In the crime lab Lindsay was busy processing some of the evidence she had collected from Maddie's clothes and from the DNA traces she had found under her nails. Although she'd been drugged she had at least attempted to put up a fight. She printed off the test results and examined them just as Danny walked in.

'Got anything good?' He asked with a smile as he saw his wife's confused look.

'I examined the DNA found under Maddie's fingernails and cross-referenced it with a stray drop of blood I found on her shirt; they don't match and the drop of blood from the shirt isn't Maddie's.' She explained, which resulted in Danny's face contorting into the same confused look.

'So what, our rapist has suddenly started working with a partner?' He replied.

'Or maybe it was the person who found her? I'm running it through CODIS now, and Adam is working on the 911 call to see if we can locate our anonymous caller.' She suggested.

'I can't imagine what Jo must be going through right now, or Maddie for that matter. Did you know she had another daughter?' He asked her in hushed tones.

'She sort of mentioned it once. Biologically Maddie is her niece, but she adopted her after her mother died when Maddie was little.' She filled in for him.

-CSI: NY-

At the hospital Maddie was now awake and sat up in bed. She still felt rather drowsy as a result of whatever drug she'd been given by her attacker and from the sedative the doctor gave her; but she was determined to tell Mac what happened. Jo was sat beside her holding her hand supportively. She'd asked if Maddie would rather speak to Mac on her own, but she wanted her mom there for support.

Mac set up the video camera to record the interview before he began. Although he had done hundreds of these types of interviews in the past, this time it was very different because this time it was for Jo as well as Maddie.

'OK Maddie I want you to take your time and talk us through what happened. You can stop at any time if you need to; just let me know and we can take a break alright?' Mac said softly as Maddie nodded her head. 'Can you talk us through what happened last night?'

Maddie shifted in the bed, the best she could, to make herself more comfortable, wincing in pain as she did so. Mac wasn't convinced that she was ready to talk about the incident, but as she began to talk he admired her courage.

'I was out with a few friends celebrating Lori's birthday. We'd decided to go to The Den first of all, then we moved to Riley's and finally to Duo. I don't really drink so I'd only had a couple of glasses of wine with our meal earlier on, and then I was on soft drinks for the rest of the night.' She explained slowly.

'What was it you were drinking?' Mac asked as he also took some notes.

'Lemon, lime and bitters…also known as a long vodka but minus the vodka.' Maddie added with a small smile when she saw a slightly confused look on Mac's face.

'So what happened next?' He responded, also with a slight smile.

'Well we'd been in the bar for almost an hour when I began to feel unwell. The room felt stifling hot and my head started to hurt so I thought I'd grab some fresh air. I didn't think there was anything wrong because I'm just getting over a chest infection, so I kinda figured I'd just over done it a bit.' Maddie explained before breaking off.

Jo's heart felt to be breaking as she looked at Maddie and watched her struggling to come to terms with what had happened. She watched as Maddie looked away from them and looked up towards the ceiling, trying to push her tears back.

'Sweetie you don't have to do this now if you don't want to.' Jo said softly as Maddie gripped her hand tightly.

'I'm OK, I have to do this.' She replied before continuing. 'When I got outside I felt even worse, like my body wasn't my own any more. I took a few more steps before I fell to the ground, I must have blacked out then because I don't really remember much about what happened next. I do remember coming round slightly and trying to fight him off; I scratched his neck to try and get some DNA, in fact I tried to get a fist full.' Her latter comment made both Mac and Jo smile.

'Did you get a look at him?' Jo asked her, forgetting that she was supposed to be keeping silent.

'Not really; he kept his hoody up which helped shield his face. When I came round and tried to fight him off he pulled out a knife and held it against my throat. It was not your average knife though, so I can describe that. It looked like a combat knife rather than a hunting knife, as the serrated edge was slightly different. It had quite a long handle to it which I think was either red or brown, and it had like fine twine around the very top.' She explained in great detail, impressed by the fact she had remembered so much about it, but cursing herself for not getting a better look at her attacker.

'Is there anyone you can think of that you may have met who may have done this? Anyone who was acting suspicious at all?' Mac asked.

'No not really. We met some really nice Australian guys who bought us a round of drinks, but it wasn't one of them because the guy had a Philly accent, not Australian.' Maddie replied as she remembered a significant detail.

'You mean this guy spoke to you?' Jo said quickly as she realised that this was the first time that a victim remembered something so accurately.

'He kept rambling about how all women are whores and how we should take our punishment like good girls.' Maddie replied before becoming upset again.

'OK Maddie I think that's enough for just now.' Mac said as he walked over to the camera and switched it off. 'I'll come back later to see how you're doing and to give you an update if we have anything, but call us if there's anything else you remember.'

'Mom I don't want you to leave me.' Maddie said as she gripped Jo's arm, afraid that she was going to go with Mac.

'Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere.' Jo replied as she gripped Maddie's hand to comfort her.

Mac left the room and headed back to the crime lab. Jo was glad to get some time alone with her daughter, who had drifted off to sleep once more. She sat in the armchair next to her and watched her sleeping peacefully, reminding her of when she was a child.