KiPpiEj - You jumped from mid season 3 to season 4? That is confusing! That being said, I jump around with episodes all the time, so I can't talk!

Aphina - you did what I do and worked too hard! I hope you feel better!! Woo hoo! I am going to convert all to the DL pairing... at least mine anyway. lol. Sometimes I think I'm really cruel to Taylor. But it makes me laugh, so I'll keep being mean.

Thoren - I am trying again to be regular... why does that statement sound so wrong (:P) It kills me not to update, and it kills me even more not to be able to write - mainly because my brain won't switch off

RK9 - I think I would have too - I'm far too impatient. However, if it got me in the crime lab, I'd stick it out! No Nixon twins, don't worry! (:s) Christmas presents? How about some... fish? Or maybe a double chapter update for Chrstmas?

sparkyCSI - There are three this season I like so far, and whilst there's one I'm going to use in a few chapters time, I'm trying to refrain from using them until they're shown in a few more countries!

demolished-soul - Oh, you have just reminded me that I have a zillion loads of laundry that needs doing (:c). Nope, no reason - just me being exceptionally mean to Taylor!

meadow567 - I'm going to have it mentioned in this chapter, but I was bored writing a courtroom, so I figured people would be bored reading it. Lol, thanks for reading!

I think this is the final chapter with spoilers for SOOH. Again, this was a chapter which played out differently in my head - at least the 'smuttiness' was removed, never to be shown to the world. Although I have left some fluff in it... Anyhoos, big thanks to my beta, sparkyCSI!!

What The Eyes Can't See

Chapter 142: And as the cold wind blows across the graveyard I think I hear the voice of my old friend whisper in my ear

'Maddy!' Taylor bellowed, the second she slipped into the locker room. Maddy appeared as she was opening Stella's locker (she'd told Taylor there were some towels and a couple of overalls in there she could borrow as she'd left).

'Chi-'

Taylor whirled. 'No.'

Maddy cocked her head. 'No, what?'

'No – I don't want any excuses. Was it really necessary to send me across the country for that? Could I not have been drenched in Montana?'

Maddy pursed her lips and then shrugged. 'We figured Danny and Lindsay needed some alone time.'

The urge for stabbing someone had returned with a vengeance. 'What?' Taylor demanded.

'It was Aiden's idea,' Maddy whined, feeling surprisingly uncomfortable from the glare Taylor was sending her, considering she was dead.

Opposite her, Taylor was clenching her fists open and closed. 'Maddy,' she said in a strained voice through clenched teeth. She took a breath. 'Unless I am still needed this evening, I suggest that I have no more dead visitors. Otherwise I shall be buying a Dustbuster.'

'What's a Dustbuster?' Maddy asked suspiciously.

'A handheld vacuum cleaner' Taylor snapped. 'And don't think that I won't.'

Maddy cocked her head once more, and then nodded, disappearing.

Suddenly aware of how cold the room got when the dead visited (she was still wet, after all), Taylor hurriedly stripped out of the wet clothes, dried herself off, and climbed into the itchy, all in one overalls.

Feeling slightly more relaxed – the slapping noise her clothes made as they were hurled against the door had been somewhat therapeutic – she sank onto the bench and pulled out her phone. Which didn't help her mood as either the water or the fling against the wall – or both – had been enough to cause it to stop working.

Begrudgingly, she headed to Danny and Lindsay's office and sat down, picking up the phone and calling Lindsay. She answered on the second ring, very confused as to why her office was calling her.

'Hey Linds,' Taylor sighed.

'Taylor?'

'Yeah. It's probably better that you don't ask. I just wanted to know how today went?'

'It's all over,' Lindsay told her – Taylor could hear the relief in her voice.

'What happened?'

'It took the jury thirty eight minutes to come to a decision. He's been sent to Deer Lodge.'

'Why does that sound like a holiday camp?' Taylor asked.

Lindsay laughed. 'Hardly. It's where they send prisoners on death row. He's getting the needle.'

Taylor sat back into Lindsay's chair with a heavy thud. 'Wow. Did you get an answer?'

'An answer to what?' Lindsay asked.

