"Detective Messer, Detective Flack?" A man approached their table.

"Yes?" Danny looked up.

"I'm Special Agent Howard FBI." He showed them his ID. "I'm looking for Detective Monroe."

"She's in the bathroom." Flack replied.

"So it was a real bomb."

"From what I understand she was very lucky only a loose wire stood between her and it blowing up in her face as soon as she opened it."

"Danny." Flack said.

Danny's gaze moved to see Lindsay stood behind Howard pale and run back towards the bathroom.

"Montana." Danny was quickly out of his seat and running after her not caring that it was the women's bathroom.

"I thought her name was Lindsay." Howard said to Flack.

"It is. It's his nickname for her." Flack explained. "Give her a few minutes to regain her composure."

"I know how to interview witnesses Detective."

"I wasn't saying that as a Detective I was saying that as her friend."

Lindsay returned a few minutes later looking slightly calmer.

"Guys, can you give us a few minutes I want to get this over with and get back to work." Lindsay requested.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea." Howard said.

"I have a job to do and I can't let some psycho wanting to blow me up stop me. People deserve justice."

"We'll be right over there." Danny told her and kissed her forehead. "Yell if you need us."

Flack put a supportive hand on her arm before he went to join Danny at a table a few feet away so they could observe.

"What do you want to know?" Lindsay as she sat down.

"Tell me what happened from when you first discovered the package."

Lindsay gave him a description of what happened in as much detail as she could remember.

"And you just dumped it in a take of water."

"It was smoking." Lindsay pointed out. "It seemed the best solution."

"Have you had any death threats?"

"I'm a cop of course I've had death threats." Lindsay replied.

"Any credible threats?"

"Once a long time ago. A guy sent me a bullet with my name carved into it after he got put in jail. He's in maximum security in Montana State Prison." Lindsay explained.

"Nothing else?"

"The guy who your colleagues are supposed to finding who cut off all those people's heads a few months ago dosed me with Rohypnol and sent me a not bragging about it."

"Have you heard from him since?" Howard inquired.

"No but he sent a letter to the CSI in Seattle who got dosed and crashed her car."

"Do you have a description?"

"I lost 20 hours, I don't even remember going to any of the scenes that day. I had one flash brown hat, brown trench coast, brown gloves and a beard. But he was more of a hack peoples' heads over with a guillotine because he likes the sounds and dump them in a clean alley next to a garbage can." Lindsay explained.

"Had any problems with suspects?"

"Just the normal. No-one who would send me a bomb."

"I'm going to need a list of anyone you've had a conflict with in the last six months."

"That could take a while and most of them are in jail." Lindsay pointed out.

"We're going to need to take your fingerprints." Howard told him.

"I'm a cop who investigates crime scenes my fingerprints and DNA are in the system and if Mac and Stella are investigating they are already know that."

"Good, I need your contact information."

"Can I borrow pen?" Lindsay grabbed her napkin. "That's my desk extension, but my office is a crime scene. That's my cell phone and pager but the decontamination people have that with my gun and that's my home number. That's the crime labs number they should know how to track me down." Lindsay pushed it across the table. "Can I go now?" She inquired.

"You don't seem too concerned that some tried to kill you."

"It's your job to figure that out and I'm more concerned that a bomb could get through the mail system without someone x-raying it." She paused. "Look I'd like to go back to the lab dry my hair put on some clean clothes and solve my case."

"Fine I'll talk to you again soon and I'll need that list."

"Okay." Lindsay replied.

TBC