After leaving the lab, Lindsay had gone straight to Danny's apartment. But upon walking through the door, all she could feel was the overwhelming urge to go home. She wanted to be back in her own element and out of Danny's.

Minutes later, Lindsay was back at the apartment she shared with Flack. The moment Lindsay closed and locked the door; she dropped her things on the floor and walked straight to the bedroom. The tank top Lindsay had worn to bed the last night she had been at the apartment was still shoved under her pillow and after several minutes, she pulled it on and crawled under Flack's comforter and closes her eyes. There was still a hint of daylight coming through the windows, but she was suddenly exhausted.

Lindsay woke up sometime after dark. She thought she'd feel better, but she didn't really. Lindsay really thought that coming home and sleeping in her own bed, and not Danny's couch, would make all the difference. It didn't. It just served as a reminder that Flack wasn't there. She stared at the ceiling their last conversation played through her mind again. Lindsay wasn't sure if the conversation was the correct version or one of the distorted versions she'd been playing in her head for the past few days, but she continued staring at the ceiling as it played in her mind over and over. "You just need to leave…"

Lindsay closed her eyes and thought of Flack's voice. She knew it was personal. That it was the closest he'd ever come to loving her so much it hurt. He must've been crushed when he misheard her words.

Lindsay rolled onto her side, and curled herself up into a ball – crying again. She didn't think she had the strength to go another round, and she though about how she know she'd always love him and whether she wanted to figure out how to go on without him. Lindsay was unsure of how long she cried, because she drifted back off to sleep.

When Lindsay woke up she wasn't sure how long she had been asleep. The apartment had grown dark without the sun streaming through the windows or lights having been turned on. After a minute of rubbing the sleep out of her eyes and reorienting herself, Lindsay pulled herself out of her reverie and went to the bathroom to wash her face before shuffling into the kitchen. She glanced at the microwave. It was almost nine and she hadn't eaten since breakfast, but as she opened the fridge to look for something, her stomach churning, Lindsay heard the distinctive rumble of her voice mail.

Reaching out for the coffee table and fumbling around, Lindsay finally found her cell phone. She flipped it open to reveal three messages waiting for her. Punching in her access code, Lindsay held her phone to her ear and listened.

Stella's voice rang out first.

"Lindsay? It's Stella. , I'm a little worried about you. Why don't we have a girls night out? Dinner tonight? I'll even cook and bring it over so you don't have to go out. What do you think? Give me a call back."

Lindsay mentally noted that she needed to call Stella back and decline the invitation. As she was coming up with the perfect excuse to tell Stella, Lindsay couldn't help but smile at the sound of the next voice.

"Hey babe, it's Danny. My evidence is in DNA and I had some time to kill, so I'm checking in with ya. Hey, Montana, listen… I don't know if you know or even want to know, but I saw Flack this afternoon and he's being released tonight. He's staying with his parents for a while. Well, uh, call me if you want to talk. I'll be around the lab all night. Night, Montana."

Danny's message left Lindsay stunned for a moment. She was trying to wrap her head around what Danny had told her when a familiar interrupted her thoughts.

"Linds… hi, it's Don. Listen Linds…. I'm…. never mind."

Lindsay wanted to cry when she heard Flack's voice. It wasn't just that she missed him that much, but it was the way he sounded. Lindsay jumped up, grabbed her things and rushed out of the apartment.

Thanks to ChocoBetty for pointing out the problem!