of a DVD."

"A DVD? As in something you watch on TV?"

"As in something you watch on TV." Adam confirmed.

"Well that opens up a whole other set of possibilities. We need to find that DVD, and find out what was on it. It might have been worth killing for. Thanks Adam."

Lindsay walked away as Adam nodded in her direction. She went off to find Mac.

"There you are Lindsay. How is Danny doing?"

"He's fine Mac, I'm glad you sent Jason over. Danny was happy to see him."

"Good. He can keep Danny occupied for a while." Mac said with a smile. He was glad to hear Danny was doing better.

"Oh! Adam gave me these results." Lindsay said handing the folder over to Mac.

"A DVD? That makes things interesting. It could have been the motive for killing our vic."

"That was my thought. I figured I'd go back to the crime scene and see what I could find. It may have been left there, although I have to admit it's probably more likely the killer took it."

"Sounds like a good idea. Take Flack with you. Let me know when you get back."

"Alright, see you later." Lindsay left Mac's office in search of Flack. It wasn't long before she found him talking to Stella.

"Hey you guys." Lindsay said, walking through the door of Stella's office. Both of them jumped and looked around, looking a little embarrassed. "Oh. I can come back later, if you two are busy.' Lindsay couldn't resist throwing in a jibe like that.

"No, it's okay, I was just headed out to grab some food, was wondering if Flack wanted anything." Answered Stella quickly.

"Alright, alright. Hey Flack, I'm headed back to the crime scene, want to come with?"

"Sure, but what are we going back for?"

"The piece of glass material in the vic's hand was a part of a DVD."

"That opens up some possibilities" Stella cut in.

Where have I heard that before? Thought Lindsay. She answered by saying "Yeah, so I thought I'd head back to the scene, see if I could find a broken DVD. There's no question we need to find out what was on that DVD."

"I'll see you later then Stella. Rain check on the food."

"Definitely. Let me know if you find anything."

"Will do." With that, Flack and Lindsay left the lab.

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"So, Monroe, I hear you have been keeping secrets." Flack looked at her with a smirk.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Lindsay put on her best innocent face and hoped that Jason hadn't told his brother too much.

"I think you do. See I think that there is a certain Mr. Messer who has captured your attention of late. And I also think that you have captured his. By the way, my informant wishes to remain anonymous."

Lindsay looked over at Flack who was trying not to burst into laughter. She gave up. She let it out and the result was the two of them in uncontrollable laughing, gasping for breath. When the giggling had subsided Don took on a more serious note.

"Seriously Lindsay, what exactly is going on with the two of you? I mean, not that I'm wanting to gossip, but I do have the ability to change my day in the office pool."

"What office pool?" Lindsay asked, feeling that she may not want to know the answer.

"Oh, you know - the office pool that was set up allowing us to guess the day when you and Messer would start dating. It's been set up since the day after you started working here."

Lindsay's face said all Flack needed to know. "Awesome. It's my day in the pool. Guess I win."

Lindsay responded by punching him in the arm. "I can't believe you! Who is involved in this?"

"Oh, you know, Stella, Mac, Hawkes, Adam, Sid, me, Marty, a couple lab techs..."

"WHAT?"

Flack just laughed. Lindsay suddenly felt the need to flip the attention. "Alright Mr. Smart Ass, you aren't going to tell anyone about this, do you hear me?"

"And why not?"

"Because if you tell anyone, then I will spill the beans about your "crush" on a certain Miss Bonasera." Replied Lindsay. She was fishing, but had a hunch about the way Flack felt.

Flack looked very uncomfortable, shifting in the driver's seat. "How many people know about that?" he asked.

"Just you, me, and the airbag as long as nobody knows about Danny and me." Replied Lindsay. She had struck gold.

Flack looked over at her once. She was staring at him, a determined look on her face. There was no doubt in his mind that this petite country girl would take him down without a backward glance. "Deal"

"I thought you might say that."

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"You wanna beer?"

"Sure, why not, Yankees game starts in a few minutes."

Danny and Jason had been watching the game for only a few minutes before Jason excused himself to go make a phone call. When he returned he had a very suspicious grin on his face.

"What was that about?"

"Oh just a phone call to my dear brother" was the only response Danny got. "I had to let him know how you were doing Danny. Oh, and I might have mentioned something about Lindsay." He looked over at Danny's face and burst out laughing. "Come on man! You expect me to keep something like that a secret?"

Danny just shook his head, staring at Jason. Damn. Now the whole lab is going to know unless Lindsay does some serious damage control with Flack. I only hope he hasn't managed to tip off the whole rumor mill at the lab.

Jason just looked at Danny. He was such an easy guy to provoke. "Alright man, if you want my opinion, you couldn't have picked a better girl. Lindsay's great."

