Following week didn't give any solution to the case - no new evidence, and still no suspects. Flack felt guilty, he felt that he hadn't worked hard enough. When he went to Melody's funeral, he didn't have courage to look into Sophia's eyes, but there was no need for that, because Sophia understood it anyway, "Donny, don't worry. Everything will unravel somehow." That was supposed to make him feel better, but everything was still a mess; nothing was like it should be. There was something he hadn't noticed, but what was it?

Lindsay was bored; she didn't have any cases, any evidence to proceed. So she sat on a couch in the break room and in TV was "Inside the Actor's studio," with Hugh Jackman, Lindsay smiled, she was sure that April was watching that. She had a disturbing feeling - it was quiet, too quiet for her liking. She knew that Stella and Sheldon were on crime scene, And Mac was in his office, but she hadn't seen Danny and Don for a while. She didn't like that at all. This didn't mean anything good. She was still watching TV, but someone came in and she looked behind.

For a second she was just staring, mouth wide open, then she burst out laughing she couldn't stop in few second she was rolling on a couch holding her stomach.

"Very funny, Monroe." Flack stepped into the room, covered with pink colour. One drop fell down his nose. Lindsay was barely able to ask, "What happened to you?" and then started laughing again. Flack stepped by the window, then turned around,

"What happened? What happened? Messer, that's what happened."

"How did he do it?"

"I was in department's toilet, when I stepped out from the cabin. There wasn't anyone in the toilet, before I went in there were at least five guys, when I came out there were no-one, it didn't feel strange. I washed my hands and wanted to go out. The door seemed jammed, I didn't suspect anything, but when I pushed it, a bucket of pink color fell down. I think all the departments' cops where out there, I think they had the times of their lives."

"Your captain didn't do anything about it?"

"He was standing there and laughing louder than anyone else, I saw Danny leave and came to find him, but he is hiding." Lindsay bursted out laughing and said silently "Boys."

"I don't understand what is so funny?" he took a step closer to Lindsay.

"It's that you are so cute." She looked at him, and couldn't stop laughing.

"Cute?" Don raised his eyebrows; he stepped closer, took Lindsay's chin between his fingers, and kissed her. That stopped Lindsay's laugh and shocked her. Flack pulled away, "Would cute guy do something like that?" Lindsay looked at his eyes; Don Flack had just kissed her. She couldn't say anything because the break room door opened again and Danny stepped in. Lindsay hoped that he hadn't seen anything, but that was impossible because all the rooms in the lab were from glass. But if he did see anything he didn't show it out. He looked at Flack, "Don, I knew that pink was your color." Flack stared him for a second, "Hey Danny, what would you like have written on your tombstone?"

"He was one crazy, handsome son of a bitch." Danny grinned when he said that.

"Good, now I know what to tell them tomorrow. If I don't have any spare clothes in my locker, you will be dead…twice"

He marched out of the room to the locker-room. On his way down, he saw Mary coming out from one of the labs. She seemed puzzled, but quickly understood what was going on, "Hey Flack, if you wanted some tips in fashion, I would have given you some. But I got to admit, pink suits you very well."

Danny and Lindsay heard some noise and they could swear that it seemed as if someone was locked up in cupboard. A couple of seconds later they heard Flack yelling something.

"What do you think, did it help little, he has been so depressed lately?" Danny scratched his forehead.

"Yeah, I think so. Believe me, after he has changed his clothes, he will sit down behind his desk, and starts blotting an evil plan against you."

"Yeah I know, but that's the best part,"

"What is?"

"The waiting, you know that something is going to hit you, but you don't know what, or when."

"You both are crazy."

"Yeah. But actually I didn't come here to tease Flack, Montana. Sheldon and Stella have a big case and they asked us to process some evidence, what is your preference - sperm or gun?"

"I think I take the gun; I have had enough to do with sperm in one month."

"OK, the gun is waiting you in the lab." Lindsay nodded and took off to the gun lab.


Lindsay had been working less than an hour, when Adam came in.

"Hey, Lindsay! Do you want to take part in a bet?" he yelled at the doorway, Lindsay lifted her head.

"Yeah, but why to you yell from the door?"

"Sorry," he stepped into the lab.

"So what's the bet about?"

"When will Flack have his revenge on Danny?" Lindsay smirked she should have known, when CSI's and homicide detectives, needed something fun or amusing they always put a bet on something and their favourite one was on Danny's and Flack's feud.

"Ok give me the results what others offered."

"Maka put it on two months, Mac five moths, Mary three and half a month, Stella a month, Sheldon in three weeks, Sid four months and I on a week." Lindsay's smirk grew wider, it seemed like Adam didn't know Flack at all, detective had to plan every detail of his revenge, and with a week he couldn't to anything.

