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Danny's phone beeped loudly, signalling an incoming call.
"Messer."
"Hey, it's me."
"Hey Linds, how's it going?"
"Rape kit came back positive for sexual activity, don't know if it was consensual or not."
"Shit." He cursed. "You told Flack?"
"Yeah, he went all comatose."
"I don't blame him."
"I don't think he heard me say it might not be rape."
"Well, I'll get to her apartment, see if we can find any sign of a boyfriend."
"'Kay. I'll start running DNA at the lab, then I'll get Adam on it and get back to the hospital. I don't want Flack left on his own."
***
"Sure. I'll call you later." He hung up and beckoned Mac over. "Hey, Mac!"
The older Detective hurried over. "Was that Lindsay?"
"Yeah, rape kit positive for activity. Me an' the doc'll get down to her place and see if we can find any sign of a boyfriend."
Mac nodded quickly. "Be fast. We need to nail this guy before and off-duty gets hold of him and makes him real sorry."
Danny grimaced, before adding "Just hope it ain't me" under his breath. Although Angell was Flack's best friend, Danny was close to her as well, and he got on well with her. She had to be okay.
Angell's apartment was pretty much what Danny and Hawkes expected.
Beige walls were hidden by large wooden bookcases stocked with CD's, books and dozens of photo frames. Danny headed over to one and picked it up. Angell was surrounded by four men, all fairly similar looking except for one with a shock of blonde hair, all five of them grinning manically at the camera. He was surprised by the sheer size of the men he presumed to be her brothers. He remembered her mention one was a cop and one a security guard, but from the buzzcut and tree-trunk-like biceps, one had to be a Marine.
"Alright, I'll check the living room, you do the bedroom." Hawkes instructed quickly. "Angell'd kick my ass if I went rifling through her drawers."
"And she won't me?" Danny retorted.
"Well, you'll deal. Me, I'm delicate."
This cracked him up. "You? Delicate?"
"Just because I'm black doesn't mean I'm up for the heavyweight title, Rhode Island boy!"
They chuckled, but stopped when they realised why they were doing the task at hand.
"Right, well just be careful, okay? You know Angell ain't gonna be pleased at a load of mess to clean up when she gets out of hospital."
Hawkes started pulling drawers open, looking for...
He had no idea what he was looking for.
A love letter? No, Angell was too straight talking for that.
A phone number? A girl that looked like Angell did was gonna end up with four numbers everytime she went out.
A photo? So what? Angell had more guy friends than girl friends.
He sighed. It was hopeless. Danny would have known that, but done it anyway. Because even the samllest chance of a lead was better than no lead at all.
***
Danny did know this.
He knew it well.
But searching Angell's place was better than sitting around or working a crime scene that half the CSI's in the damn city were already going over with a fine toothcomb.
Angell sure liked her pictures, he thought with a grin.
There were just as many crowded on her dresser and bookshelf in her bedroom as the living area. This time, they were of her with colleagues and friends. He noticed one he vaguely remembered being taken when they were all out of their heads at a Christmas party, with Angell's arm wrapped round his neck, the other hand waving a peace sign. Danny was making a similar salute, with his hand the other way round.
Another to the right of the previous one was a photo of the CSI team, with Don and Angell. Angell was wearing a royal blue dress that finished above the knee and was made from a chiffon material. It dipped low at the front, and Don was smiling warmly at her.
This lead him to yet another picture. Flack had an arm looped lazily round her waist and she leaned in to him, their faces relaxed as Martinez and Grahame smirked at the camera next to them.
Shaking his head, Danny continued his search. He felt guilty as he opened her drawers. Neat piles of t-shirts, cardigans and camis that he'd never seen her wear sat in the pine drawers, smelling faintly of Angell's musky scent - chanel no 5 according to the bottle sat on top of the unit.
He felt even worse as he opened her underwear drawer. Lacy and silky pants and bras glared up at him, and he could almost feel the pain she would inflict on him if she caught him doing what he was doing now. But something caught his eye. Another picture of her and Don.
But this one wasn't like the other one.
Don had both arms wrapped round her from the back, and Angell was flusjed with pleasure as she leaned back into his embrace. There was such love in their faces, Danny instantly felt bad for not seeing it before.
Besides, what woman keeps a picture of her and a guy in her underwear drawer if she wasn't dating him?
Suddenly, Danny felt his heart sink. Flack... This wasn't just his partner lying beaten and broken in a hospital bed.
It was his girlfriend.
"Doc! I got something, I think!"
Hawkes sprinted through and gasped when he saw the photo clutched Danny's shaking hands. "Call Montana, and she can ask him."
Danny dialed at lightening speed, his head spinning with worry and relief. Flack was her boyfriend - if she had been with him, then maybe Lindsay could match the DNA to the one she got from Angell, and that would be one less crime committed against her.
A small mercy.
"Hey, Linds. You at the hospital?"
"Yeah, why?"
"I need to speak to Flack."
"Hey, Messer." His friend sounded exhausted. Danny wasn't surprised. It was what - four hours since he got the call, and she'd already been in hospital ten, meybe fiftenn minutes. He figured Flack wasn't going to sleep until Angell woke up, at least.
"Are you dating Angell?"
"Is it relevant?"
"Very."
"Yeah, I am."
"Was she with you, just before she was attacked?"
"Yeah, Messer, she was. I know, alright? I know I shouldn't have let her walk home on her own. I told her to stay, I told her, but she wouldn't listen! It's might fault, Danny."
"No, it isn't, Flack. Jess is stubborn. She'd have done it anyway, you know it. Flack, I'm sorry, I gotta ask - did you have sex with her?"
"Yeah, but-"
"Put Lindsay on, now."
"Hey."
"Linds, take Flack's DNA and match it to your sample. Flack and Angell are dating."
"Brilliant. Well, not brilliant, but-"
"I know. Ok, ell I'm gonna get back to the scene and start helping out there. Take care, and let me know when you want t switch, ai'ight? You gotta rest at some point."
She sighed. "Well I don't think I can sleep, Danny. It's okay though - I got Flack here and he'll make sure I'm alright."
Danny heard Don shout 'I'm on it, Messer!' in the background. "Okay. I'll see you later. I love you."
"Love you too."
Flack turned to Linds. "So, you got an explanation for your husbands bizarre questions?"
"Yeah. As I told you before, we weren't sure that Jess had been raped, or if she just had sex. And if I can match your DNA to the sample I got, then she wasn't raped."
His face eased off slightly. "That's great, Montana. Thank you so much." He paused, and hugged her. "You're gonna be a great mom, Linds, you know that? Danny's lucky to have you, and so's that kid in your belly."
She felt tears welling up in her eyes. "Thanks, Flack. That means a lot."
He turned back to face the room that Jess was in. She has to be okay, Monroe. She has to be."
At that moment, a nurse walked up to them. "Are you here for Detective Angell?"
"Yes," they replied simmoultaeniously.
"Well, she's stable."
"She'll be okay?"
"Yes, she'll be fine. She won't wake up for a bit, but you can go see her if you like."
Lindsay stood back as Don moved towards the room. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door.
Hehe, so she's gonna be fine!
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