A/N: I'm back! I'm so sorry I haven't updated in ages, but I literally have half an hour free each night, and I stay behind after school every day now too, so I simply haven't got the time to update. So, I'm going to try and finish this story in the next couple of chapters, so that all my stories are complete, then you may not hear from me for a while. But I will be back eventually!!!
Oh, and by the way, sorry if the information about flight lengths and time differences are incorrect, but I'm English and when I searched it on the internet I just got really confused!
Disclaimer: Didn't you hear? I did apply for 50 per cent of the CSI Corporation, but they didn't accept. Poor me!
This is it, thought Lindsay, as she woke up at 5am the next morning with the alarm. Today is the day of Milli's funeral. But right now, Lindsay just wanted to stay in bed. It was nice and warm being snuggled up with…
Wait! She thought in a panic. Why am I snuggled up with Danny? Then she remembered that the night before she had had another nightmare, but this time she had been holding the knife that had stabbed her sister. She had woken up screaming, awakening Danny from his slumber in the living room. She was so freaked out by it that he had to stay with her to keep her calm.
However, she knew that she had to get up and face whatever today was going to throw at her. So she mentally prepared herself. Ready to travel back to Montana.
At that moment Danny woke up, and pulled her close, knowing that today would be hard for her. They were getting a plane to Bozeman at 7am, and they would arrive at 9am in Bozeman, Montana. There, Lindsay's dad would meet them and drive them to their home, where Danny and Lindsay could unpack. Then, at 2pm, they would head off to the funeral, where Lindsay was going to sing a song that she had written especially for today.
The plane journey across to Montana was quiet, Danny reading a book, whilst Lindsay put the finishing touches to her song. She had been fretting over it for a while now, desperate to make it perfect. She was just finishing as the seat belt sign lit up, signalling that hey were about to land. Lindsay, feeling a bout of nerves wash over her, grabbed Danny's hand, needing to feel the support that, in her heart, she knew she had.
However, now, things were about to go wrong.
As soon as they had got off the plane, collected their luggage and headed out of the airport, a young man who Danny assumed was a brother of Lindsay's met them. He was right, when Lindsay turned after embracing the man tightly, and said, "Max, what are you doing here? I thought Dad was supposed to be collecting us? Anyway, I would like you to meet my friend and work colleague Danny Messer. Danny, this is my younger brother Maxwell, but everybody calls him Max."
The two men shook hands, and Lindsay sighed in relief, glad that they seemed to be getting along okay so far.
When they released each others hands, Lindsay once again shot Max a confused glance about why he was here, opened her mouth to ask, but then dismissed her worry and turned to go. But Max stopped her with just one phrase.
"Code 17."
Lindsay turned around, horror and grief gathering in her eyes, tears welling up.
"Did you tell them…?"
"Response 4?" Max replied.
Lindsay nodded, whilst the tears began to cascade down her flushed cheeks, as Danny moved to hold her close, questioning her silently with his eyes.
Lindsay explained to him briefly, "Code 17 means that they blame me, and response 4 means that I had no way of knowing that this event was happening."
Danny nodded, pulling her closer as they headed towards the car that Max would drive to take them to the ranch.
Phew! Blimey! I found that really hard to write! Please review!