Lindsay cut out of the lab as soon as she could but rather than go home she went for a walk.

With no destination in mind Lindsay just wondered the streets of Manhattan.

She stopped when she got drawn to a building and slowly walked inside and sat down.

She stayed there for a while in silence.

"Can I help you?" A man approached.

"Sorry Father." Lindsay apologised. "I was just thinking."

"This is a good place to reflect. Would you like me to leave you alone?" The priest inquired.

"Actually if you have a few minutes." Lindsay said.

"Of course." He sat in the pew in front of her. "What seems to be troubling you?"

"Someone tried to blow me up today." Lindsay stated bluntly.

"Someone tried to blow you up?" He repeated.

"They sent me a bomb in the mail; I guess you'd say by the grace of God, a wire came loose so it didn't go off as soon as I opened it."

"What did the police say?" He asked.

"I am the police." Lindsay sighed before explaining. "I'm a detective with the crime lab. They're doing what they can, the FBI have to officially have the case since it came through the mail it makes federal."

"How are you feeling?"

"I don't know." Lindsay replied honestly. "I froze outside for a while after they made me go through decontamination just in case. I was interrogated by an FBI Agent. I cried for a while, managed to solve my case and then just left and walked until I got here."

"Maybe you were looking for answers." The priest suggested.

"Maybe." Lindsay paused. "It really is beautiful in here."

"You're not Catholic are you?" The priest guessed.

"Baptist." Lindsay admitted. "Although I haven't had time to go to church since I moved to New York. This is okay isn't it?"

"I like to think that God is grateful when any of his children want to talk to him. It doesn't matter where or which denomination you are."

"If it helps any my boyfriend is Catholic. Very very lapsed catholic but he's still catholic."

"I don't think that matters." He told her. "But I appreciate the thought."

"Why would anyone send me a bomb?"

"I can't answer that for you." The priest told her. "But think of it this way it wasn't your time to go, you're obviously doing good work and he wants that to continue."

"But bad things happen to good people look at 9/11 and the tsunami."

"Bad things do happen to good people and sometimes things happen against God's plan but major events like that bring us together and unite people. In general it brings out the best in people. Even on a smaller scale like with your job, you try to give people an answer that's a good thing."

"I know." Lindsay sighed. Her cell phone went off. "I'm sorry I didn't realise it was still on." She checked the caller ID. "Danny." She answered. "I'm talking to a priest; I'll call you back later." She hung up and switched her phone off. "Sorry."

"Someone's cell phone went off in the middle of a funeral a few days ago, that was a little more ill timed than an empty church."

"I'd bet."

"So shall we discuss this further?" Lindsay inquired.

CSI NY CSI NY

Danny was sat on the computer running a search.

"I thought you were leaving." Hawkes entered the room.

"I'm trying to find a Catholic church." Danny replied.

"Feeling the need for a little more divine intervention today?" He inquired.

"When Lindsay left she told some she was going for a walk." Danny explained.

"Why does that mean you need a Catholic church? Isn't Lindsay a Baptist?"

"Yes. But when I called her to see where she was and if she wanted me to pick her up she said she would call me back because she was talking to a priest."

"Maybe she felt like she needed a divine intervention." Hawkes joked.

"I'm trying to figure out which are the nearest Catholic churches and I'm going to see if I can find her."

"Perhaps she needs a little time alone." Hawkes suggested.

"I'm not going to interrupt; I just need to check she's okay."

"Okay. You know her better than I do."

TBC