Danny walked up the stairs of Lindsay's apartment. He took them two at a time to her floor. Like last night, no one was in the hallway, but that didn't bother Danny at all. He stopped at Lindsay's door and knocked. He waited for the door to open, but it didn't. Danny knocked again and waited. The door still remained closed.

"Hey Lindsay you awake in there?" Danny called.

There was no reply.

Danny pounded on her door again, "Come Lindsay, it's Danny."

Still nothing.

"Lindsay this isn't funny." Danny called. "Alright, I'm breakin' the door in."

Danny stepped back and kicked the door in. He walked in slowly, reaching for his gun. Lindsay's apartment was empty. Lindsay's jacket, keys, and shoes were still where she had dropped them the night before. Panic rose in Danny chest.

"Lindsay, are you here?" Danny called. He walked further in to the apartment. He searched each room, careful not to touch anything. But Lindsay wasn't in her apartment.

Danny pulled out his cell phone and began dialing.

"Taylor."

"Mac we got a problem." Danny said, trying to keep himself calm.

"What's wrong Danny?"

"She's gone, Mac. That bastered has Lindsay!" Danny explained.

There was a pause on Mac end. "Stay where you are Danny and don't touch anything. I'm on my way."

"Understood Mac." Danny said. He hung up his phone. The apartment was barren. Danny's fist clenched his phone in anger. I should've left her! Why did I leave her?

It didn't take long before Mac and Stella arrived at Lindsay's apartment. Flack followed after them with several officers. Mac had a mixture of fury and concern written on his face.

"I haven't touched anything, just like you said, Mac." Danny said.

Mac nodded slowly, "Go give your statement to Flack. Stella and I will process the scene."

Danny walked out into the hall as Flack followed him out. Mac turned back to Lindsay apartment. He walked further in, slowly. Stella walked past Mac, toward the kitchen. She set her kit down on the floor and pulled on her gloves.

"How could this happen?" Mac asked.

"We did what we could, Mac." Stella said softly.

"And it wasn't enough." Mac replied. He set his kit down and pulled on the gloves. He pulled out the camera and began snapping photo.

"Looks like most of the abduction took place in the entryway and the kitchen." Stella said. She snapped photos of the entire kitchen. Stella knelt down and took a few pictures of the ground. As the lens flashed, Mac caught sight of something.

"Stella, take that picture again." Mac said.

Stella seemed puzzled, "Ok." she took another picture.

Mac saw the same thing. He moved to the kitchen and knelt next to Stella. He pulled out his small flashlight and examined the floor. On the floor was a tiny piece of trace. Mac lifted the clear piece with the tweezers and placed it in a small bag.

"Mac, there's more." Stella said. She pointed to Mac's right. Sure enough, there were more small pieces scattered on the floor.

"Is that glass?" Stella asked.

"One way to find out. We need to get this back to the lab." Mac said. He stood and turned to the entryway but paused. Something wasn't adding up in his mind. There was no sign of a struggle, no blood, nothing that indicated that Lindsay has been taken. The only thing odd about the scene was the keys and shoes still in her apartment.

"What's wrong Mac?" Stella asked.

"Something's not right. We're missing something." Mac answered.

"What?"

"Evidence. There's no sign of a struggle. All we have are small pieces on the floor in the kitchen. There's no indication Lindsay didn't walk out of here on her own free will to buy cleaning supplies." Mac explained.

"But Lindsay wouldn't do that if she knew she was being stalked." Stella said.

"So where's the evidence that proves she was taken?" Mac asked. Mac let his eyes scan over the apartment. He could faintly hear a dripping sound.

"What is it?" Stella asked.

"Do you hear that?" Mac asked.

Stella listened. There was a faint dripping sound somewhere in the apartment. "Is something dripping?"

Mac moved back into the kitchen. The sink wasn't running, nor dripping. He moved to a drawer and opened it, but found nothing. He opened the next one to find nothing. Stella pulled open another drawer and stared.

"Mac in here." Stella said.

Mac looked in the drawer. The dripping was coming from this drawer. Something was dripping from the corner of the drawer onto the floor. Inside the drawer was a single processing glove and a white box. Mac snapped the photo and set the camera down.

"There's our evidence. Take a sample of the liquid." Mac said.

Stella swabbed the liquid in the drawer. Mac picked up the glove. More liquid dripped out of the glove.

"What was Lindsay doing?" Stella asked.

Mac looked up from the glove, "That's what we're going to find out."

"Hey Mac," Flack entered into the apartment. "I got Danny's statement. No sign of forced entry until he came in. We all know Danny hasn't touched anything, but he's pretty shaken up outside."

"Thanks Flack." Mac said.

"We also need to notify Lindsay's parents. Should I make the call?" Flack asked.

Mac looked up at Stella. His eyes scanned over Lindsay empty apartment, "I'll call them."

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awww...yeah i'm that mean.

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