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'' When you aren't by my side I'm lost without you. My heart is so lonely…''
''Mrs Casey? Can you hear me?'' The paramedic asked the woman laid on the snowy ground. ''She's conscious, we need to take her in would you like to ride with her sir?'' He asked the man stood pacing next to her.
''Yeah, I would.'' He replied, the coldness in the mans tone made the paramedic curious but he didn't think to ask. He loaded her into the bus and the man –her husband?- got in with them.
''What's her name sir?'' Asked the paramedic.
''It's Lindsay, and my name is Ian. We just got married…'' Ian Casey said to the paramedic as he helped tuck the foil and blanket around her. He brushed her shoulder-length brown hair out of her pale face. The paramedic nodded and wrote her name down with a description of her to go into their systems when they got to the hospital.
''Congrats sir, we'll be taking her to…'' He started but Ian cut him off
''I'll be taking her home, you have severed your purpose,'' Ian stated as he pulled out Lindsay's sig saucer and shot the paramedic. Ian watched the life drain out of his eyes while Lindsay just laid their motionless, she wasn't sure whether it was real or not so she decided it was best to stay still. That didn't last for long when Ian opened the doors of the bus and dragged her and the stretcher out and pushed it back to where she had just escaped from. The hell hole.
''911 what's your emergency?'' The operator asked in a plain voice.
''There's an ambulance, and a dead paramedic, send help'' begged an unknown man, fear present in his voice.
''Sir is there anyone else there?'' Asked the operator, her voice was calm.
''No the gurney is gone too hurry, please!'' The man pleaded.
Detectives Mac Taylor, Stella Bonersera and Don Flack walked into the crime scene, they didn't really know why they had been called there since all fresh cases were to be given to another team. They met with Homicide Detective Maura Raley who had called them saying it was urgent and required immediate assistance. The sudden snow storm that battered New York all the way up to Marine had taken everyone by surprise. The team weren't dressed for this occasion and they were freezing.
''Detective Raley?'' Mac asked as he shook the womans warm hand.
''Yeah, call me Maura. God you're freezing. Detective Taylor I presume from the New York crime lab?'' Detective Raley asked as she smiled at the man.
''Yeah, Mac Taylor and these are Detectives Stella Bonersera,'' Stella shook her hand. ''And Don Flack,'' Don shook Mauras hand also. ''Why did you call us here?
''That is why I called you down here, I took this case while I was talking to my brother, Kevin Raley. His a Lab Tech in your building, anyway he was telling me about your missing csi. He told me what she looked like and for me to keep my eyes open. Anyway I come to this scene and while my CSU team is looking in the ambulance they come across some papers that say approximately 50 minutes ago a young woman was collected by this bus.'' Maura explained Mac had a feeling he and the others knew where she was going with this. Maura handed the piece of paper over to them, ''this sound like your girl?'' She asked.
'Aprox 5ft 5 short/medium brown hair age 29...' Mac and Stella read the sheet while Flack took a look inside the bus. 'Named by husband on scene as Mrs Lindsay Casey.' As they read the last part they both took in a sharp breath. Flack noticed this and turned around quick.
''Flack, whose the first person you think of when I say, approximatly 5ft 5 with short to medium brown hair and she's aged 29?'' Stella asked the man who was walking towards them.
''Lindsay! It's Lindsay,'' Flack said knowingly.
''Or do you mean Mrs Lindsay Casey?'' Mac said as he threw the sheet down on the floor.
''Son of a bitch told the guy they were married. Wait. This couldn't be Shane, he's in lock up back in Manhatten…'' Flack's deminer changed rapidly as Casey's words replayed over in his head. ''You can't blame me, or my brother.'' Flack sound out loud.
This caused both Stella and Mac's heads to snap up and look at him, confusion written clear on their faces. ''Flack?'' Stella asked.
''That's what Casey said when you took Danny out Mac, when I asked what he meant he lawyered up…''
''Ian Casey died in Sing Sing back in 2011?'' Mac questioned, he remembered seeing the file pass his desk one time a few years back.
''Sure did, well that's what I heard. I'll get Angell to call Sing Sing to see what they can tell us,'' Flack said as he walked back to his unit and called Angell. He updated her on the situation.
''Stella and I are going to head back to the Lab and inform Danny, you alright to stay here and see if anything pops?'' Mac asked Flack as they walked over to him.
''Yeah sure, tell Mess we're gonna figure this out.'' Flack said as he watched them get into their car.
Danny hadn't moved all night, he was still sat in his office he shared with Lindsay. Her computer was still logged on, she must of forgotten to log out before she left. Every time he got an email her computer pinged too. He got up and sat in her seat. He sat there for a minute or two. Danny looked at the photos in the photo frames placed on her desk, one was of her father and her, one was of her when she was younger with all her friends and another was of her and Danny. He sighed when he looked at that one. That was the day they found a song that they both liked and had it on repeat all day, bugging everyone who was near their office. Danny smiled at the memory. Mindlessly he put the song on and found listening to it on repeat. The words described Lindsay so much, maybe that was why he liked it.
'She's a yellow pair of running shoes, a holey pair of jeans. She looks great in cheap sunglasses she looks great in anything. She's I want a piece of chocolate, take me to a movie. She's I can't find a thing to wear, now and then she's moody. She's a sedan with a sunroof, with her brown hair a blowing she's a soft place to land and a good feeling knowing. She's a warm conversation that I wouldn't miss for nothing, she's a fighter when she's mad and she's a lover when she's loving and she's… everything I ever wanted. Everything I need. I talk about her I'd go on and on and on. Cause she's everything to me.'
Danny found himself getting lost in the words. He just sat in her seat miming the words. Smiling, remembering the good times and all the banter they shared. His eyes focused on the photo of them too. He began rocking in her chair, the smell of her perfume still lingered in the air. He liked that. He mindlessly started singing along with the song, unaware Stella and Mac were stood at the door. His singing wasn't loud, but they could hear him.
''She's the voice I'd love to hear, someday when I'm ninety. She's that wooden rocking chair, I want rocking right beside me. Every day that passes I only love her more, guess she's the one that I'd lay down my own life for. And she's everything I ever wanted. Everything I need. I'd talk about her I'd go on and on and on. Cause she's everything to me… everything I ever wanted…everything I need…yeah she's everything to me…'' Danny got quitter and quitter towards the end. The song they loved made tears form in his eyes, the song ended. It was about to start again when Mac cleared his throat to announce their presence. Danny was surprised, not embarrassed. He didn't care. ''Whatcha got Mac?'' He asked as he swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat.
''We got a call couple of hours ago about a homicide in Staten Island.'' Mac began, Stella jabbed him with her elbow when she saw Danny's face fall. He had taken it the wrong way.
''She's…?''Danny asked he felt as if his heart had stopped.
''God no, I'm sorry Danny I didn't realize how that sounded. No. Well. Anyway I'll carry on. We got there and it was a paramedic, he'd been shot. Adam is running the bullet to see if he can find a match. However, we were called because the paramedic was attending to a woman who fit Lindsay's description. When we arrived the gurney was missing and there was no one else there just the dead EMS officer. There was a piece of paper on the floor with Lindsay's description written on it however the name… it said Mrs Lindsay Casey.'' Mac said carefully, he saw the emotion in Danny's eyes change from guilt to anger. ''We can only assume its Lindsay but why she has Casey's name is unclear since Shane's been down in lock up. I know this seems strange but what can you tell me about Ian Casey. Shane's older brother?'' Mac asked the young man, his emotion changed again. Confused. Danny was confused. Ian was dead… wasn't he?
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