"How are you holding up?" Stella walked over to where Lindsay was examining some evidence.

"I'm fine." Lindsay replied. "I talked to Danny he knows what's going on."

"Good. They'll find her." Stella put a reassuring hand on her arm.

"I'm a cop, Danny's a cop we both have guns but I still don't want to go home."

"We all have couches you can sleep on." Stella offered. "Although I'm not sure that you'd both fit on it."

"You'd be surprised how many times we both fall asleep on the couch." Lindsay sighed. "We'll be fine."

"Or you can get a nice hotel room; the city will probably swing for one since they managed to let her escape."

"I haven't stayed in a hotel room in a long time; the only time I spend in hotels is processing scenes."

"It might be nice." Stella pointed out.

"I'm just being irrational."

"Irrationality is sometimes just a gut feeling." Stella told her. "I'm going to get some coffee do you want to join me?"

"I just need to put this away."

Lindsay and Stella were just finishing their coffee when Lindsay's cell phone rang.

"Monroe." She answered.

"Why if it isn't Mrs Messer?" Lindsay recognised the voice that had been haunting her since she first heard.

"It's her get a trace." Lindsay mouthed to Stella.

"Keep her talking." Stella told Lindsay as she left to go and set up the trace.

"Not talking Detective?"

"What do you want Jenna?" Lindsay asked.

"Danny." She answered simply.

"Do you really think stalking him and making threats against both of us is going to get you anywhere?" Lindsay inquired.

"You messed with his head."

"I didn't do anything to his head. Danny can make his own decisions."

"You screwed him up. Danny never wanted to get married."

"People change. Getting married was his idea, his choice. I didn't push him into it." Lindsay told her.

"You did something to him."

"I didn't do anything to him. Danny can make his own choices; his choice is to be with me."

"You did something to him."

"Jenna you need to turn yourself in. Escaping is only making things worse for you."

"What do you care?" Jenna asked.

"Jenna I don't know you, all I know is you have been stalking me and husband and have made threats, but I'm a cop I know judges don't like it when prisoners escape."

"I'm not a prisoner." Jenna protested. "And I'm not going back there."

"Jenna you need help. Obsessing over something is not good for you."

"I don't need help!!" She protested.

"Your attachment to Danny is unhealthy. You need some help; turn yourself in before it gets worse."

"I don't need help!" The line went dead.

"Damn." Lindsay muttered. She quickly walked over to see what Stella had. "Did you get anything?"

"She's somewhere in Manhattan." Stella replied. "She hung up too quickly for me to get a complete lock."

"Damn."

"What did you say to her?"

"That she needed to turn herself in and get help." Lindsay stated. "She wants Danny."

"We won't let her have him." Stella assured her. "Even if we have to stick him back down that hole again."

"She doesn't want to go back to the hospital, says she won't be a prisoner."

"It will all work out. I'll call and update the APB."

"Thanks Stella."

"Go back to work; it will keep your mind off it. I left the trace on in case she calls back."

Lindsay left her.

Stella grabbed her cell phone and dialled a familiar number.

"Mac it's me. Jenna just called Lindsay. She wants Danny."

TBC