"Right, give me statistics."

"Does last four times count?" Lindsay raised her eyebrow, how long had those two guys been up to those tricks, she remembered what Flack had told her about those practical jokes, that they had done those for years.

"Ok, give me the last four."

"Six months, three months, three weeks and a month," Adam was smiling, he had remembered every time since he started working in the lab 3 years ago, Danny had almost the same statistics; those jokes were the breath of fresh air every time they happened.

"I put my money on two moths and a half. How much is in the bet?"

"20 bucks."

"Nice, and how many people you hope to get in the bet?" she was searching the money from her back.

"If I have any luck, fifteen or more."

"Keep it up Adam, I want that money."

"We all do, we all do," Lindsay heard him mutter, when he walked out from the lab, she smiled and shook her head.


Flack had taken his normal position, leaning against the doorframe, and waited till the CSI's would get there. When Lindsay stepped out from the car, she spotted him right away, she felt again his lips, the taste, the smell, everything.

"Hey Montana, where did you go?" that sentence brought her out from the thoughts.

"What?"

"I lost you somewhere, want to share?" Danny took out both of their kits.

"Nothing important lets go."

Lindsay looked coyly at Flack and he saw that, but he quickly looked somewhere else.

"So, Don, I see you have got all the paint off." Danny smirked when he stepped next to him.

"And I can see that you have your head still in your ass."

"Well, I thank you."

"No problem," Lindsay's cough, interrupted their little teasing, both men turned to her with frowns on their faces.

"You know sometimes it's seems like I'm with an old married couple!"

"What!" They both said angrily.

"Nothing, just observation. Now guys didn't we have a case to solve?" Flack and Danny exchanged looks, "We kill her later," they said silently together, Lindsay just rolled her eyes.

"So, tell us about the case."

"Mrs. Keller went looking for her cat, but instead found a naked woman's body from one empty rental apartment, woman is against the wall, face against it."

"So the face isn't visible." Lindsay asked. She suddenly seemed worried, it reminded her something…

"Yeah." it seemed that the boys didn't understand what she had. "The apartment," Flack continued, "Has been out for a rent nearly a year now, it has one room, and the rental fee for it is too high. And before you go there I should mention that the crime scene is vandalized." When they reached to the apartment they saw that Flack was right. The crime scene was a mess. "I take the body." Lindsay and Danny had said at the same time. He turned to face each other.

"Oh boy, not that crap again." Flack rubbed his eyes.

"I'll take the body."

"No, I'll take the body."

"I'll take the body."

"Hell Montana, I'll take the body.

"Hey!" two angry faces turned towards Flack, "Are we back at the kindergarten?"

"You are right," Danny turned back to Lindsay, "We solve this in a mature way. We play scissors, rock, and paper."

"You're on, two out of three." Lindsay put her fist ready. Flack sighed deeply, "Yeah, really mature." He left them and went to talk with Mrs. Keller two apartments down. Seg. Davies was with her.

"Mrs. Keller, I'm detective Flack from the homicide." Woman in her fifties nodded her head, "Can you tell me about what happened today."

"I went grocery shopping; when I came home I left the door opened, because my arms were full. Bella ran out, I went to find her. I saw the 145 door slightly opened, I thought maybe the real estate agent was there and Bella had sneaked into there, when I stepped into the apartment I saw that body, it was awful." Don nodded; he couldn't say anything, but instead he started sneezing and coughing. He knew what was going to happen next.

And he was right, orange cat jumped on his lap. Flack liked cats - he didn't have anything against them- except he was allergic to them. Few straps of fur didn't have affect on him, but that cat against his face had a really bad effect on him. He started coughing more and more, but luckily Mrs. Keller understood that and took Bella from him and carried her to another room. "Thank you." Flack gasped few times for air.

"No problem."

"Where did you find Bella?"

"Ms. Sinclare had her. Apparently Bella had walked into her apartment when she had just opened the door." Flack looked at Davies, "Did you talk to Ms. Sinclare?"

"Yes, she confirms Mrs. Keller's story."

"Last question and we leave you alone. Have you seen or heard anything strange around here?"

"No, everything is as usual."

"Thank you." Flack looked the list of neighbors who hadn't been interviewed yet, and went after them.


In the mean time Danny, who had won the scissors, paper, rock, was examining the body.

"I tell you one thing, Montana; this here is a secondary crime scene."

"Why do you say that?" Lindsay put her camera down and went to take closer look at the body.

"Because she has two stab wounds in her back and there's no blood in the apartment. And the wounds have been cleaned." Lindsay nodded, she hated these kinds of murders, you never knew what kind of a sicko was doing that. She took the camera out and started processing the crime scene again. Danny dusted the ropes before he cut the woman down, as he expected no prints were to be found. He cut her down and turned around, he gasped for air, that wasn't possible.