Taylor sighed patiently. 'A reason,' she elaborated. 'You know – why he did it.'

'What makes you think I needed one?'

Taylor rolled her eyes. 'Do I really need to explain that one?'

Lindsay sighed. 'There wasn't one.' She paused. 'Well… Ryan had cut him off in the parking lot – stole his parking space. The others had laughed. He snapped and followed them with a gun.'

Taylor frowned. 'But why didn't he shoot you?' Taylor winced at the questioned she blurted out.

On the other end of the phone, Lindsay let out a hollow laugh. 'He ran out of bullets. The reason he didn't shoot me was because he ran out of bullets.'

Slowly the laughter turned to wracking sobs. 'Lindsay?' Taylor asked, tentatively.

'I'm sorry, I know I should feel relieved at the fact he's finally been brought to justice, but I don't. I just feel frustrated. My friends were killed because he was a-'

Lindsay was cut off by Danny – Taylor wasn't quite sure what he said, but Lindsay sniffed, thanked Taylor for calling and rung off.

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'You sure you want to do this?' Danny asked, looking over at Lindsay who was staring through the steering wheel of her car.

Lindsay looked over and nodded.

'I can come with you if you want?' Danny asked her, unsure as to whether or not he was pressing too much.

Lindsay gave him a grateful smile as she shook her head. Silently, she took a breath and stepped out of the car. A mere handful of minutes later, she was standing in front of a row of graves she hadn't visited in a long time.

'Hi guys,' she muttered, her eyes lingering over each of the names. Emma, Phil, Megan… Ryan. She walked over to his and knelt down in front of it.

'Sorry I haven't been to visit,' she said, talking to the tombstone. She knelt there for a while, having a silent conversation with the ghosts of her past. Finally, she pulled something out of her pocket. It was her wedding ring. 'I'm letting you go,' she whispered, pushing the gold band into the earth. 'I love you, and I always will, Ryan. Goodbye.' She kissed her fingers and pressed them against the cold black marble.

Feeling like a small weight had been lifted, she turned and walked back to the car, sliding back into the driver's seat, where Danny was staring patiently at her. 'You alright?' he asked her.

Lindsay smiled at him, started the car and turned the radio on. As the intro to Hermes House Band's Take Me Home Country Roads began playing, she turned and looked at him. 'I will be.' She turned the radio up and pulled away.

Danny glanced at her. 'I have got to wean you off the country music.

A short ride later, and although Danny would never admit it, he was enjoying one of the songs on the radio and was a little disappointed when they pulled up outside Lindsay's. He followed Lindsay out of the car and up onto the porch.

'Danny,' she started, stopping suddenly and turning around. 'Thank you for flying out here.'

Danny blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. 'It's nothing.'

'It wasn't,' Lindsay corrected him. 'It means a lot to me that you came.'

Danny placed his hands gently on her shoulders, squaring up to her. 'Just because we broke up doesn't mean I stopped caring.'

Lindsay swallowed. 'You mean that?'

Danny nodded.

Lindsay took a deep breath. 'I never stopped either. I just… well, you found out today what I had going on.'

'You could have told me, you know.'

'I know, and I know I should have,' she told him. 'But I… push… people,' she said, struggling to find the words. 'I thought Ryan and I would be together forever, but happily ever afters don't happen, and I-'

'They do,' Danny told her, cutting her off.

'What do?' Lindsay questioned with a frown.

'Happily ever afters.'

Lindsay gave him a smile. 'We'll see.'

Danny let out an exasperated sigh. And kissed her. When he finally broke away, he pressed his forehead against hers. 'They do,' he repeated. 'And if you tell anyone I'm a closet hopeless romantic, I will have to kill you.'

Lindsay bit her lip, knowing as she voiced the words, she probably shouldn't have if she wanted to stay in that moment. 'What about Nixon?'

Danny bit his lip and stepped back. 'You're right. I'll tell her when we get back. I'm afraid you're going to have to wait until then for your fairy tale ending.'

'You think we could start again?' Lindsay asked hesitantly. 'Keep things slow?'

