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Lindsay was grabbed roughly by her injured arm. Her head lolled onto her chest. Too tired to do anything otherwise. She could see Adam's eyes widen through her blurred vision. She felt herself being forced to her feet. She looked upward. There was no way in hell she was gong to let herself be beaten by these people. Her shoulder had been ripped out of it's joint and every movement pained her further yet they showed no mercy in throwing her into a pile of wooden boxes. She groaned and struggled to her feet. Clutching her injured arm.

'How can I help you gentlemen.' She spat, her voice wobbling with the strain. She smirked slightly.

'In ways you can't imagine, lady.' The first man whacked her across the face, blood burst into her mouth. She fell to her knees.

'Care to tell me then.' Lindsay was shocked at her own bravery. She'd always had trouble with sarcasm as a teenager and now it was causing her a whole lot of trouble. She was rewarded with the rifle butt in her stomach. Oh god that had hurt.

'You better watch that mouth of yours.' Lindsay fell onto her back. He breathing constricted.

'Call your detective friend. And tell him about your situation.' His thick Irish accent broadening the more angry he got. She took the phone and dialled Flack's number. It only took a few rings before Flack answered.

'Flack.'

'Hey, Don.' Lindsay voice was strained, her mouth ached to move.

'Lindsay? Are you alright?'

'We have a problem…..'

Danny had been standing at the pizzeria opposite the lab when he'd seen the hundreds of people spill out onto the street. His first thought had been Lindsay. An after-thought was what on earth was going on. Slapping the money for the Deluxe Pepperoni onto the counter he ran across the street.

'Danny?'

'What's going on?'

'There's been a gas leak. They just evacuated the building.'

'And Linds?' He twisted his neck searching over the crowds head.

'She's at the warehouse in Downtown.'

'Oh.' He looked at the pizza in his hand and winced. She'd be a while. From what he'd heard that was a big crime scene.

'Want some pizza?' He asked offering the pizza to Sid and Peyton.

'Thanks Danny.' Sid folded the newspaper under his arm and tucked into the larger than life pizza. But something wasn't right. He could feel it.

'Thanks sweetheart. That should really help our people out.' Lindsay hung her head. This wasn't how she'd expected this day to start – and end.

'And chance of a drink?' She asked, spitefully. Knowing nothing good could come of it. But she did it anyway. It was something uncontrollable that came with anger and rage.

'Not where we're going.' He pulled her to her feet. She screamed as her arm dislodged further and further. She could see Adam watching helplessly. She was dragged across the warehouse and pushed against the car. Lindsay wanted to crumple to the floor and curl into a foetal position. Every breath jarred her ribs. The boot of the car opened and a set of overalls thrust into her hands.

'Put these on.'

'And what if I don't' She retorted.

'You wanna try and find out sweetheart.' She felt the barrel of a shogun in the ball of her back. She glanced at the label. A Gas Company?

'Put it on. Now.' The pressure of the gun was enough of an incentive to pick up the overalls. She had to get through this.

'I said now. We're going to get our drugs back. And your coming with us.'

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