Danny could see Jason's attempt at sincerity and decided to let his comment slide. Nothing he could do about it now. "Whatever. You just better hope that I never get wind of you doing something like this. Believe me. If I ever hear of something that'll be embarrassing for you, you're gonna wish you had moved to Texas for that job offer you had a few years ago.

Jason looked at the expression on Danny's face and decided that he was telling the truth. Note to self: never, ever do anything embarrassing in front of Danny Messer!

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The man tensed as he heard noises outside the door. Were they coming in? "What are we looking for again?" asked a man's voice.

"Any home-made DVD's especially one that's partially broken. We need to find the rest of the DVD that goes to the piece we found in the vic's hand."

"Right."

Damn. They were coming in, and he hadn't found what he was looking for yet. He knew there was a side room just to the right of the bathroom door. He would have to chance it. He didn't have time to find a solid hiding place. He ducked inside the small closet. It held an assortment of cleaning products, brooms, and a vacuum. He reached behind his waist, and pulled his gun out. He checked the clip. Good, it was full. Fifteen shots, but that was all he got. Hopefully he wouldn't have to use them. As long as they didn't find it either, there would be nothing done to the two cops - as long as they didn't find the DVD. Who was he kidding? Of course they were going to find it. They were cops. He flicked the safety off on his gun, and got ready to move.

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Lindsay looked up when she heard Flack calling her name. He was in the next room and she headed over there to see what he had found.

"How's this? The guy is a movie buff." Flack pointed to the wall and Lindsay realized with an inward groan that Figlioni had an entire wall shelf, stacked with DVD's.

"Any one of those DVD's could be important. We are going to have to take a look through them, see if there are any home-made copies. We also need to look around the rest of the house, see if there are any DVD's hidden in an unsuspecting drawer somewhere. Where do you want to start?"

"I'll take the other rooms. I think I'll go crazy looking through that many DVD cases. I'll join you in here when I'm done looking around. If I see anything suspicious I'll let you know."

"Sounds good. Just remember to put on gloves!" Lindsay called after him as he stalked off into the next room.

Lindsay had been looking through DVD cases for ten minutes when she opened up a copy of The Godfather. There was no Godfather DVD inside it. Instead, there was an unmarked DVD, with a little chip out of the side of it, and what looked suspiciously like blood. She took the case, closed it up, and bagged it. "Hey Flack, I think I've found what we're looking for" Lindsay called. She heard movement behind her, but assuming it was Flack, didn't turn around.

"Don't move, don't scream, hand me that DVD, and you'll escape unharmed."

Lindsay froze. She felt the gun barrel being pushed into her back, and could feel hot breath on the back of her neck as a man spoke.

"Now, unholster your gun, slowly, and put it on the floor."

Lindsay did as he said, hoping that Flack would make it over and help her out of this sticky situation. Just then, the man snatched the DVD out of her grasp and took off toward the window.

Lindsay bent over and grabbed her firearm; she took the safety off, and set up to fire. She could hear Flack running through the hallway beside her. She leveled her gun to the suspect, but saw, as if in slow-motion, that the suspect had beat her to it. He was pointing his gun out her, and his finger was pulling back, it was too far gone. He fired once; twice; three times, and Lindsay felt a burning heat in her shoulder, and another in her stomach. She keeled over, dropping her gun that she hadn't managed to fire. The only thing that she could see was the man's eyes – eyes that were full of malice, staring right into hers as he had pulled the trigger. She could feel herself losing consciousness, blackness eating away at the corners of her eyes. She thought of what Danny would say. Then she closed her eyes and slipped into unconsciousness.

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Flack heard voices in the room next to him. I thought no one else was supposed to be in here? Oh crap! It hit Flack. The suspect had come back. He had come back, looking for whatever Lindsay had just said she had found. He broke into a run, pulling out his firearm. He rounded the corner in time to see the suspect pulling the trigger and firing three times on Lindsay. His gun was up and firing before he even knew what happened. As the suspect jumped down the fire escape, Flack ran over to Lindsay. She muttered one word – Danny. Then her eyes closed. Flack quickly called paramedics. "We have an officer down at 1621 5th Street! I repeat – officer down, and shots fired. Suspect escaped down the fire escape. I need paramedics. Now!"

Flack was stunned. This wasn't supposed to happen. This wasn't right. He tried to keep pressure on Lindsay's wounds. She had been hit twice out of the three shots; once in the left shoulder, and another in the stomach. If the paramedics didn't arrive soon, she would bleed to death. Flack held his breath as he did what he could for his friend. Flack whispered a quiet message to the silent Detective lying in front of him. Hold on Lindsay – hold on.