This was originally tagged onto the last chapter but it was getting a little long so I decided to chop it.

One more chapter after this. I think.

Stella kept talking but Lindsay wasn't listening.

"I'm going to kill him," she muttered, "Kill him and leave him very, very dead."

She began digging in her case for a little makeup bag that she kept in there for emergencies. Once she found it, she pulled out a bottle of concealer and a make up sponge.

"I don't think that will do it. Here," Stella offered, holding out a coloured cloth scarf from her coat pocket, "I had this on earlier."

Lindsay took it from her with a thanks, and looped it round her neck, effectively covering up the bite mark. Double checking the coverage with the mirror. Standing, she took out her phone and hit speed dial.

"Speed dial 2," Stella remarked as Lindsay took a couple of step away from her, "Must be more serious than I thought."

Over on the other side of the crime scene, Flack stood beside the young woman who was being treated by the paramedics for shock and other minor injuries. She had refused to go to hospital to get checked out but had allowed someone to look over the scrapes and cuts she had.

It was easier for him to get her statement from her here. It saved him a trip to the hospital but he really thought she should have gone. The paramedics where able to deal with the minor things, but there would have been people at the hospital trained to deal with the emotional side of the trauma she had faced.

When his phone rang he excused himself. Cocking an eyebrow at the name displayed on the screen, knowing that if it was about the case then she would just walk the short distance across to him.

"Hey," he answered.

"You're a dead man."

"Hello to you too." He smiled at Hawkes who came over towards him after checking out the assailants escape route.

"I mean it," Lindsay said, turning further away from Stella who was desperately trying to listen in. "Do you have any idea what you did to my shoulder?"

Flack frowned in confusion, "Your shoulder?" he asked. Sensing the tone of the conversation, Hawkes turned and walked a little bit away to give Flack some privacy.

"Yeah," Lindsay scoffed even as a smile began to creep its way onto her face as she imagined his confusion. "I've got a really impressive bite mark."

"A bite…oh," he said, his mind having caught up. A faint blush tinted his cheeks, "I got a bit distracted." A full on smirk now on his face, "Pun intended."

"You're a bad man, Detective." He smiled

"Detective?" she heard Stella gasp. Lindsay turned, the other CSI had managed to sneak up behind her.

"Just the way you like it, hun," Flack replied as Lindsay tried to distance herself even further from Stella. The woman was nothing, but persistant.

"Well…next time you feel the need to mark me in someway, can you do it somewhere where an inquisitive CSI might not spot."

"Stella?" he asked.

"Uh huh. She's standing here trying to develop physic powers to work out who I'm speaking to."

"She's determined," he agreed, taking a look in the direction she was in.

"She's annoying." Lindsay said shooting a glare at her college, and Stella gave her an innocent 'who me?' look.

Flack laughed, as much as he hated it at the moment, he was going to have to get back to work. "You gonna to be finished anytime soon?"

"Thinking about picking up where we left off?"

"If you play your cards right."

Lindsay snorted at his analogy. "The last time we played cards, I had to down to your boxers before I'd even had to remove a single piece of my own clothing."

"You owe me a rematch though, things might could be different next time round."

"Let me know when you finish, and I'm come and get you, ok?"

"I shouldn't be that long." she said as she watched Stella take a few more photos, her college having giving up on her task of eavesdropping and gone back to the job she was paid for. At least for now.

"Last time you said that Linds, you didn't go home for two days." He quietly reminded her.

"I know, but Stella and Hawkes should be able to manage all the trace. They are the ones on tonight."

There was some commotion then behind Flack, as the witness began a loud shouting match, first with the paramedics and then Hawkes, who had gone over to see if he could be of any help.

Lindsay looked up the alleyway, "You'd better go."

"Yeah," he said distractedly, "I'll see you later, ok?"

"I'll call."

He shot a quick glance to where Hawkes was now trying to deal with the hysterical woman, and lowered his voice. "Love you."

He could hear her smile. "I love you to."