Lindsay was studying the photographs she had taken looking for something she had missed.
"Lindsay." Adam appeared in the doorway. "There's something you should see."
"Okay." She left the photographs on the screen and followed him into another room.
"Turn it up." He told Simon another of the techs. The TV which was tuned to the news was turned up.
"The 'Guillotine Killer' as dubbed by the FBI Agents investigating the case have confirmed the name of the suspect who was killed during a gun battle with police officers in Baton Rouge on Christmas Day as Giles David Penterghast. FBI officials are not looking anyone else in connection with the string of killing in New York, Seattle and Baton Rouge. Penterghast's victims who were members of a cult run by the ex-doomsday cult member, had their heads sliced off with a guillotine before they were placed separately in locations in each city in clean alleys next to trash cans. Penterghast was in the process of dumping more human remains when he was killed. Penterghast taunted female Crime Scene Unit members after dousing them with a powdered form of Rohypnol and then in one case sending a New York detective a bomb. Penterghast…" The news report continued.
"Turn it off." Lindsay told Simon.
"Are you okay?" Adam asked looking at how pale she had gotten.
"The news is always so depressing." She replied. "I have to get back to work."
Lindsay headed back to the lab fighting the urge to crying.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
"Miss Monroe?" There was a tap on the door.
Lindsay looked over to the man dressed in a suit and instantly knew what he did for a living.
"It's Mrs Messer or Detective Monroe." Lindsay corrected. "Since we're in the NYPD crime lab, is Detective. And you are?"
"Special Agent Jareau, FBI. I need to ask you some more questions…"
"You mean about the guy who tried to kill me by sending me a bomb whose name I had to learn from the news?" Lindsay asked.
"Detective…" He stepped further into the room.
"No." Lindsay held up her hand to stop him. "I answered all the questions the six times your colleagues asked me before and I don't have any more information. So since you didn't have the courtesy to call me before it was plastered all over the news, I'm not going to allow you to interrogate me again. So get the hell out of our lab before you contaminate evidence."
"Is everything okay in here?" Mac appeared at the other door.
"Special Agent Jareau was just leaving." Lindsay told him.
"Barry." Mac called to the tech who was walking past. "Can you show Agent Jareau out please?"
"Sure. This way." Barry prompted.
"Are you okay?" Mac caught Lindsay's eye.
"I honestly don't know." Lindsay admitted.
"Seeing it on TV must have been a shock."
"I just need a few minutes."
"Why don't you take a break?" Mac suggested. "Go up to the roof and get some air."
"You want me to see the counsellor don't you?" Lindsay guessed.
"I'm not going to force you but it would probably be a good idea."
"Okay. I'll make an appointment." Lindsay agreed.
"Good. Take as long as you need."
Lindsay went and grabbed her coat and made her way up to the roof. For January 3rd it was still freezing.
She was only up there for a few minutes alone when she heard the door open.
"Hey how ya doing?" Danny walked over to her. "I hear you threw an FBI Agent out the lab."
Lindsay looked at him.
"Come here." He pulled her into his arms as she broke down into tears. "It's okay, I got ya."
"I don't know why I'm crying." Lindsay mumbled into his shirt.
"Seeing the face of the guy who tried to kill you and hearing his name is enough to make anyone cry." Danny kissed the top of her head.
"I'm covering you with mascara."
"You can wash my shirt for me." Danny told her pulling his jacket around her to keep her warm.
Lindsay giggled slightly.
"Everything is going to be okay." Danny assured her. "If he wasn't dead, I'd go and kill him for you myself."
"That's sweet, but totally illegal."
"It's the thought that counts."
"Just hold me for a while." Lindsay requested.
"For as long as you need."
TBC