Lindsay wasn't feeling all the best, while they were making their way back to Lindsay's home. "Danny, I'm not feeling the best," she muttered against his side, causing him to look down at her. "I'm sorry." She sank down on a set of stairs not far from them. Danny soon was at her side. He was instantly checking her out, for fever and what not.
"You are warm," he pointed out, sitting down next to her o the stoop. "You want to go get checked out?" His eyes trailed over her flush face. "Or we could call Hawkes?"
"I don't know if I could even make it home," she muttered, as she rested her head against his shoulder. "My side is really hurting bad. I know that I didn't say anything to Hawkes, but it's hurting now."
"Okay, we can go have a ER doc check you out," he said softly, slipping an arm around her shoulder, looking around. "Come on. Let's get ya there so we can see how badly you are hurting."
"Thanks Danny," she whispered, as he flagged a Taxi. "Ow..." His eyes swept back to look over at her. "It's okay, just my side." He opened the door for her and she carefully slipped into the backseat. "Thanks Danny." She then laid her head back on the seat and closed her eyes. By the time, Danny got into the cab, she was out.
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Flack and Mac stood on the doors outside of the interogattion room looking in to watch as Stan began to pace. "So what do we do now?"
"Talk to him some more," Mac said, gazing over at Stan as he began to hit the wall. "He's coming un-done."
"No kidding," Hawkes replied, coming up to their sides. "What gave that part away? When he nearly flipped out when Kylie's mother walked into the room, or after the fact that Lindsay was stabbed yet again."
"That girl needs some hand to hand training," Flack teased, only to turn his head when the sound of something crashing against the wall caused them to look up to see a chair hit the window. "Ooh, he's upset." Flack chuckled, before leaning against the wall to face the two CSIs. "So what's the idea before we go in there to chat with boy wonder some more."
"You two are going to talk to him," Mac stated, as he turned to leave. "Stella and I'll talk on the married couple."
"Have fun," both Hawkes and Flack said at the same time. "Man, I would pay anything to be able to be in that conversation."
"Nah, not me," Hawkes replied turning to look back at Stan. "Come on, let's go talk to our knife loving buddy."
"Yeah, let's."
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When Lindsay came to, she was lying on a Gurney being pushed down a long corridor. "No," she muttered, causing the man pushing her to pause, as a figure came to her side. Danny's face soon was in front of her. "What's going on?"
"You fainted in the cab on the way over," he replied, as he gazed down at her. "They're going to take good care of you. Just let them work."
"I want someone here we can trust," she muttered to him, as she was pushed past them. "Please Danny." The doors slammed shut behind her.
"Got it," he said, fishing out his cell phone. "Hawkes is sure gonna love me."
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Hawkes was just about to go through the doors into the room behind Flack when his cell phone rang. Flack shot him a look, as he quickly answered it. "Yeah," he said softly, stepping out into the corridor away from the room. "Danny, what's up? You guys make it home okay?"
"No," came the response Hawkes didn't want to hear. "We're at the E.R. She wasn't feeling good and said her side hurt. So I hailed a cab, and she fainted on the way to the hospital. She's nervous about all this and wants someone she can trust with her, talking her through the medical stuff. We were kinda hoping if you could get away, that would be you."
"I'm on my way," Hawkes replied, shutting his phone. He popped his head into the room and Flack shot him a worried look. "You're gonna have to do this solo. I gotta go to the hospital. Seems that our little country girl just landed herself there."
Flack's face fell as he turned to look at Stan and crossed his arms over his chest, while Hawkes made his leave, to find Mac and tell him the news. "If she dies Stan, you're gonna be in more trouble that you are in now," he said, putting his hands on the table. "You do know that."
"Hell, I never meant to hurt the wee lass." Stan muttered, gazing up at him. "Honest. I'm telling you the truth."
"I know, Stan, you never meant to hurt her," Flack said, glancing down at him. "But it happened. Now you're going to have to pay for all that did happen. Including the girl in those boxes."
