It took a bit of sweet talking from Hawkes to get Lindsay through the emergency room doors immediately.

"Detective Monroe we meet again." Dr Huntsburg said.

"Trust me I'd rather not be here." Lindsay stated.

"You had a taller gentleman with you last time." Dr Huntsburg recalled.

"He's busy." Lindsay replied. "This is Detective Danny Messer and this is Dr Sheldon Hawkes."

"Detective, Dr Hawkes. What kind of doctor?"

"Pathologist." Hawkes replied.

"So what seems to be the problem today?"

"She got dosed with Rohypnol." Danny informed him.

"Were you attacked?" Huntsburg inquired.

"No. Someone put traces of it my sleeve and I breathed it in when I feel asleep on my arm." Lindsay explained.

"She woke up with a major headache and having lost 20 hours." Danny explained.

"Why didn't you bring her in right away?" Huntsburg asked.

"We didn't know what it was, so we ran a tox-screen at the lab." Danny handed him the results. "It was only limited trace amounts; she's had someone watching her all day."

"But she's started getting dizzy, she has hand tremors, flashbacks, her pulse is alternating between racing and thready, her pupils are dilated and she has a slight fever in addition to the headache."

"Sounds like typical effects of Rohypnol although the fever does concern me. I'm going to need to examine her, run a few tests and get our own tox report. So if you gentlemen would like to wait outside."

"Danny my parents?"

"Mac's sending someone to keep an eye on them and I won't call them unless it's necessary." He kissed her forehead.

"Thanks."

"We'll be right outside." He squeezed her hand before he and Hawkes left.

"I thought the other guy was your boyfriend." Huntsburg said.

"No Flack is a homicide detective we work with, who Danny asked to give me a ride to the hospital because he had to start work." Lindsay explained.

"I'm going to do an exam we'll run some tests hook you up to a monitor and then see we can get you something for your headache."

"I took some aspirin." Lindsay told him. "But it didn't work."

"We have something stronger that won't cause a drug reaction."

"Good."

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"I want to nail this guy." Danny said he sank down into a chair.

"You can't beat up every guy who hurts your girlfriend." Hawkes sat down next to him.

"I can I nail him for killing 14 people and then dosing her and then sending her a note to gloat about it?"

"That would be more acceptable."

"It's our fault she was there in the first place." Danny leant back against the wall.

"How do you figure that out?"

"If she hadn't helped us out with the fingerprints Mac would have never made her stay at the lab and finish analysing our evidence, which means she wouldn't have gone out on the first head."

"Do you know why she came by the lab after dinner with her parents?" Hawkes asked.

"She said she wasn't tired."

"She came to the lab because there is a guy in your building that gives her the creeps and she didn't want to be there alone so she came in to do some paperwork and then stuck around to help us so you'd get out of there quicker."

"A guy in my building gives her the creeps?" Danny questioned.

"That's what she said."

"Why didn't she mention something?"

"She's a cop." Hawkes suggested. "Then again what do I know? But I do know she doesn't blame you for this. Just like she didn't blame you when she broke her foot."

"Then why do I feel guilty?"

"You were raised Catholic, you feel guilty about everything." Hawkes replied.

"A very lapsed Catholic." Danny pointed out. "Not that it did me much good."

"You ended up on the right side of the law that's no mean feat." Hawkes paused. "She's good for you."

"Huh?" Danny looked at him.

"Lindsay, she's good for you."

"She's not as straight laced as she makes out." Danny smiled. "And she can be as confusing as hell sometimes."

"I'll bet." Hawkes agreed, grateful he'd been able to distract Danny even for a few minutes.

TBC