A/N: Here you go the 20th chapter. There will be three chapters more, because the 21. chapter became to long and I had to halve it but the end is near. I have gotten only one answer to my questions, hurry people, the time is ticking and as soon as I put up the 21 chapter you can't play anymore. Here is the 20th, the one I think you all have been waiting for.
The sun was shining throw the glass walls of the lab, it wasn't as bright as it had been in spring and summer, but it still hurt eyes, so Flack tried to stay in the darker halls. It was week before Christmas; he had been back in work almost three weeks. The first week had been hell because as soon as he stepped into the station Hammerback and Hawkes had cornered his captain and demanded that he would be put at desk job for a week. He had already a little plan how to get his revenge to the good Doctors. But that was not all, almost everyone had tip-toed around him, like he would break like a China doll, worrying that if he was alright, if he felt good etc. Only ones who had treated him normal were Lindsay, Danny and Mary. Lindsay knew how he felt, he had ranted about it too much. And Danny had been wounded himself few years ago and knew exactly the feeling. But Mary had been the one who had surprised him the most, the lab tech had known that Don needed her to be the same sarcastical and cynical has she always been.
"I know Flack that playing a door is fun but you should move sometime so that people can come in and out." Mary's laughing voice brought him out from his thoughts.
"But what's the fun in moving. You know how many interesting and useful words I learned when I played a door when I was a kid." Flack chuckled stepping into the room.
"You're still a big kid and I have heard your very vivid vocabulary."
"It's only small part you have heard."
"But that is enough, you can even make sailor blush."
"Then my job is done. Did you found anything form the knife from the crime scene?"
"Yes, I found a partial fingerprint. I just running it trough the computer. Why isn't Danny pestering me about it?"
"He is processing the other evidence from the crime scene."
"Don't lie to me Flack. I know he has already processed the evidence. He just doesn't have the balls to face me." Mary raised his right eyebrow
"Oh he got the balls but he didn't have the mood to come and have his ego crushed again."
"That big baby."
"Why don't you give the guy a break and go out with him?" Flack settled himself comfortably against the table. He had already heard everything about Mary and Danny's bickering from Adam, Kendall and Lindsay.
"I know I'm mean, but I just want to see him crawl. He gets all the women just snapping his fingers. If he really wants to date me, then he must go thru more trouble with it." Mary leaned against the table beside him.
"You're not mean; it's just a smart woman's brain working. You have him almost cornered."
"I know. By the way, where is Lindsay?"
"She has the day off. And I think right now she is at home sulking, because no one else has day off and she wants to go Christmas shopping."
"Is she crazy, it's a week before Christmas and she wants to go shopping? I did my shopping two weeks ago."
"She has half done, she has been telling me for a week how she wants the other half done this week. But today she has no one to go with, she must stay home."
Mary looked at him, "You're still afraid that that crack job wants Lindsay?"
"I'm sure of it. He wants revenge for something I did to him and Lindsay is the final phase."
"You still don't have any idea who he is or what you did?"
"No not a clue." At that moment the computer peeped telling them that it found a match.
Flack smirked when he saw the answer, "Well Stella was right, it was a crime of passion."
Danny threw a water bottle to Don; they were sitting in Mac's office.
"So, the wife did it?" Hawkes asked.
"Yeah, she discovered that the victim cheated on her. When her husband came home she took the kitchen knife and stabbed him six times."
"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." Danny declared.
"You should know." Mumbled Mac at his desk same time writing something.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Danny asked with confusion. Mac looked at Flack and Hawkes and they started laughing.
"I don't know, if I were you, Danny, I'd watch my back. Mary is still mad at you for locking her in the cupboard last week." Sheldon laughed.
"I can handle Mary, but it's not me who should look my back." He made a face at Flack, "I had to ride an ice-cream truck for a week. For you Don, I'll think out something even more horrible."
"Oh no! I'm scared. Has Adam opened the pool again?"
"Yes." Mac and Sheldon said in unison.
"Damn it, I hope Lindsay doesn't win this one."
"Why?" Danny looked him, he thought that Flack enjoyed when Lindsay had won 600$.
"Because that means, she knows you to well." that statement made Mac's office fill with laughter that was interrupted by Flacks phone ringing.
"Speak of the devil." He smirked when caller ID flashed on the screen, "Bored already, Angel?"
"Do you always, answer you phone like that, Flack" Don's heart went cold; the voice on the other side was one that had hunted his dreams.
"How did you get that phone, fucker?" Flack tone and words got the attention of Danny, Sheldon and Mac.
