He could barely move, he has been running for so long his body was stiff. Coming to the end of the train cars, he found himself out of energy, his lungs burned, his muscles ached, and his blood boiled in the hot sun. Leaning against the train car, he slid down until he sat down, his legs stretched out in front of him. Gasping for breath, he pulled the stolen phone from his pocket, and dialed the only number he knew off by heart without speed dial.
Lindsay sat in her office doing everything she could to track down the father of Robert Harris, frustration was beginning to take its toll. There was no information on this man, it was as if he was a ghost. He did not exist.
Slamming her fist on the desk she let out a loud dramatic sigh.
"Calm down little lady." She heard from the doorway, looking up she found Flack leaning against the door.
"Hey, any news?" She said jumping to her feet.
"No, Mac is still working with Robinson to get closer to finding Dan. How are you doing?" Flack asked as he entered the room.
"DNA came back with a match to the father of Robert Harris. I'm trying to track him down, but there is nothing to go on." Lindsay explained, as she roughly went over the papers on her desk.
"We know. That's what the lawyer was telling us. I meant how are you doing?" Flack sat on the edge of the desk as Lindsay collapsed in her chair.
"Well, it would have been nice if someone told me! I have been running around this entire building trying to figure out how to track this son-of-a-bitch down and you have known the whole time!" Lindsay said angrily.
"Sorry." Flack answered quietly. "We'll find him Linds."
"I know. It's Danny, he'll be fine." She said plainly, as if not bothered by the situation.
"OK." Flack said with confusion. "Taking this a little too lightly aren't you?"
"No. Not exactly." She said going through her papers.
"Then what?" Flack said tapping his hand on his knee.
"I'm no good to anyone if I can't hold myself together, I'll panic if and when I have to, until then, I am doing my best at being a level headed C.S.I. so that I can bring the man I love home safely." She said looking up at Flack.
"Then you are doing a helluva good job." He smiled.
"Thanks." She said as he phone begun ringing. "Sorry." She said looking at he phone seeing an unknown number.
"Monroe?" She answered.
'Lindsay, I need help.' Danny said, in a whispered tone his breathing was thick.
"Danny?" Lindsay said jumping to her feet looking at Flack. "Where are you? Are you hurt?"
'I'm at a warehouse beside the Hudson, I don't know where. Lindsay I killed someone.' He spoke slowly, between words he sucked in air, there was a tone of fear in his voice.
"Stay on the phone, I'm getting Adam to trace the call. Are you hurt?" She repeated.
'I... I don't know. I couldn't remember any other number, I stole this phone from the person I killed. I hit him with a pipe. I don't know how much longer I can hide. I need help, Linds.' He repeated, he was scared.
Lindsay and Flack ran out of the room, to the A/V lab where they found Adam working on the trace.
"Adam, trace the number calling Lindsay's phone. Now!" Flack demanded as he called Stella, Hawkes and Mac into the room.
"What happened?" Mac asked entering the room.
"Danny called Lindsay's cell, I think he's escaped." Flack explained.
"Dan you still there?" Lindsay asked putting the call on speaker phone.
"Yeah, I... Linds?" He was confused, his breathing increased.
"Danny, it's Mac. Have you been hurt? Is there anything around you that looks familiar?"
"I... I need help Mac." Danny said groggily.
"He's been repeating himself, he's in bad shape." Lindsay whispered to Mac.
"We're going to find you Danny, we just need a little more time to do the trace, stay on the phone." he said, looking back to Adam. "How we doing?"
"Two minutes." Adam answered.
"OK, Danny tell me what's around you? Any signs or markings?" Mac asked, hoping for any clue.
"I... I don't know." He said softly.
"Danny, it's Stella, you with me?" She asked.
"I'm sorry." He said as his breathing slowly disappeared, luckily the call was still active.
"Danny? Danny talk to me?" Lindsay began to repeat. "Danny, come on say something." Her voice began to break.
"I got it! He is in Queens! I have an address." Adam said throwing his hands in the air.
"Let's go, Lindsay see if you can get him back. Adam we're keeping the line open, keep the trace on. Let's go." He said to the team as they filed out of the room.
With the phone in his hand, he passed out, falling over in his sitting position to his side. The cut on his shirt soaked his shirt in blood, the cuts on his face dripped slowly as his head hit the dirt of the ground. Lindsay continued to talk to him over the phone, but Danny's body had failed him. Passing out from complete exhaustion, the world around him disappeared as he fell over, unconscious before he hit the ground.
The black Lincoln not far away stopped slowly, Derek got out of the car with his gun in his hand. Walking towards the train car, he found his victim. Covered in blood, passed out on the ground.
"You make this too easy, kid." He said to himself as he walked closer, kneeling down in front of him he moved closer to feel his pulse, he was alive, but just barely.
"What the hell?" He said finding the phone in his hand. "Fuck!" He exclaimed as he heard the voice of a woman screaming Danny's name on the other end. Closing it, he took a couple of steps forward and through the phone in the river. "No rescue today." He said before grabbing Danny by the shirt and dragging him back to the car, as he limped. With little effort he pulled him into the back seat and slammed the door.