Amber Silence

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Chapter 7: The Amber Silence

Lindsay watched him breathe faintly into the inhaler mask and her grip tightened, along with her anxiety. She began to breathe heavily and she watched him die in her hands. The medical doctors worked furiously and as quickly as they could have. She wanted him to squeeze her hand back, although she barely felt a pulse. She closed her eyes slowly and tear drops fell silently down her face. She didn't cry furiously, but she cried with real depression and sorrow. She watched as her watch ticked away along with his time.

"Danny, please…give me a sign that you're still there," Lindsay breathed.

Danny lay motionless beneath her grasp and she held his hand tightly and felt him. He was cold. This wasn't an illusion, it wasn't a mirage, it wasn't a nightmare. It was real. Danny didn't even stir when she spoke those words. She waited and waited for a sign…but it never seemed to have come.

"His heart's failing!" shouted a paramedic.

"Must be the blood loss!" shouted another.

"Give me the chargers!"

Someone pushed Lindsay back and she felt herself slide against the ambulance walls. The emergency team had quickly opened his shirt and pressed the chargers against his muscular body. Lindsay could see the stab wound through him and wanted to scream. She watched as the team tried to revive his heartbeat.

"Clear!"

"CLEAR!"

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"What do you mean?" Flack asked Dr. Hawkes.

"Look, the blood trail from Danny starts there…its been there for at least a full day. He was bleeding for an entire day, even though it might not have been fatal…he should have grown greatly weak," Hawkes concluded.

"And?"

"Well, these recently puddles of blood are at an enormous size and considering that he shouldn't even have any strength left…Why is Danny so strong, I mean, I have never seen someone with a huge amount of blood loss be able to take a stab through his hand and another in his back," Hawkes said amazed.

"Well, I guess that's just Danny's ability we have to question…" Flack said with a smile. "I know he'll be all right."

Flack then heard a ticking sound that he hadn't heard in many months. He rushed over to Rose's dead body and removed her jacket. He leaped back in astonishment as he saw the one thing that had landed him in a coma before. A bomb. Hawkes rushed over and his eyes grew wide.

"Holy crap, that thing's gonna blow in a few minutes, Hawkes!" Flack shouted. "We need to get everyone as far away as possible!"

"Wait! I still need to get a few samples from the crime scene first," Hawkes said calmly. "Get everyone away, I'll take samples, hurry!" shouted Hawkes.

The detective within the police force hurried away. The ticking was haunting him of that time he had nearly died. He couldn't understand why Hawkes was being so irrational, although he is the medical doctor. Flack just couldn't stand the horrible sound of the bomb again. He hurried and rushed everyone out.

"Got it!" shouted a familiar doctor.

The building behind him grew into flames and Hawkes was pushed up and off the ground. His forensics kit flew into Flack's hands and Hawkes then fell onto the concrete ground. Flack dropped the kit and ran forward. Mac and Stella rushed forward with Flack and moved Hawkes onto his back. He had a huge scratch on his arm although it was nothing fatal. He smiled as Flack slapped him across the face.

"Don't ever try something like that again!" shouted Flack.

"Hehe, gotcha," Sheldon said with a grin. "Won't do anything like that again. I just got the evidence that shows Lindsay is innocent. Just in case the attorneys for Sonny might say it was murder."

Stella smiled and so did Mac. Flack sighed and then got Hawkes to his feet. The entire CSI crew headed towards the car in emergency to go to the hospital to see Danny and Lindsay. Mac was proud of everyone in his team for doing everything possible to help each other.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm pretty sick of bombs now…" Mac said to the rest of his team.

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Lindsay had fallen asleep outside Danny's room. He was out of surgery and he was still resting inside. The doctors said he would be in a coma for a while. Lindsay didn't want to leave his side until he was better. With a warm touch, she immediately awoke seeing the rest of the CSI team standing before her.

"Hm? Oh hi," she tried to say casually.

"So how's he doing?" Stella asked.

"Doctors say that there is a possibility he won't wake from his coma and if he does, he could be paralyzed. The stab to the back had hurt his spinal cord a bit. But otherwise, he could wake up and he could be fine," Lindsay said trying to hold back tears.

"Optimism is the key," Stella reminded her team.

Lindsay nodded slowly and Mac sat right beside her. Mac nodded to the rest of the team. Flack, Stella, and Hawkes then left the room leaving Mac and Lindsay on the bench. Lindsay had really felt like crying, although she had done too much of that lately. Mac knew that everyone had wanted to stay with Danny, although he thought it was best if only Lindsay were there. Mac put a comforting arm around her and she leaned into him.

"I know you love him Lindsay," Mac said after a long silence.

"Well I don't-" she started angrily.

"No, you don't need to say it," Mac pressed on. "I'm not going to be your boss right now, but a comforting friend. I want to know what had happened in that estate and why Danny had so many wounds over his body while you barely had a scratch. I'm sorry, I know this is a hard time, but I need to know."

Lindsay started to speak slowly and carefully, not allowing Mac to say anything. She had just wanted to tell her story and not stop, because if she had, it would be a lot harder to start over again. Danny had saved her multiple times and it wasn't a friend or co worker thing… It was much more than that. Finally, she finished where Danny fell into her bloody hands unconscious and dying…

"I see…" Mac said after a strained silence.

"But why, Mac?" Lindsay cried. "Why did he risk his life to save me? It would have been all right if I had a scratch, but he wouldn't even let that, happen! He would rather kill himself than a hurtful wound to me. Why? I ask myself over and over again. Why? I want to understand everything, Mac! I want to, but it never happens!"

