Stan didn't look at that happy when Lindsay and Danny walked into the room. "You guys are back again," he muttered, as he looked up at them, as they sat down across from him. "Not that I don't enjoy your company and all. It's just, why are you here?"
"We came to ask you about these, Stan," Lindsay said, as she tossed him the prism and he ducked his head when he saw it.
"Put that away," Stan cried out, as he looked up, as Lindsay covered it with her hand. "You could blind somebodies eye out with that thing."
"So you know what it is then," Danny said, as he looked over at Stan. "Good, then we can skip over a whole bunch of boring questions and get to the interesting ones."
"Like what?"
"Why were you guys after this things?" Lindsay asked, as she held it up, and it caught the light. Instantly the room was filled with bright light. "Oops." Both Stan and Danny ducked their heads to avoid the bright light. "It's kinda like looking up at the sun." She quickly put it away.
"You're not supposed to do that, Linds," Danny whispered to her, as he leaned over. "You can go blind."
"Really? I didn't know that." She shot him a smile before turning her attention back to Stan. "So Stan. Want to tell us about your buddies?"
"Not really," Stan replied, as he looked up at them. "I still have the same opinion as before. If I squeal on them, they'll kill me."
"Yeah, yeah, we know, you've said this all before, Stan," Danny said, as he looked over at him. "But come on. They shot you. Do you really think of them as your friends?"
"Well they were shady characters to start with," Stan started off with. "They all had done stuff to begin with."
"Stuff like?"
"Breaking and entering, attempted assault, you name it, they've probably done it."
"Oh, lovely," Flack said, as he came into the room, followed by Hawkes. "Hello, Stan. We got a few questions to ask you."
"Who's this one?" Stan asked, as he looked over at Hawkes. "Another CSI?"
"Yeah," Danny said, as he leaned back in his chair. "We tend to move in groups. What what you got Hawkes?"
"Nice trick with the swipe, Messer," Hawkes said, as he held out his hand. "Can we have it back?"
"That's what you wanted?" Stan asked, as he looked up at them. "To get that stupid targeting prism back." The room fell silent as the CSIs turned to look over at him. "What?"
"How did you know what it was?" Danny asked, as he looked over at him. "You said that you didn't actually know what was in the boxes for certain. You just were told to get the boxes. Not to look inside them. So how did you know what that was."
"I was told about the prisms, because we were told to grab that one case and the one with that hand," Stan said, as he looked up at them. "You happy now? Got enough info? Can I go now?"
"What do you think Detective Flack?" Danny asked him, as he looked up at Flack who walked up behind Danny. "Can he go now?"
"I don't think so, pal," Flack said, as he put a hand on Danny's shoulder to keep him from tipping backwards in his chair. "You still have so much more to tell us."
"Not going to happen." Stan sat back in his chair and looked over at them. "Nope."
"Hmm, thought you would say that," Lindsay muttered, as she got to her feet. "Here guys." She tossed the prism at Flack. He caught it in his hands. "You can chat with him. "I would rather go look at those knives again. They are more interesting than Stan." Then she was gone.
"Ah, I hurt the poor Lassie's feelings," Stan said, as he smiled. "I tend to do that a lot."
"Yeah, you do," the others replied, as they looked over at him.
"Danny, go with Lindsay, we'll talk to Stan," Flack said, as he put hand on Danny's arm. "We've got some questions to ask him about the hand."
"Ah, gotcha,' Danny said, as he quickly got to his feet. "Hawkes, you should tell him how you picked out the name you named it."
"Yeah?" Hawkes said, as he looked up at Danny, a mischievous look on his face, as a sicken look on Stan's face appeared. "You think?"
"Yeah, it's a cool story. Not many people go around naming hands that they find in safety deposit boxes." He then patted his shoulder as he walked by. "I'll see you guys. Bye Stan." Then he was gone.
Outside of the interrogation room, Danny spotted Lindsay resting up against the wall, not far from them, with her hand up against her wound. He quickly made his way up to her side. "You al right?" he asked her, causing her to jump. "Easy, Linds."
"I'm okay," she replied, as he took up her arm and gently led her away from the busy hallway and towards a dark hallway. "It's just I have a headache."
"Yeah, I kinda figured that." Danny leaned up against the wall next to her. "You want to tell me what's wrong? Or do I have to go get Mac and Stella to get one of them to get it out of you?"
"No, you don't." She bit down on her bottom lip before turning to look at him. "It's just that my side is killing me and that every time that I look at Stan, I see him stabbing me. Okay. That's it."
"You should have told me." Danny crossed his arms over his chest and looked down at her.
"And what would you have done, Messer. It's in my mind. You can't go in there."
"Yeah, but I'm here if you want to talk, Linds." He then leaned over and gently kissed her on the forehead. "Come on, we need to get back to work."
"Yeah, we don't want to get into trouble." They then headed off to lab, to back over the evidence, to see if they had missed anything, and then to see if Stella needed any help with the loads of evidence she had brought in.
TBC
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