Danny pulled the truck across from the crime scene. He quickly unbuckled and opened the door. Lindsay unbuckled herself and reached under the seat. She pulled out the vest and passed on to Danny. Danny looked at it and then looked up at Lindsay.

"It's better than nothing." Lindsay said.

Danny nodded and took the vest. "Thanks."

"I'll meet you on the scene." Lindsay said.

"Alright. Be careful." Danny replied. He tossed her the keys and shut the door.

Lindsay pulled on her vest and adjusted the straps. She kneeled on the seat and turned back to the next seat. She grabbed her kit and pulled it up. As Lindsay turned around, she caught sight of a black car. The black car was an identical match to the one she saw at the diner. Lindsay watched as the taillight was removed and the barrel of an M14 poked out.

Lindsay climbed into the drivers' seat and started the car. She threw it in reverse and stomped the gas. She heard the wheels skid on the ground as she lurched with the car. The rear of the truck collided with the rear of the Sentra, causing the shooter to fire off above the crowd. Lindsay could hear the metal to metal contact, followed by the cries of startled pedestrians. Lindsay watched from the rear mirror as the driver bolted form the car. Lindsay jumped out of the truck and pulled out her gun. Across the street, several more officers ran toward her. Danny and Flack leading the way.

"Monroe, what the hell are you thinking?" Flack demanded.

Lindsay grabbed the barrel of the rifle and jerked it from the hand of the shooter. She set it on the back of the truck. "The driver's on the run!"

Flack and Danny took off in the direction Lindsay had pointed it. It didn't take them long to know they had lost him. They returned quickly as the tuck was opened. Inside was a teenage boy supporting a large gash to his forehead. The officers quickly pulled him from the trunk and dragged him to EMS.

"Nice catch, Monroe." Flack said.

Lindsay exhaled deeply and placed her gun back into her holster. "Driver got away?"

Flack nodded. "But with his partner in custody, we'll get him sooner."

"I don't think that's his partner. That kid was scared to death." Lindsay said.

"He just got rear ended by a police truck, I doubt he'd be anything but, Montana." Danny said.

Lindsay shook her head. "That's not what I mean. I didn't see him actually relax until he was out of the trunk, like he was forced into this somehow."

Danny nodded slowly. "Our shooter might be a victim as well."

"Is that even possible?" Flack asked.

Lindsay shrugged. "If given the right motivation, I'd say it's possible."

"Which could mean," Danny smiled. "that he might be more than willin' to give our mastermind away."

Flack smiled. "I like your thinking' Messer. I'll go see him right now."

Danny nudged Lindsay's shoulder. "You process the car."

"You think you can handle the other by yourself?" Lindsay teased.

"Oh yeah…and for the record, that's comin' outta your pay for the truck Monroe." Danny replied.

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i love women drivers. note: this isn't the worst i'm doing to Lindsay. it's to come. next chaps short, but oh so ner wracking.

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