Lindsay woke up to find herself in Danny's arms, with him idly playing with the ends of her hair. "Hey," she said softly, bringing him out of his drowsy state to look down at her. "You okay?"
"Yeah," he answered, as he blinked a couple of times to get the sleep out of his eyes and looked over to see that Stan was asleep a few feet away from them snoring. "He passed out an hour ago."
"How long was I asleep?" Lindsay asked, as she looked up at Danny.
"About an hour and half." He gently pulled her back into his arms. "Come on. Not much more you can do. Mac called about an hour ago. Flack and him are tracking down the bank robbers. Stella and Hawkes are working on the bank. So you and I get to rest for a bit more."
"Ooh, honey bunny," Stan mumbled, causing them to look over at him. "Come on closer."
"Please tell me he's not dreaming about what I think he's dreaming about," Lindsay whispered, as she looked up at him. "Cause if he is, that's just disturbing." Danny smiled, as he moved into a more comfortable position.
"Oh, come on, Lins. Can't a guy dream about girls in his sleep?"
"No, but that doesn't stop them." She shivered and shot a glance up to see the camera light was blinking. "Hey, the camera's on." Danny automatically froze. "Easy, Danny, I'm sure that Mac's not going to yell at you for keeping me warm."
"I know, it's just we're going to get bugged by the others when we get out of here," he whispered, as he lowered his head.
"Come on baby, let's go back to my place," Stan muttered, causing them to look over at him.
"Okay, that's enough of him talking in his sleep," Danny said, as he took up a piece of garbage and threw it at Stan, catch the man in the shoulder, causing the man snapped awake and sat up. "Hey, keep your dreams clean dude. You tend to talk in your sleep."
"Oops, sorry about that," Stan said, as he looked over at them. "How come you guys are all nice and cozy?"
"Just 'cause," Danny replied, as he looked at the man. "Don't think farther into it man."
"Oh, trust me, I won't." Stan then closed his eyes. "It would be a death wish to do otherwise."
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"We got the cameras up," one of the techs called out to Stella and Hawkes, and they came up to his side. "Okay, there are your CSIs." He pointed to Danny and Lindsay sitting up against the wall. "And that must be the other not dead guy."
"They're okay," Hawkes said with a smile, as he looked at the screen. "And they don't look all that happy with Stan at the moment."
"You gotta wonder what he did now," Stella muttered with a smile, as she looked over at the screen. "But at least they're okay."
"Yeah, that's a good thing."
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"Man, it's cold," Stan muttered, as he rubbed his arms, causing the CSIs to look up at him again. "You think that they would be trying to get the door fix quicker."
"I'm sure they're working as fast as they can," Danny said, as he shivered and curled more into Lindsay. "Vaults are made so that people can't just break into them."
"I know that."
"Gentlemen," Lindsay began, as she tried to keep her teeth from chattering. "We're not here to argue or start a fight. Can't we talk about something else. Like sports or cars or something else."
"Like what? You?" Stan asked, as he sat up and shot a glance over at Lindsay. "I would really like to learn more about you."
"I'm sure you would but I'm not on the menu of conversation." Lindsay hid a yawn with the back of her hand and leaned back into Danny. Stan shot her a grin as he came up to their side and sat down next to them. " Because there's not all that much interesting to know about me."
"Oh, I'm sure that there's a bunch of interesting stuff about you, deary."
Danny bit down on his bottom lip when he felt Lindsay tense at Stan's comments. "Easy, Linds," he whispered to her, as he bent his head to her ear. "We don't want him to loose his temper. Just try to be nice to him. Use your Montana charm on him."
"So what do you want to know about me, Stan?" Lindsay asked, as she looked over at him, as she moved into a more comfortable position against Danny and slid an elbow hard into his ribs. Danny bit back a moan as he grabbed onto her elbow and pulled her into a better position. "Since we're going to be here for a while, we should get to know a little about each other. Like how you got inside the vault."
"I was forced inside," Sam replied, as he shot a glance down at this hands. "I wasn't thinking with my head so I just went with my gut. I followed the guys with the guns inside. They shot those guys then turned on me and shot me. Blood idiots."
"Oh, I'm sure they weren't idiots," Lindsay said, as she shivered again, only to freeze when she heard Danny's cell phone go off. "I bet that's Mac."
"Oh, I'm sure it is," Danny said, as he retrieved his phone and looked to see that it was indeed Mac. "Speak of the Devil." He quickly answered it before it went to voice mail. "Hello Mac."
"You guys nice and cozy?" Mac asked.
"Yeah," Danny replied, as he shot a glance down at Lindsay, who was starting to try to get out of his arms. "I'm taking you can see us."
"Yeah, but that's not the point. I need to talk to Stan. See if he got a look at the faces of the bank robbers."
"I'll ask him. Hang on." Danny put the phone to his chest and shot a glance over at Stan. "Stan, did you get a glance at the bank robbers' faces by any chance." He shook his head no. "Are you sure? Any help you can give us would be really helpful right about now." Stan shook his head no. "Sorry, Mac, Stan says no." Stan got to his feet and began to pace. Lindsay watched him with careful eyes. "I don't know Mac. He says that he followed them into the vault and he got shot. I don't know."
"I didn't mean to do it," Stan whispered, causing Lindsay to look up at him. "I didn't mean to do it."
"Do what?" she asked him, as she got to her feet and went up to his side. "Do what Stan?"
"I didn't mean to cause all this," he muttered, as he whirled and stabbed her with the knife he was holding in his right hand. Lindsay let out a gasp as she went down. Danny turned at the sound and saw Stan with the bloody knife and drew his gun. "It had to be done."
"Drop the knife, Stan!" Danny ordered, as his cell phone dropped to the ground. "Drop it!"
"No, I don't have a death wish," Stan sneered, as he shot a glance down at Lindsay, who was putting a hand over her wound. "Put I'm sorry about your girl. I didn't really want to hurt her."
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"Did he just do what I think he just do what I think he did?" Flack asked, as he looked at the screens, causing Hawkes and Stella to look up, as Mac cursed and stormed over to their sides. "That SOB stabbed Lindsay didn't he?"
"Yes, he did," Mac said, as he looked over at the vault doors. "Which can only mean one of two things. He was either in one the bank robbery or he mentally broke while in there."
"Oh, that's great, Lindsay and Danny are in there with a Psychopath. Bet they're happy."
"I'm sure they are."
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