Disclaimer: I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. *places hand on bible* I Katherine Beckett do not own the tv CSINY

A/N: Oooh drama. LOL.

She wasn't sure whether it was the coldness that made her regain consciousness or the stale smell of metallic blood. Lindsay was laid on a dirty mattress in a dark room, a basement perhaps? Small gaps in the floor boards above her allowed thin strips of light into the room. ''Hello?'' She called out, her voice a little groggy. ''Is anybody there?'' She called out as she began to sit up. ''Hello?'' Lindsay called out again, there was no answer. Nobody was there or if there was, they weren't going to answer her. The detective in her took over. She began looking for possible escape routes and as if it was perfectly planned to her advantage there was a trap door, in the ceiling above just large enough for her to climb through. Lindsay climbed the ladder which she had probably, previously been thrown from, to get to the door. It was locked. Lindsay tried to push the door hard, slamming her arms and hands into it with all her strength, but it wasn't budging. On the other side of the door there was a chain and bolts holding it down, serving as a guard not allowing her access?

Meanwhile in Lindsay's apartment back in New York the building was crawling with cops. Mac, Stella, Flack, Jess, Hawkes and Adam had all been called over by Danny. Once he had explained the situation they began looking through her apartment to see if there was any indication that anything like this would happen. Any threatening mails on her voice mail. Any unwanted letters in the post on threatening mails on her laptop. They didn't find anything. Mac had no choice but to inform Danny and the rest of the team that didn't know, why she was returning temporarily to Montana. Danny understood why she had to go, but what he didn't understand was why she didn't tell him. But right now that didn't matter, all that mattered was finding her, and finding her alive. They sweeped the place for any physical or biological evidence they found nothing that indicated anyone else but Lindsay had been in this apartment until they checked the kitchen unit where a photo of her and her father was located. Foreign fingerprints and epithelial were collected and taken back to the lab for testing.

''HELLO?'' She screamed, her voice was now getting raspy since she had been calling for help for so long. Lindsay was claustrophobic, she didn't do too well in confined spaces. ''IS ANYBODY HERE?'' Lindsay yelled again. There was still no answer. She began looking around, searching for anything that would help her escape. There was a loose beam on one of the walls, she'd noticed they were made of wood. Lindsay pulled the beam from the wall, it wasn't hard she was just tired. That was one of the effects of being knocked out. She began ramming the beam into the escape hatch. Every time she swung the beam into the door it sent a shock through her body. And with one final, strong swing one of the bolts had snapped. Lindsay dropped the beam and raced to the door. The gap the beam had produced wasn't big enough for Lindsay's small frame to fit though. She groaned in annoyance. Lindsay climbed down the ladder and kicked one of it's steps in frustration. It snapped revelling the nails that held it together. If there was ever a light bulb moment it was now. After she retrieved the beam again she climbed back up the ladder and opened the small gap in the hatch again. She slid the beam through the gap holding open the small gap. Once she was happy it was in place she made work on the lock with the nails she had just collected.

''I've contacted Bozeman Yellowstone PD, their going to inform us if anyone see's Lindsay in her home town.'' Mac announced to the team in the breakroom. He was informing them on the discussion that he had just had with Detective Joe Maddison when Sheldon walked in with results in his hand.

''I got good news, and I got bad news,'' he said as Danny looked at him.

''Whatcha got Doc?'' He asked, his voice sounded defeated.

''Good news is I got a match on the fingerprints and the DNA collected at Lindsay's apartment. The bad news is who they belong to. They were a match to Shane Casey.'' Sheldon explained. Everyone in the room took in a sharp breath. No one spoke for a moment. It seemed like forever until someone spoke again.

''You sure?'' Stella asked wearily.

''I double checked Stel, Casey is back!''

She'd spent almost an hour fumbling at the lock trying to get it open when her hand slipped and she stabbed herself with the dirty nail. ''Shit,'' she cursed in pain as she dropped the nail and jumped from the ladder holding her hand. Blood was pouring out of the small wound she had just created. ''Damn it.'' Lindsay said as she looked for something to act as a bandage. She knew she was going to regret this, but she ripped a strip of cloth from the dirty mattress she had woken up on and covered it around the wound. It hurt like hell but she wasn't going to let that stop her so she attempted the lock again. After another ten minutes of picking she got it. The lock opened. She was able to lift up the hatch, it was heavy so she had to have a few attempts in opening it before it swung open and she was free. Well. Free of that room at least. This room was dark too, the windows were boarded up so she couldn't see out, there was a little hole in the roof with allowed some light in. There was also a door, adrenaline pumping through her veins without even trying the handle first she kicked down the door. Once it fell she could see outside. ''Holly shit,'' she cursed when she saw the snowy landscape.

A/N 2: Is it any good? Shall I continue?