Disclaimer: So, for my next birthday gift, I will wish for the rights to own these characters. But until that happens, nothing you see here is mine. Except Jason! And Joey! I thought them up, with my brilliant mind. But don't give me too much credit. Everything else belongs to CBS and Jerry Bruckheimer.

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?" Mac was astonished to hear the voice of the Detective come through the phone. "Where are you?"

All of the people who were in the staff meeting turned and fought their way back into the room at Mac's words. Stella stood right next to Mac, trying to listen into the conversation.

"I don't know where I am. I'm in the middle of nowhere; I just found this payphone on the side of the road. Mac, he's got Danny and his dad! They're still in there, and Sonny came and he's mad, you have to find us!"

Lindsay was nearly in hysterics as she tried desperately to explain the situation. Mac coaxed her and helped her slow down. "Lindsay, calm down, okay? I need you to slow down and answer my questions. Do you see a street sign near you at all?"

"No, there's nothing with street names but there's a sign about 100 feet down the road. It has a detour direction posted, about construction."

"That's good Lindsay. Anything else that can help us?"

"There aren't a lot of high-rises around here, it's mostly flat ranchers. I can see the Manhattan skyline though, way off in the distance."

"Okay, Lindsay, listen to me, if you see a car come by, try and flag them down. Get them to give you a location. Do you have more change? Can you call us back?"

"Yeah, I'll try Mac."

"Good job, Lindsay. I think we have enough to find out where you are. What's the payphone number?"

Lindsay answered, reading it off the back of the receiver.

"Good. I think we can pinpoint your location now."

The payphone hung up then, spouting off about how more money was needed in Lindsay's ear. She hung up the receiver and walked down to the road. It wasn't very busy, but she was going to have a tough time trying to stop someone as it was. Most New Yorkers were not exactly the politest of people. She walked beside the road, concentrating on making eye contact with a driver, and trying not to think about how she may never see Danny's eyes again.

Meanwhile, Mac was desperately trying to find out where Lindsay was.

"Okay, Adam, look up construction sites outside of the immediate city, near any warehouses scheduled to be demolished. Chad, try and find out where this payphone is located, let's move people!"

Mac directed the lab workers like troops in battle. The crowd of people quickly dispersed, leaving Mac, Stella, and Flack behind.

Mac tried to call back the payphone and got a recorded message telling him that the payphone he was trying to reach did not accept incoming calls. Great.

Mac turned to Stella and saw a frightened expression on her face. Flack was standing next to her, complete astonishment pushing through all other emotions. Mac walked out of the break room and headed to his office. "I'll be in my office if you need me. We can't do much until we get the results."

Stella nodded and Flack grunted his okay. After Mac left, Flack turned to face Stella.

"Stel, do you think they're going to be okay?"

Stella looked at him for a long moment before answering. "Yeah. They'll be okay. Those two are the strongest people I know. They're going to get through this."

She moved forward and wrapped her arms around Flack, pulling him into an embrace. He leaned into her, breathing in her scent and found himself relaxing just slightly.

"What would I do without you Stella? I think I'd go crazy. This whole thing with Jason and Danny and Lindsay is driving me insane. I don't think I could do this without you here, just to see you."

Stella looked up into his eyes and saw raw emotion there. She took a moment to respond, but when she did, her tone mirrored his.

"I'm here." Was all she said. She didn't need to say anything else.

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Lindsay wandered down to the road. How does one go about stopping a driver on a road like this? She wondered. Let's find out!

She looked down the road, and saw a silver Porsche heading towards her. She stuck a hand out, waving towards the side of the road. The driver looked right at her, flipped her the finger and kept on driving. How rude! Was Lindsay's first thought.

The next car she saw was a burgundy old beater on the opposite side of the road. She stepped into the road, waving both hands over her head to get the driver's attention. At first, she thought he was just going to keep on driving, but then she saw brake lights as he pulled onto the shoulder.

Lindsay sprinted over as fast as she could, but was still wary enough to realize she may want to keep her distance.

"What can I do you for?" the driver said. Lindsay gave him an appreciative look. He was a young man, probably in his mid twenties, and wasn't hard on the eyes. Lindsay shook herself mentally. Definitely not what you want to be thinking about right now!

"Um, sorry to bother you, but I was hoping you could tell me what street this is? And maybe the nearest cross street? I'm completely lost."

The driver laughed once, and gave her all the information she needed. She thanked him, and was just about to let him go when she saw Sonny and his crony walking in the distance toward the road.

"Sorry to bother you even more, but could I sit down for a moment?"

The driver looked a little puzzled but let her sit in the passenger seat for a moment.

"Thanks, I just need to tie my shoes, and take a moment's rest."

"Sure, no problem." He said, looking at her as though she was from a different planet. It was made even more awkward by the fact that both of Lindsay's shoes were tightly tied.

After a few minutes, Lindsay looked out the window and saw Sonny driving a dark blue ford pickup down the street. She thanked the driver again and left. He drove away looking as though he was glad to see the back of her. It had been an odd experience to be sure.

Lindsay walked back over to the payphone, fed it the necessary change and relayed the information to Mac.

"Awesome job Lindsay. Adam has just found a building in that vicinity. Stella and I are on our way. We'll be there as soon as we can."

Lindsay hung up, walking back toward the building where Danny was.

Meanwhile, Mac grabbed his coat and grabbed Stella, running to the department SUV. They were lucky. They still had two hours before the building was scheduled to be blown up. They were going to make it.

