part 12...
Stella's face became flushed with anger as she took in the results of Lindsay's rape kit. The torture that Lindsay must have endured took Stella's breath away. Her heart was caught in her throat, mainly because it took her to the personal Hell she went through with Frankie. When Frankie attacked her, she became a tiger in a cage, ready to pounce on prey given the opportunity. And the opportunity was a'knockin.
"Mac," she said into the speaker of her phone, "I've got the results of Lindsay's rape kit. It's positive for sexual assault."
After a long bout of silence, Mac responded with a sigh, clearly upset with the situation.
"Damn!" Mac, yelled angrily, making the whole lab crew startle in fright over the sudden outburst of their superior.
"Mac," Stella said, calmly, becoming her own voice of reason for Mac.
"I know, I know," Mac said, "I'll calm down. However, I did run the fibers through trace. No DNA match but I do know that the fiber comes from a material of high quality, maybe an Italian suit?"
There was flurry of movement to the side of them and Adam came into their view. He stood there to catch his breath after running through the lab, trying to reach Mac and Stella.
"Guys, I ran the fingerprints that were in Lindsay's apartment and I got a match through AFIS." Adam said, still out of breath.
Mac composed himself before asking: "Who is it?"
The darkness closed in as Danny came into consciousness. He was in his bed, still in his clothes with the sounds of the city still buzzing with excitement. He slowly went to his closet, changed his clothes and headed out of his bedroom door.
He turned the corner near his kitchen and noticed Don sitting on his couch, asleep and snoring loudly.
Damn Don, Danny thought. Is this why the women are running away from you. That was the only light and amusing thought and then the anger returned with all the fury that was before.
He grabbed his keys and headed out the door, with Flack still snoring and the constant strain of him sitting straight up made him flop on the couch, still sleeping.
His only thought was being there for Lindsay when she woke up and that's all that mattered.
Lindsay slowly awoke, groggy. She was sure she didn't pass out again, but her mind was a little fuzzy and she was trying hard to remember.
Her judgment was clouded and then it slowly came to her: she was drugged. She didn't care how she did it, she was going to get out of here and she was going to talk to Danny.
Her second attempt to remove the cover was successful and she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood upright.
She was doing alright when she felt light-headed. Lindsay started to fall, when a strong pair of hands caught her before she could.
It was Danny.
To be continued...