"Danny, what's wrong?" Lindsay stepped next to Danny.

"That body what's wrong."

"You knew her?"

"Yeah, that's Olivia Brand, Don dated her five years ago."

He couldn't say anything more because Flack footsteps were coming from the hall.

"Call Mac, I try to stop Flack coming in here."

"Don't get killed." Lindsay dialed Mac's number.

"Funny, Montana, funny." He murmured under his breath and stepped in front of the door just a moment before Flack would have stepped into the apartment. He looked at Danny and flapped his notebook, "No-one didn't hear or see anything, so typical." He tried to step into the apartment, but Danny was right in front of his way.

"Donny, what to you think we go and crab something to eat?"

"We have crime scene Danny, or have you forgotten it." Messer stepped in front of him again when Don tried to go past him. "Maybe you want to go back to the department, Montana and I can wrap this up here." Flack frowned, he didn't want to go back to the department; he wanted to see the crime scene again. "No Messer I don't want to go back to department, I don't want to go crab something to eat, I just want to go to the crime scene."

"You can't Donny." Something was terrible wrong, Danny had never stopped him from going to the crime scene, and at work his best friend never called him Donny.

"What the fuck is going on Danny?"

"Nothing, absolutely nothing." Flack buried his blue eyes into Danny's darker blue ones. At that moment Lindsay flipped her phone shut, "Mac is on his way."

"Danny!?" Messer sighted and stepped out of Don's way, when he had head to the body Lindsay stepped next to Danny, "Very smooth, you couldn't have think something better, "Hey do you want to crab something to eat, go back to department." You would have to have the brain in the size of a walnut, just like you do, to not suspect anything."

Danny only frowned at her.

"Holy shit." Flack's whisper made Lindsay step next to him and crab his hand. Young detective turned his blue eyes to her, "Its Olivia," the air around him was confusing, "I hated that bitch, now the only thing I feel is guilt; she was killed because of me."

"Flack…" Lindsay tried to talk to him, but he was so close to collapsing right there.

"I swear when I got the badge that I serve and protect the city and the people who live in it." He looked at the body again.

"Flack…" Lindsay tried again, but it was useless, he was too far.

"How could I serve and protect them when I even can't protect those who I love or once loved." Lindsay wanted to say something, but she was interrupted by Flack's phone. The phone brought him out of the haze where he had fallen; the caller's number wasn't shown. Flack frowned, usually he didn't take that kind of calls, but something told him to answer.

"Detective Flack."

"Hello Flack," the person at the other side of the phone used some kind of machine that changed his voice.

"Who is this?"

"I give you two clues: Melody and Olivia."

"It was you, asshole."

"Of course what did you expect, Santa Claus?" Flack heard only his evil laughter.

"Why are you killing them?"

"I left you a note, near Melody, don't you remember? Revenge is a bitch, like you always liked to say. To you bleed blue Flack?" Change of subject was a surprise to Flack.

"What?"

"I asked you: do you bleed blue. I have been always curious: those NYPD finest bleed blue, but I find it out myself soon, because when I kill you, I can have my answer. And I will kill you and I don't care how you feel about it, because I have a heart of stone." The phone went dead; Flack looked at it as if it could attack him. He knew the last words very well because he had used that farce so many times. "It was him," he looked at Lindsay, Danny and Mac, who had arrived in the middle of the call.

"Goddamnit lets track it," Danny whispered.

"I don't know who it was, because it didn't show the number," he turned to Mac, "Could you ask Zack put a tracking device to my cell."

"Yes, yes of course," Mac nodded, "Don I know it's useless to ask, but are you sure you can handle this case, or to you want me to ask Maka."

"I'm quite sure that I can handle it, I want to get that bastard, no-one threats me and gets away with it."

"Alright, but remember, when you do something stupid I have to suspend you from the case, understand it."

"Absolutely."

"Now, serial killer lose, we have some people to interview. Do we know if anyone has announced her missing."

"Yes," Danny, "Her husband Peter Dail." He looked at Flack who nodded, Lindsay saw that look, she knew there had to be a long story between Flack, Dail, Danny and Olivia. But she decided that it wasn't the right time for that. "Okay, you and Flack go and talk to him. I take the real estate agent." He looked at Flack who flipped his notebook, "Her name is Terry Swan, from Kendell real estates." Mac nodded, "Maybe I go to the lab and take Stella or Hawkes with me, they finished the case they had. Lindsay, can you get the body taken to Sid for processing, I send Stella or Hawkes here to help you." Lindsay nodded and started looking evidences when all three guys had left the apartment.


Another one, I have a nagging feeling that this chapter didn't come out as good as the other. Would you tell me your opinion.