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Danny's shoulders were shaking and his mouth and nose were scrunched up tightly. To an outsider, looking from a distance, it may have looked like he was laughing. But he was really trying to prevent tears from falling. His father was lying in a heap, just meters away from him, but Danny was helpless to do anything. He cursed the restraints, holding him back form embracing his father, preventing him from doing what he hadn't done since he was a very young boy. And by the looks of it, may never do again. He thrashed a little more, unable to accept the fact that he could do nothing but watch.

"Dad, come on dad. Wake up." Danny heard his voice and thought he sounded like a young child again. It was a little boy's voice issuing from his mouth, Staten Island accent missing.

Danny tried sliding the cuffs off his hands, but succeeded in nothing more than cutting his wrists to pieces. "Damn it! For fuck's sake!" Danny rattled off another round of swear words, hoping that something would come; someone would come, to get him and his father out safe. And Lindsay – he needed to see her again. He had to see her again. He needed to tell her he loved her one last time. He needed to prove it to her.

"Lindsay. I love you." He whispered into the darkness. "God, I love you. You're my life. I can't live without you. I hope you're okay." He was startled to hear a response to his ramblings.

"I love you too." Replied Lindsay walking over to him. She knelt down beside him and caressed his face. "I'm okay, and I'm here for you. I can't live without you either."

Danny saw tears silently streaming down her cheeks and his followed.

"Mac and Stella are on their way, along with a whole cavalry of people. We're going to get out of here. I promise."

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Stella looked sideways at the driver of the SUV. Mac's expression was stern, and Stella was afraid that he was about to blow a gasket. Or at least pop a vein. His mouth was tightly clenched and a vein was throbbing in his forehead. Flack was seated in the backseat, looking a little pale, but determined.

Mac turned onto a side road, sirens blaring and lights flashing. Stella got a bit of a scare when she looked at the speedometer. Better not go there. She fidgeted in the silence, just as anxious as the two men to make it to the building, to get Danny and Lindsay out alive.

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Lindsay sat, curled up next to Danny, holding him tightly. He couldn't describe the feeling she had. She just couldn't get close enough to him, couldn't sense enough of him. She wanted his scent to be stronger, his flesh to be warmer. She wanted his eyes to be brighter and his accent to be thicker. She needed him to be a part of her, to be with her, in every sense of the word. She couldn't get enough of him. She squeezed him tighter and whispered in his ear.

"I love you Danny. Promise me you'll never go."

"Where would I go? I'm lost without you." Tears welled up in Lindsay's eyes when she heard him say those words to her. Through all this drama, first her past, and the court case, moving on to his past, and their current predicament, they remained together, still loving each other. Lindsay knew he was the one.

"Lindsay, when we get out of here, when all this is done, I think we should get married. I love you, and I could never be happy without you. What do you think?"

Lindsay looked at him and smiled. "I think that we should worry about getting out of here first, but when that's over? I think we should get married." I love you too Danny. More than you'll ever know."

Lindsay snuggled closer into Danny's side, wanting to get home safe. She knew they would. Mac and Stella were on their way, Sonny had left. They were going to make it out alive. The emotions Lindsay had been feeling for the past few days boiled over and she found herself sobbing into Danny's side. He looked at her and gave way to his own mixed emotions. He cried too, happy that he could be with Lindsay, and terrified that his father may not make it out alive.

Both heads popped up when they heard the sound of approaching sirens. Lindsay jumped to her feet and stared out the door.

"I'll be right back Danny. I'm going to go get them."

Danny nodded and Lindsay ran out of the building. She yelled down to them, waving her arms and practically jumping. Tears fell, and she was overjoyed, watching Mac, Stella and Flack jump out of the SUV, running towards her. She ran down the road the side of the building to meet them. They met part way and Lindsay saw several patrol cars in the distance; obviously Mac had driven faster than any of the other cars had dared to.

Stella ran right over to Lindsay and crushed her in an embrace. "Lindsay! Oh my God! You're safe, we were so worried! Is Danny still inside?"

"Yes, he is. He's handcuffed, so he can't get out. Do you have keys?"

Flack went over to the SUV and pulled out a set. "Here we go." He said. "I'll go get Danny."

"I'm coming." Answered Lindsay, jaw set, determined expression on her face.

"We're all coming." Responded Mac, as he led the way up to the building.

The group of Detectives had taken no more than a couple of steps when Lindsay froze. "What's that noise?" She asked.

"It sounds like a whistling, like escaping air." Responded Flack.

Mac turned and faced the building. His stomach dropped.

"Take cover!" he yelled, turning away. "Get back!"

"No!" Lindsay cried. "Danny's in there!"

As if in slow motion, all four detectives turned to face the building. A click was heard, and Lindsay felt that familiar sensation of déjà vu. For the second time in her life, she was thrown backwards as the bomb in the building went off, her third time being caught in an explosion. She hit the ground hard, sensing the others going through the same trauma as her. Her head hit something hard and she fought to stay conscious.

Mac recovered first, jumping to his feet. "Stella, Flack, you okay?"

He heard two groans in response and saw them get to their feet.

"Lindsay?'

Lindsay looked up into Mac's face. She knew she was going to be okay, but she was definitely going to pass out. "Find Danny. He was inside. Mac, find Danny." Then the blackness creeping in from the corners of her eyes took over, and all was lost.

A/N: I'm sorry. That was probably really mean. But I promise Lindsay doesn't die. Neither does Flack, Stella or Mac. Anyway, there will be one more chapter, I have a feeling it will be fairly long, and then an epilogue, and that's all she wrote. Well, all I wrote. So please review, and let me know what you think. The more reviews I get, the less likely I will be to kill off anyone. So please review!