Danny nodded. 'I think we can manage that.'

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Taylor sighed and rooted around for her keys in the bottom of her purse. She was exhausted and a melancholic mood had set over her. Finally, she located them and unlocked her door. Yawning, she stepped into her apartment, shut the door, and was about to fling her bag down when she stopped.

There were candles. Everywhere.

'What on earth?' she muttered, blinking in disbelief. In every direction she turned, candles of all shapes and sizes littered the surfaces. She made her way to the solitary rose on the hallway's telephone stand and picked it up.

She nearly dropped it when a pair of arms enveloped her from behind.

'I was expecting you back a while ago,' Flack muttered into her hair.

Taylor whirled around in his arms, suddenly feeling shy – like a schoolgirl on her first date. 'What did I do?' The panic set in, plummeting to her stomach like a stone. 'Have I forgotten something?' she asked wracking her brains for any important date. Her eyes widened. 'Six months?'

Flack smiled. 'Actually, it's closer to seven. So we both forgot that one. This wasn't for anything other than to say I missed you. Plus I still owe you.'

Taylor arched her eyebrows. 'Owe me for what?'

'For being such a jerk,' he told her in between nibbling her neck, whilst deftly shedding her of her jacket.

As she let out an involuntary gasp, Flack stopped. 'You don't have to stop,' she told him.

'You're wearing Stella's overall,' he responded.

Taylor stared at him. 'I can lose them pretty quickly,' she pointed out.

Flack just smiled. 'Follow me.' He led her to her bedroom. It too was bathed in a warm light created by candles littering everywhere – even the corners of her room.

'Don?' Taylor gasped.

'Shhhh,' he told her, leading her through the bedroom to her small bathroom. Inside, it too was full of candles, as well as Taylor's portable CD player which was playing what sounded like a Howie Day CD. Flack walked over to the tub and turned off the taps which had been gushing water.

Taylor looked longingly at the tub, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes.

'Are you going to stare at it, or are you going to get in?' Flack asked her, already in the process of shedding his clothes.

Taylor didn't need to be told twice. Within seconds, she was climbing into the tub with him. 'How did you know?' she moaned, leaning back against him.

With his cheek pressed against hers, Taylor could feel him smile. 'Because.'

'That's not an answer,' Taylor muttered.

It took Flack fifteen minutes before the cramp began to set in and he began trying to discreetly wiggle his leg.

Taylor poked an eye open. 'Is that your not-so subtle way of telling me you're done relaxing?'

'No, your tub's too small,' he winced.

'Ever thought you're too big?' Taylor responded, watching the water begin to lap dangerously close to the edge of the bath.

'Ah!' Flack yelled, leaping up, disturbing Taylor, and sending a tidal wave crashing onto the floor, extinguishing half the candles in the room, plunging them into almost total darkness.

There was a crash followed simultaneously by Flack's yelp in pain. Any of the candles that had managed to survive the bathwater tsunami certainly didn't survive Flack sending them flying. It was probably only the fact that the bathroom was drenched which stopped it setting alight.

'Don?' Taylor asked in alarm, jumping out of the tub, catching her foot on his, and then falling on him with a loud 'oomph!'

'Fancy meeting you down here,' Flack laughed.

Taylor rolled her eyes before smirking. 'I can think of something we can be doing down here.'

Flack cleared his throat and slid her off him, climbing to his feet. 'Maybe later,' he told her nonchalantly. 'Why don't you get dressed?' He opened the door and strode out into the lit bedroom, where he quickly pulled on a pair of boxers and a vest.

Both pouting and frowning at the same time, Taylor padded out to the bedroom, pulling a robe around her, and headed for the drawer filled with her nightwear. She pulled the drawer open, cocking her head, as she tried to decide between very conservative – warm and fluffy with little penguins, or a skimpy nightgown which left very little to the imagination.

With an evil grin, she opted for the skimpy. That would show him.

My muses are being evil - they want to write anything but the next chapters! Oh well!

That is unimportant. What I did want to say is thank you for reading - I've had a look at the stats and I really didn't know that there was so many of you out there! You've certainly made my day!!