A/N: This is a very, very, very short chapter. You see, these were the days before Spunky learned the meaning of the word "prolific." Due to my neglect (again) and the length of this chapter, I'm just gonna upload the rest of the fic tonight. I apologize for any and all email floodings.
February 10, 2007
My phone rings, waking me up. It's six in the morning on a Saturday. A Saturday that I'm not working. I hate people who wake me up.
I groan something that may or may not have been "hello" into the receiver.
"Danny, hey. Sorry I woke you."
OK, so I don't hate everyone who wakes me up.
Her voice wakes me up. "Lindsay? What's going on? Did we get a case? 'Cause it's my day off, and not that I mind being called in, but - "
"No," she says. "We didn't get a case. I'm sorry that I woke you, but my old boss called. I need to go back to Montana for a few weeks. The prosecutors want my testimony for the case against McDonald."
"Oh. So...OK, then. I'll see you when you get back, I guess." I can't even concentrate on the "few weeks" part. All I hear is that she's leaving.
"Yeah. I'll call you after I give my testimony, let you know how everything's going." I hear shuffling, and then Lindsay lets out a curse.
"My taxi's here. Don't forget about me, Messer."
I force out a chuckle. "That's impossible, Montana."
We both hang up. My head drops into my hands. A few weeks without Lindsay. That'll be great.