A/N: I'm so sad. So this story that once seemed to be going towards a happy ending, well yeah this is how I feel about happy endings right now.

I'm just so disappointed in the CSI NY writers.

Stella was surprised to hear the key turning in the door, and she got up when the door slammed against the safety chain. She was even more shocked to hear Lindsay's soft voice say, "Stella it's me."

"Did you catch up to him?"

"No."

"It's not too late Lindsay, we can just call him, find out where he went."

"No. I know where he is. I saw him go into his building. I stood outside, he didn't see me. I couldn't bring myself to go up his elevator. I couldn't bring myself to walk down his hallway. Pass by her door. Stand in his apartment, where they had been. Listen to him make excuses, promising never to do it again. But when I closed my eyes all I could picture was his hands on her, his mouth on hers."

"Oh Lindsay. I'm so sorry," it was cruel to watch her like this; it was like kicking a puppy.

"The thought of him touching me now makes my skin crawl."

Stella knew there was nothing to say, nothing that could help this pain of betrayal.

"I couldn't do it. I couldn't make myself move. I know my in my heart I love him, but my head knows how much he has hurt me, how much he can hurt me." She was quiet and then gave a sardonic laugh. "I threw up. I actually threw up in the trash can in the lobby."

"Can I do anything? What can I do?" Stella's heart was breaking for her.

"Nothing, Stell. I just have to learn to let this go. Let him go. He's so different than what I thought he was. I wonder if I ever really knew him. I must have been kidding myself. So desperate, so hoping for him be this great guy, I didn't see it. I didn't see it at all. I was so stupid, so blind."

"I think you need a very tall drink."

"I never thought he could do this," her voice broke, "Danny Messer is a lot of things, but I never in a million years, thought he'd do this. All these months I was half expecting him to just tire of me. There was no mystery left, no chase. But I was happy. It was finally just us, no drama, and no pasts. Just us. Well apparently it was just me." This time the sarcastic laugh turned into a sob.

"Do you want me to call Mac? Get you the day off tomorrow? Oh hell I'm practically your boss, I say we both take the day off. It's been a bad couple of days."

"I'd like that Stella," she tried to smile up at her, her eyes now glistening with tears. "I don't think I'm ready to see him yet."

"Okay the plan is, drink this bottle of wine, sleep in, and eat a very sugary breakfast. We will then proceed to max out our credit cards while sipping on mimosas. Wear our brand new sexy dresses to dinner, get hit on by beautiful foreign men and leave happily together. No dead bodies, no crime scenes, no fingerprints, no stupid boys, just us girls. Sound like a plan?"

"Yeah I really like that plan."

Stella gave her a tight smile. She knew this wasn't going to solve any of Lindsay's heartache, but if it could distract her for just one moment of the feeling of her heart ripping into two, then it might be worth it. She knew Lindsay would have to go back to work eventually; she'd have to work on the same shifts with him, feel her heart breaking all over again when she wanted to laugh at something funny he said. At least it wouldn't be tomorrow.