AUTHOR'S NOTE: This fic was originally intended as a Danny-Lindsay moment but I'll open the opportunity for a multi-chapter story. I think the storyline might have potential.

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Abby Gelman swirled the wine in her glass as she sat in a moderately crowded bar. She looks at her watch then looks at the front door.

She takes a sip from her wine as the front door opens. In walks Lindsay Monroe, who on a regular day would be wearing a sweater, a pair of pants, and lagging an aluminum kit, but today she was wearing an orange shirt and a pair of jeans. No aluminum kit.

When Lindsay saw Abby from across the room, her face lit up.

"Omigod!" Abby squealed --- as quietly as she could, though, but enough for Lindsay to hear.

Lindsay approached her a gave her a hug. "How have you been?" Lindsay asked.

"Really good" Abby said. She notices the shield clipped on Lindsay's belt. "Lyn Monroe, a cop. Who would've known?"

Lindsay sat across her and waved for the waiter. "Yeah, everybody thought I'd be marrying Johnny Orson and raising three girls in the suburbs".

"Johnny Orson's a minister" Abby said.

"And you think I'm full of surprises" Lindsay said. "What brings you in town?"

"Book tour" Abby said, producing a book she had been cradling on her lap. "Brought you an autographed copy".

"So it's true" Lindsay said, as she reached for the book and started to leaf through the pages. "You ARE Carol Delaney".

"I've been using that pen name for years" Abby said.

The waiter arrives and Lindsay asks for a rum coke. "I read one of your books. Suspense Thrillers, huh. I thought you're the romance novel type"

Abby just smiled. "I am, but it's just more fun if there's gunfire or an exploding car involved"

Lindsay reads the book title. "Cross Country".

"Montana's not that fun to write" Abby said. "I went all around the country looking for good places to write about. Brought me to Vegas, Florida, Texas, Washington D.C."

"And New York" Lindsay said.

"I was here a couple of times last year. But I didn't know you were reassigned. Your sister talked to my sister and that's how I found out" Abby said.

"And now here we are." Lindsay said. Her rum coke arrives, she takes a sip.

As Lindsay was about to put down her glass, she hears five loud "clunks" on the floor. In seconds, the bar was filled with gas --- sleeping gas.

Lindsay reached for Abby's hand as she tried her best to look for the door. Too late. Abby was already unconscious.

A few seconds later, Lindsay drops on the floor.