Pratt smirked and climbed from her body. He dressed himself and walked to the door. Pratt entered the bathroom and turned on the shower. He grabbed the cuff keys and entered the bedroom again. He unlocked the cuffs and pulled off Lind4561say top form her arms. He lifted her from the bed and carried her toward the bathroom.

The cold-water tan down the tub. Pratt entered the bathroom with Lindsay in his arms. He pushed back the curtain. Lindsay sprang up, slamming her elbow in the side of Pratt's face. Pratt released Lindsay, crying out in pain. Lindsay collided with the tile floor. She climbed to her unsteady feet. Pratt recovered from Lindsay strike. He reached out for Lindsay's arm. Lindsay rushed him. She threw herself into Pratt, pushing him back against the sink. Pratt's hands grasped Lindsay's arms, trying to push her back. Lindsay reached up, grabbing Pratt's head. Pratt's grip tightened as he tried to push her from him. Lindsay grabbed Pratt's face. She planted her feet in the floor, using as much leverage she could. Lindsay grunted as she slammed Pratt's head into the mirror. Pratt released Lindsay at impact. Lindsay swung her right hand out, crashing her fist into Pratt's jaw. Pratt dropped to his knees in front of the sink. Lindsay grabbed Pratt's head and shoved him into the sink. Pratt slumped to the floor of the bathroom.

Lindsay exhaled deeply. She sprang to her feet and slammed the bathroom door shut. Her hands fumbled for a nearby chair. She propped it up against the door of the bathroom. Lindsay raced from the door to the phone. She practically ripped the receiver from the wall as she grabbed the phone. Her fingers were unsteady and trembled against the plastic. It took her four tries before Lindsay managed to dial correctly. She listened for the dial tone.

"9-1-1, emergency."

"I…I need…the police! Some…someone broke into…m-m-my apart…ment an-an-and r-r-r-raped me!" Lindsay stuttered. She slipped her jacket on over her trembling figure.

"Ok miss, stay calm. I've got two units on their way. What's your name?"

"Lindsay. Lindsay Monroe, I'm…I'm a Crime Scene Investigator." Lindsay explained.

"Alright Lindsay. I'm going to stay on the line with you. Just stay calm." the woman said.

"They need to hurry, he's trapped in my bathroom, but I don't know how long he'll stay when he wakes up." Lindsay explained. tears streamed down her bruised face.

"He's still in your apartment?"

"Yes. I locked him in my bathroom, but I don't know how long the door will hold." Lindsay cried.

"There's a unit two blocked from your apartment, Lindsay. They'll be there any minute. Just hold on."

Thunder pounded in the apartment. Lindsay cried out in surprise. She watched the bathroom door. It lurched as Pratt pounded against it. Lindsay prayed the door would hold until the cops arrived. She flinched as Pratt pounded repeatedly on her door.

"Lindsay, I've just been informed the police are at your complex. Which floor and number are you in?"

"Third floor. Three o seven." Lindsay answered. Her eyes never left the door. She stood in the center of her apartment when the front door burst open. Lindsay could hear the officers entered her apartment, but she never turned to them. She felt someone cal her name, but the door was threatening to break open.

"Door!" someone yelled. Lindsay was vaguely away of the voice. They moved in front of her, guns aimed at the door.

Pratt kicked the door down, sending the chair toward the officers. He froze in the doorway. The officers moved closer for him. Pratt raised his hands over his head. One officer lowered his weapon into his holster hand cuffed Pratt's hands. The second officer turned to Lindsay, placing his weapon into his holster.

The first officer took the phone from Lindsay and hung up. "Lindsay, talk to me."

Lindsay blinked. Her eyes refocused on the first officer. He was taller than she was, but most men were. The officer's hair was short, dark brown. She'd seen his face numerous times. His face was firm, but he often softened when she was around. He stared at her, face written in complete panic. His hands held her gently along her upper arms.

"Lindsay, talk to me." he said.

"I'm…I'm sorry, Mac." Lindsay whispered. Then all her exertion and exhaustion took over. Her trembling legs gave out entirely. Lindsay's entire surrounding dissolved into a blurred black abyss. She felt her disoriented self falling into the black abyss. Her surrounds slowly faded from her mind.

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Danny woke abruptly from his sleep. He reached out for his alarm to silence it. The night had been too short and five more minutes would kill him. However, as Danny touched his alarm, he realized that it wasn't shutting down. Danny opened his eyes, looking around his room. Then he recognized the sound at his phone. Danny retrieved his phone from his nightstand and accepted the call without checking the ID.

"Messer."

"Danny, it's Mac."

Danny's brows furrowed and he sat up, "Mac? What's up, it's four fifteen."

"I'm aware of that. I need to get to General Hospital. Stella and Hawkes are on their way there." Mac ordered.

Danny stood from his bed, pulling on the closest shirt he'd found. "What's goin' on Mac? How bad's this case?"

Danny heard Mac hesitate on the other end. Danny thought back on all the info Mac had given him thus far. "Mac, what about Lindsay?"

"Lindsay's in the hospital, Danny. Stella will fill you in, just get down their now." Mac replied. He hung up before Danny could get another say into the matter.

"Dammit!" Danny yelled. He tossed his phone onto his bed and grabbed his jeans. Danny rushed to dress himself. He grabbed his phone as he left his bedroom. Danny grabbed his wallet and keys on the coffee table where he'd dropped them three hours before. His leather jacket was hanging over the back of his couch. Danny pulled it on and ran out his apartment.

Danny ran down the stairs, nearly knocking over one of the other residents of the complex. Danny never looked back to check their safety. He burst out into the street. Danny turned into the park aid and hopped onto his Harley. The engine roared to life in the night and sped off toward the hospital.

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