Chapter Four: Not Alone

"So you know about the fire?" Danny asked as he took a sip of his coffee.

Lindsay nodded. "I remember everything. Stella and I were going to see if Mac was in his office, but he had already evacuated the building. Stella was able to get out of the building, but you and I, we were stuck in that hallway, trapped by the blaze. I remember when that roof fell, being terrified that at any moment I could die. I had screamed out to you Danny, and you, you told me not to worry.

"But I knew that no matter how hard you tried to save me, it would be impossible. You wouldn't be able to put out the fire to get to me. And when another part of the roof fell, I knew that was it. There was no way out of the fire."

After Lindsay had told him of meeting him before, they had decided to go get coffee at Starbucks and talk about if either of them knew what had happened to their old life.

"So, do you have a clue about what might have happened?"

Lindsay shook her head. "You?"

"No, no, but I wish I did." He looked down at his coffee cup, only wishing that if he stared long enough at it, the answer to his questions would be answered and he would be back to living his normal life. Now he didn't believe that this was all a joke, this was real and he was stuck there being clueless about everything. Lindsay's gentle voice distracted him from his thoughts.

"We're going to figure this out, I know we will. Even if it does take a long time, we will find out the truth to what happened." She took his hand in hers, and he was glad for both her comfort and determination. After a moment's silence, Danny spoke up again.

"Have you been to the crime lab lately?"

Lindsay nodded.

"Let me guess, Detective Mayor hurried you out of there at the first look she saw you?"

"No," she replied. "I actually left right when I saw that none of my friends worked there. I was lucky enough to see that both Mac and Stella were performing at that jazz club, so I made sure to attend. And I was also lucky to see you there; I had thought at first that you were like the others, having a different career and all."

"And that's exactly what I thought of you," said Danny.

"Well, great minds think alike, don't they?" Lindsay paused for a moment to look at her coffee, just as he had done earlier. She then asked, "What about Adam, Flack, Hawkes, and Sid? Did you find out about what happened to them?"

"Flack's a police officer and Hawkes is a surgeon. But what happened to Adam and Sid, I don't know."

"It was weird, just waking up suddenly the next day to see that the crime lab hasn't burned down and then finding out that all your friends aren't your friends anymore and that they all work different jobs. Come to think of it, we're probably the only ones who know about the fire, considering the fact that all our friends work different professions."

Danny nodded his agreement. It had been odd to wake up in his apartment that morning to find out that everything changed. But to know that Lindsay knew about the fire was a good thing. He wouldn't be alone in finding the answers to the questions they both had.

"Who is Detective Mayor, anyway?" asked Lindsay with a sip of her coffee.

"Detective first grade CSI investigator," replied Danny. "She has what used to be Mac's office and job. But I'm warning you, if you ever meet her, don't look into her eyes. She could kill with the stare she gives me."

Lindsay laughed. "I'm sure she's not that bad, Danny."

"I don't know," he said with a shrug. "Maybe it's a good thing you didn't meet her."

They soon finished their coffees and left coffee shop. Before they said goodbye to each other and drove home for the night, Lindsay handed Danny a piece of paper, saying, "You can give me a call if you find anything new. I'm sure you already know my phone number, but it's always to have it written down incase you do forget."

Danny nodded. He then ripped the piece of paper in half, pocketed the half that had Lindsay's phone number on it, took a pen out of his jean pocket—he didn't remember having a pen in his pocket, but he was thankful for it at the moment—and gave the paper to Lindsay. "My phone number, incase you had forgotten."

"Thanks," she said. "I'll see you around. Goodnight, Danny."

Again, Danny nodded. "Goodnight to you too, Montana."

Lindsay smiled at his memory of her nickname. She nodded to him one last time and then left for her car. I'm not alone, Danny thought as he opened the door to his car. I've got the person I love most at my side and together we'll figure out what happened.

Sorry for such a short chapter, I promise chapter 5 will be longer! I'll update as soon as possible! And review!