"I didn't hurt her!" Stan cried out, as he jumped to his feet. "I never laid one harsh hand on Ali. She was a very sweet girl. You have to believe me."
"I do...now sit down." He then turned to leave. "Just hope that Lindsay doesn't end up like Alison." Stan nodded before resting his head hard on the table.
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Lindsay sat as far back on the Gurney as she could, watching the Doctor's and Nurses as they moved around in the very busy Emercency Room. She felt queezy and them moving about wasn't helping her head all that much. She felt a hand touch her arm and almost jumped out of her skin. Turning her head she glanced up to see that it was Hawkes. She shot him a smile, as he moved a little bit closer to her side. "Where's Danny?" he asked her softly, looking through the chaos for their fellow worker.
"I don't know," she replied wincing through the pain, which caused Hawkes' eyes to automatically go to her. "I know, I should have told you all this before hand. Bad Lindsay."
"Yes, Bad Monroe," a voice called out, causing them to look to see a woman standing over them with a scowl that would send most men down to their knees. "Now can we fix you up? Or do you need a blanket?"
"Can we shoot her now?" Lindsay asked Hawkes, leaning back against him gently, gazing over at the woman. "She's not very nice. I thought they had to be nice."
The woman's eyes snapped to Hawkes just as he was about to say something. "Don't you dare say anything Morgue worker," she snapped. "You shouldn't be allowed in here. You bring the scent of death with you." She then turned and stalked off.
That left them gaping, and that's how Danny found them. He turned his head to see the woman and smirked. "Ah, someone else you dated or tried to impress Hawkes," he teased, as he put a hand gently on Hawkes shoulder to pull him out of the trance he seem to be in. "Hey, you okay?"
"Lindsay's right, we do need to shoot her," Hawkes muttered, causing them both to smirk, as a man came towards them with the woman in tow. "Ah, I spoke too soon."
The doctor's face lit up when he saw Hawkes. "Sheldon," he greeted him, as he reached out and shook his hand. "It's good to see you again. How's working for New York's finest treating you?"
"Good," Hawkes replied, shooting a glance around them. "But that's not really why I'm here, Dr. Pods. We're here to make sure that our friend here is okay. She kinda got hurt a few days ago in that um bank robbery you might have heard about, and then got stabbed again earlier today."
"Why the hell didn't you just bring her here right away?" the woman demanded, as she moved to get past Dr. Pods, only to have him stop her. "Sir?"
"It's okay, Fern, I got this," he replied, looking over at Lindsay. "I'm sure that Hawkes took good care of her. After all he does have his medical training. It's not like he threw that away, when he went through the doors to join up with them."
"Fine, Sir," Fern snapped, turning away from them. "But if she goes down the drain, it's on your mind, not mine." Then she was gone.
"Oh, she's nice," Lindsay muttered, causing them to turn to look back at her. "What? Ya'll were thinking it."
"All right Miss Monroe, tell me where you hurt?" Dr. Pods said, turning his attention back to the task at hand. "You were stabbed?"
"Yeah, twice in the same side too." She lifted up her shirt to show the wounds. "Yeah, I know...shoulda come in sooner."
"Well, it's good that your mind hasn't been infected." He pulled over a chair and began to get to work. "You're gonna need stitches and some meds for the pain. Other than that you should be fine. I can't do anything about those ribs that you hurt. They're just gonna have to hurt like hell for now."
"I know..." she replied glancing down at her fingers as he began to stitch her up. "All remember next time to shoot the idiots before they stab me." That got Hawkes and Danny to chuckle as their phones rang. Lindsay looked up as Danny went to answer his. He then took off away from them. "What's up?" she asked.
"Probably work related..." Hawkes replied. "Nothing for you to worry about now. Give yourself time. The lab will be there in the morning."
Danny came back to their sides with a white face. "Danny?" Lindsay called out to him. "What's wrong?"
"That was Stella..." he began, shooting a glance down at them. "Seems that Kylie's mom wasn't all that happy to see her ex-husband either. Seems we're done a witness now."
"What happened?" both CSI's asked in unison.
"Dylan's dead." They looked at each other in shock.
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