"One pretty lady dropped it, when I grabbed her. I don't understand how could you let her go Christmas shopping with out protection?"
"Put a trace on Lindsay's phone." Mac muttered to Sheldon who ran out do to so.
"Where is she, you son of a bitch."
"No need to insult my mother Flack. Here's the deal. I know you are already tracing the phone; if you find it you find the first clue. The scavenger hunt begins; Hurry! the price is Lindsay Monroe. I'm not a patient man, if you take too long you'll find her dead just like the rest. Oh and Flack! Come alone."
„I will kill you, when I find you." But no answer came, the only thing that Flack heard was street voices, "he dropped the phone." He said to Mac and Danny.
Sheldon bolt in to the office, "We got the position."
"Let's go!" Mac's order got them all moving.
As she came too, her mind was foggy and she had a headache. The last thing she remembered was that she stepped out from the shop and that the smell, chloroform, it hit her like comet from the space. Lindsay opened her eyes; she was in a dark room the lamp right above her shined so bright that it made her eyes hurt. Her hands were tied behind the chair and feet against the chairs legs. Monroe felt like she was in very bad horror movie, where someone always got killed and usually it was the victim.
Somewhere above her door opened and footsteps came down the stairs. So she was in a basement, her brain decided. The CSI training kicked in as she started working thru her memories of what she had seen or heard.
"Look who finally woke up!" Lindsay knew that voice; she had heard it before but where.
"Who are you? What to you want from me?"
Maniacal laugh rang throughout the room, "What do I want from you? It's simple and I think you already know. But if you want I can spell it out to you. I want revenge and do you know how I going to achieve it?"
Lindsay didn't say anything but she suspected.
"You're smarter than the other three, I think you know. But let me tell you anyway. I going to kill you in front of Flack and after that I'm going to kill him."
"Flack won't come here, he isn't a fool." She heard the maniacal laugh again as he circled around the lighted area, never showing his face, sometimes Lindsay could see his foot or hand but there were no identifying marks on them.
"We are all fools in love."
He was intelligent, "Quoting Jane Austen, I didn't know, that your kind of psycho reads such a classic."
"You have taken lesson from Flack about bitching." Something in that sentence felt familiar, but she couldn't place it.
"I don't need Don to teach me how do show someone like you to his place."
"And I thought you to be a sweet girl."
"Flack may call me an angel, but actually I'm devil incarnate."
"Aren't we full of ourselves?"
"Look who's talking. You didn't answer my question, who the hell are you?"
"I'm your worst nightmare, Ms Monroe." And he stepped into the light.
Flack didn't know how calm himself, the tough cop, who has done and seen everything, couldn't calm himself to save his girl. He started drumming with his fingers.
"Stop it Don, you must stay calm for Lindsay." Mac turned to the next street; he had taken Flacks car keys knowing that the young detective couldn't drive in the condition he was.
"Mac he has Lindsay, I can't calm down."
"Flack if you can't calm down, then I stop on the next street corner and put you down there."
Don knew that Mac would to as he threatened. He started to reach to the glove compartment, then stopped, he hadn't done it in months. But he felt the urge to have one smoke; he opened the compartment and took out a pack of Marlboro Flavor Plus. He had left fifteen smokes, he grabbed one. Don didn't remember how long he had had the pack, but he didn't even care what would happen to him even if the pack was two years old. When the car stopped, before the ally where Lindsay's phone signal came, he lighted the cigarette.
"You know that could kill you." Was only comment he got from anyone.
"Secure the area," Mac ordered, "look anything what seems suspicious and out of the place."
The CSI's walked into the ally; Flack finished the smoke out side the ally he didn't want to contaminate the scene. He saw how Hawkes examined Lindsay's cell. Others were processing the scene in the back of the ally. Don saw something sticking out beneath the dumpster, he stepped closer and dragged Lindsay's purse out, "I found her purse." Danny took it from him and looked it thru, "There is nothing out of ordinary here."
Flack wanted to yell; the bastard didn't make it easy for them, and if they didn't hurry Lindsay was going to die all because of him. Twenty minutes passed when Mac approached Don, "We haven't found anything, are you sure that he said you'd find a clue here."
"Yes he said: "I know you are already tracing the phone; if you find it you find the first clue." It must be here."
"I found a ring." Danny showed it to Mac.
"Where was it?" Mac examined it closer.
"Under a rock, it was put there so someone wouldn't find it, before he didn't look closer." Flack looked the ring on Mac's hand, he went pale as he recognized the ring.
