part 9...
The blood seeped out of the wound and down Danny's arm and puddled on the pavement. He looked down at the cut and wood-splintered hand but did nothing to stop the bleeding, nothing. The pain was a release and a constant reminder of how he felt, open and oozing pain and sorrow.
Danny walked a block or two, when the flashing sign of a bar called his attention. If he couldn't be with Lindsay right now, drowning his soul with vodka would work just fine. He would be numb and maybe, just maybe, he would pass out and never wake up again.
At the hospital...
Mac gathered Lindsay's clothes and rape kit and walked up to Stella watching Lindsay at the window.
"Stell, she's a tough girl, she'll be alright," Mac said, "She's a great CSI, a wonderful detective, and she'll fight to find this guy."
"I know, Mac." Stella said, looking at the floor.
"I've got a cop coming over to watch Lindsay so nothing happens to her, le'ts get this evidence back to the lab." Mac explained.
With that, Mac put his arm around Stella's shoulders and exited out the double doors.
Danny went in the entrance of the bar, looking around at the scenery. Women with short skirts sauntering around like wildcats and the men who were enjoying the view, were all over the place. A fight broke out in the corner and normally Danny would have stopped the fight but not tonight. Not tonight.
He took a seat and the bar and asked for a vodka, straight up. He downed one and asked the bartender for another. He wished he could drink away his soul, but he couldn't do that, there was still Lindsay. He was going to find the souless man who would do this to her and there would be no turning back.
to be continued...