Capture In The Cold

Disclaimer- I own nothing! Although I wouldn't mind a piece of Danny!

Part One- Capture in the Cold

Cold.

That's all Lindsey Monroe could process. Course, it being near Christmas, why wouldn't it be cold in New York City?

Opening her dark brown eyes slowly, it took a few moments from everything to come into view. Her head pounded uncomfortably, and she winced, wishing she had some aspirin right then.

Then memories started to flood back it. She was at a crime scene with Danny and Stella. Murder victim had been shot at least five times, maybe more. She remembered how she'd forgotten to grab her kit, and went to retrieve it. Then a hand closed over her mouth, and something smashed into the back of her head. Then only darkness.

Looking around frantically, she knew she was alone. The room was dimly lit, only showing a table, chair, and that she was on a bed. The shadows swallowed everything else.

She felt panic well up in her, and struggled to get out of her bonds. Instead, the ropes just cut deeply into her skin, and she hissed sharply in pain. Sitting up was a difficult feat, considering she had a pounding headache, was tied up, and the bed was really soft. She wouldn't mind going back to sleep; get some relief from the pain.

"So you're awake, Princess."

Lindsey jumped at the sound of a low voice. She bit by a cry of surprise when the figure of a man came from the darker of the shadows. She moved back to press herself against the wall behind her.

"Don't bother tryin' to escape, Princess. I don't wanna have t' shoot ya." he said, walking forward to run a finger down her cheek, "Don't want a pretty thing like you t' get to hurt."

Lindsey recoiled from his touch. He wore a balaclava, so all she could see were piercing blue eyes. It made her stomach churn to look at them, but she didn't let him see her weakness.

I will not panic, I will not panic, she thought to herself desperately.

He chuckled, and she knew he was smiling under the mask, "Don't worry Princess, I'll take good care of ya. Until I grow tired."

"What do you want with me?" she asked, trying not let the fear show in her voice.

His eyes narrowed, and he swiftly back handed her so that she collapsed on the bed. He roughly grabbed her hand, and turned her head to meet her eyes.

"You will not question me, Princess. But if you must know, I killed her." he said, a manic gleam in his eye, "That girl, Allison. I shot her. Six times. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. And guess what Princess?" he paused dramatically, "I'm going to do that for you."

Lindsey could help but shudder, and pressed herself more firmly against the wall. She bit her bottom lip, and when he turned away to slink out the door and locked it, she tasted the coppery taste of blood as it ran down from her lips.

She was kidnapped.

And she was going to get shot.

"Oh my god…" she breathed, before passing out.

-A Few Hours Earlier-

"Hey Danny?" asked Stella, pulling back her brown curls to keep them from her face, "Where's Lindsey?"

The detective shrugged, peering through the camera lens as he snapped a few pictures of blood drops.

"I think she forgot her kit, and went back to the car to get it." he said.

"It's been a few minutes; do mind going to check on her?" replied Stella.

Danny nodded, and stood up. Heading over to the car, he cocked his head at the sight of the back door open. Lindsey's kit sat in the backseat, untouched. Looking around, he noticed the tracks in the light layer of snow. The small footprints of Montana going to the door. Another, much larger set approaching. Lots of movement right in front of the door, and light drag marks away from the car.

Danny's blood ran cold.

Lindsey was gone.

"Damn it!" he swore, and pulled out his phone, hitting Lindsey's speed dial.

"Hi this is Lindsey, unfortunately I can't come to the phone right now, so leave your name, number, and a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can"

"Montana, it's me Danny. Give me a call when you can." and Danny hung up, biting his lip.

Running carefully back to Stella, he explained the situation to Stella. The woman went pale, and nodded.

"I'll tell Flack." she said, and Danny took a shaky breath.

Mac ran his hand over his face in slight frustration. He looked over at Danny, who was pacing back and forth making imprints in the floor, he suspected. Standing up, he put a friendly hand on his friend's shoulder.

"Danny, we'll find her, she is okay." he said calmly.

Danny nodded, not really hearing the words. Mac frowned, and answered his phone when it suddenly went off.

"Taylor. Yeah. You sure? Alright." he hung up and looked at Danny, "That blood they found in front of the car is a match to Lindsey's DNA."

Danny's face fell, and his hands balled up into fists, "Anything else that can help us?"

"Not at this moment. They found a few hairs, and a set of prints. They're checking them now." Mac replied.

Danny nodded again, and looked at Mac. Mac gave him a sympathetic look.

"Listen Danny, don't stress over it. Go try and get some sleep now. I'll call you if we find out anything." his boss finally said.

But as Danny went home, he knew he wouldn't get any sleep. At least, not for long. All his thoughts were wrapped around his Montana.

A/N: I know this is short, but would you rather a short and well written part, or a long, drawn out, sucky one? I think the answer is obvious. Please read and review!