"Sometimes bad things happen to good people…" Mac echoed his words from before.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be crying," Lindsay tried to say with a forced smile.

Mac hugged her deeply like he had to Danny once his brother was dying. She cried over his shoulder and her tears flowed away… Lindsay didn't want to be hurt like she was in Montana, but she was smothered in a spell of horrible luck and danger. The time had passed and finally, she wanted to stop being her weak self. She sat up and held Mac's hand.

"I'm all right now. Thanks Mac," she said.

"If you want to talk or anything, just give me a call…" he said softly.

Mac left the room with his shoes giving a sad tone as he left. Lindsay then walked into Danny Messer's room and looked at his hand.

"Why?" she echoed again.

She rested her head on his hand and her tears silently fell onto his bed sheets. He wasn't moving and he wasn't responding. He was in a coma. He wasn't going to wake up. Although still, Lindsay did not give up. She then whispered closely into his ears.

"Call my name if you can hear me…Please Danny."

He stirred…and faced the white light…

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"Hey Danny! Fetch be a soda won'tcha?" an older kid not more than 17 or so.

"Sure thing bro," the 15 year old Danny said gladly.

Danny and his brother were enjoying a nice summer in the city. He and Danny were hanging out in the front yard tossing a baseball around. Danny always beat his brother in baseball and it didn't really matter. Louie had always been there for him. Danny couldn't be happier. Although unfortunately, a police car drove up with a siren.

"Hey! You Louie and Danny Messer?" the police officer asked them.

"Yeah," Danny said tonelessly.

It had been the fourth time the police had stopped near their house to question them. It was without a doubt, a pain in the ass.

"Yeah, are you sure you have no affiliation with the Tanglewood gang?" he asked.

"No, Detective Taylor," Louie answered loudly and confidently. "by the way, you are pretty young to be a police officer."

"Yeah, working my way to the marines. Now I'm questioning you one more time Messer, the Tanglewood gang can put you in more trouble than you can even imagine, Louie. You too Daniel," Mac said.

"I don't see that happening," Danny laughed.

Mac left, giving future warning to Danny. He didn't buy it for a second. He only appreciated the time with him and his brother. He just laughed in Mac's face and didn't even know that he would be his boss someday. The older Danny stared into his own memories at the foolish kid he was. The young Danny just then drank his soda and Sonny Sassone drove by. Danny really respected the guy… It never occurred to him that he would someday ruin his life.

Maybe I want to die. Danny thought.

He had always wanted to spend his days with his brother. The times were young and they were good in New York. Danny Messer wanted to be trapped in these times forever… Until he heard a voice calling out to him.

Call my name if you can hear me, Danny…

Danny looked in front of him. The CSI team was standing before him smiling and laughing happily with him as the center of attention. He looked behind him and he saw his brother, Louie and him hanging out and having good times. He looked before him and saw Lindsay reaching her hand out to him. He looked behind him and his brother was there patting his shoulder. Why did he have to choose between them? Danny then wanted to stay with his brother. Louie was in a coma and Danny knew that it was hard to wake up from that.

"I'm sorry, Montana. I'm gonna stay here with my bro, where times and good and things were so less complicated," Danny said softly.

Lindsay's hair drooped over in front of her face and she began to cry softly. Danny looked back and Louie had disappeared. He wasn't there. Even if he had died, Danny wouldn't know if he was going to see him or not. But he looked before him and Montana's beautiful smiling face would be there… Not her crying her heart out. He chose the path to look forward, he chose the path to see her face again.

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"Hey…Montana?" a hoarse voice said softly.

"Wha?" Lindsay said groggily.

She bolted awake, hearing the sound of his voice. He was lying in the hospital bed looking back into her eyes. Danny was smiling at her, then put on the broken glasses that were at his bedside. Her face came into clear focus and he couldn't have been happier. Lindsay almost died of happiness at that point. She clasped her hand to her mouth, with the other still clutching his hand.

"Danny? This isn't a dream is it?" Lindsay cried with a note of happiness.

"Hey, Lindsay. Thanks for stayin' with me," Danny said. "My hand…"

It was wrapped in a bloody bandage although he had looked at it quizzically. Lindsay let go of his hand and he looked at it. It had hurt terribly, although he didn't know where it had come from…

"How much do you remember of…" Lindsay started.

"Not much…" Danny admitted. "A knife, a gunshot, tears, a siren, then you."

"So you don't remember what you did for me in Sonny's estate?" Lindsay asked.

"I think it can come to me…" Danny said as he racked his brains.

Lindsay couldn't hold it in any longer. She wrapped her arms around him, and even though it had hurt him, Danny stopped messages of pain to his brain. He hugged the girl back and she cried onto his shoulder. She was scared and afraid, but now she was confident and there for him. They were tears of happiness, not sadness. Finally, Danny pulled away from her only to see her brown curls and joyful smile.

"Oh Danny…" she said softly. "You still had another time to say that… And I need to say it now…"

"You don't need to," Danny answered back. "It doesn't need words."

Danny lifted his head up and kissed her passionately. Lindsay fell into his spell and her eyes closed softly. She held her hands around his head and he did so back to her. They kissed each other with such pleasure and happiness that nothing else in the world mattered anymore. Neither Lindsay nor Danny wanted the moment to end. The silence had ended. The amber of the moment shone through the glass like beautiful sun rays.

Whatever I had done…It was enough for her to love me? What did I do in that estate? I wish I could remember.

Thank you Lindsay

Author's Note: Yay, finally finally finished! This is for all those DL fans out there like me. Thank you all for those support and comments you gave me. You rule!