Lindsay knocked on the counsellor's office.
"Please come in." A man opened the door.
"Where's Doctor Hunter?" Lindsay asked.
"She's away at a conference. I'm Doctor Pritchard; I'm filling in for her. Is that okay?"
"It's fine." Lindsay replied.
"Please take a seat Detective."
"Lindsay is fine." She told him.
"Mark." He supplied as he closed the door and took his seat. "So do you want to tell me why you're here today?"
"I threw an FBI Agent out the building." Lindsay admitted.
"Why did you do that?"
"Because they want to ask me the same questions they've been asking me for the last four months and I can't tell them anything I haven't told them before because I don't know anything more."
"Why do they FBI need to question you?" Mark inquired.
"Did you read about the Guillotine Killer in the papers or see stories about him on the news?" Lindsay asked.
"Yes." He replied.
"I was the first CSI on the scene when the first head was found in New York. At one of the scenes he grabbed my arm and covered my arm in a powered for of Rohypnol, I breathed it in and lost 20 hours." Lindsay explained. "He sent me a letter gloating about it. Then a couple months ago he sent me a bomb in the mail. Only by the grace of god and a loose wire I didn't blow up when I opened it. When they found him and he was killed on Christmas day he apparently had a note addressed to me in his possession."
"Do you know what it said?"
"I don't want to know. It's bad enough I had to find out his name from the news."
"When did you find out about his death?"
"The day after Christmas." Lindsay replied. "Mac called Danny while we were at my parents' house in Montana and told him. He told me."
"How did you feel when you found out that he was dead?"
"Relieved." Lindsay admitted. "I guess seeing it on the news just brought it back."
"Let's start with when you heard the news that he'd been found and had been shot dead by the cops who were attempting to arrest him."
"Mac called to speak to Danny. He took the call and when he'd finished he suggested we go outside. It had been snowing for a couple days so we were all bundled up in coats. He told everything Mac had told him."
"What happened then?" Mark prompted.
"He hugged me. Then a few minutes later he proposed."
"Since you're wearing a wedding band I presume you've gotten married in the last few weeks."
"The next day. Danny suggested see if we could do it before left Montana."
"So you didn't have time to process the fact that the man who had drugged you and tried to blow you up was dead?" Mark asked.
"I guess when you put it like that."
"Do you regret getting married so quickly?" Mark inquired.
"No." Lindsay replied. "I like being married."
"But do you regret not having time to plan anything?"
"My family were there, I wore my Mom's wedding dress, and we got married in the church where I grew up, the only thing that I regret was that my friends and Danny's family in New York weren't there. But they're all fine with it."
"Okay." Mark nodded.
"You think I got married to fast without thinking over the consequences."
"I don't know you or your husband it may have been the right thing for you, but I do think you needed some time to process everything in your head and I think you've been putting it off. Seeing the news report and the FBI Agent arriving just reminded you that you need to process everything that happened, to deal with it and move on."
"I think I prefer the priest." Lindsay said.
"Are you Catholic?"
"No." Lindsay replied. "But I went for a walk after the bomb arrived and I ran ended up in this Catholic church. The priest let me talk things over with him."
"You still need to process this new information. I can help you do that."
TBC