Hello everyone! This is my first fic and I was very nervous to post it, but thanks to all my amazing friends at the D/L board, I have decided to post it on finally! I would love to hear everyone's thoughts :)

Summary: Lindsay's past comes back to haunt her and it's up to the team to help. (Eventual D/L)

Rating: PG+

Spoilers: Up until just before "Run Silent, Run Deep"

Disclaimer: All belong to CBS, except for a couple characters, who are all my own.

Chapter 1

Bloomington, Indiana

She was young and loved to live life to the fullest- and tonight was no exception. Tomorrow she was gone, and tonight was all about fun.

The music was loud and the crowd was large, like any typical bar. She and her friends danced and sang along to their favourite songs. She made sure she brought her camera, to take many random pictures of her night.

"I'm going to miss you so much!" her best friend yelled, making their way to the bar.

"Don't worry; I won't forget you while I'm jetting around Europe!" She replied, laughing. The drinks were really starting to get to her and she was feeling a buzz.

"Well here's to you and your European adventure," her friend said, raising her glass," Be safe and don't do anything-or anyone- I wouldn't do!" she laughed.

"This coming from the girl who picked up at the bar last week!"

"Hey, he was perfectly normal while we were there. Besides, you're more responsible then I am, so I can trust you not to make the same mistake…hopefully." She added, as they both burst out laughing.

It was another hour before she knew she had to go home. She was thankful her flight was late the next afternoon. She hadn't planned on drinking that much, but, as the saying goes, 'When in Rome…' They shared a cab home, with her getting out first.

"I'll call you in a few weeks, ok? Make sure you sleep this off tomorrow, ok?" She said with a laugh, slightly slurring her words

"I will babe, and make sure you remember. I can't believe you are going to be away from a phone for that long. But call me as soon as you get near one! You know I won't stop worrying until I know you are safe and surrounded by hunky boys, ok?"

"I will, now go home! I love ya!"

She shut the cab door, and waved goodbye. Amazed she could still walk relatively straight in her heels, she walked into her apartment building.

After struggling with her key, she managed to get into her apartment. She threw her keys and purse on her table. She hastily threw her shoes off, leaving them where they dropped. Her face was burning, so she headed towards the bathroom. She left the light off, and bent down to wash her face.

When she looked in the mirror, she realized she was not alone.

It all happened so fast. Before she could get a scream out, he covered her mouth with his hand. His other arm went around her waist. She began flailing her legs around, pushing back against him. He hadn't been expecting this, and flew back against the door, trying to maintain his grip on her. She managed to push him back again, and he lost his balance, bringing her down with him. Momentarily loosing his grip, she knew this would be her only opportunity. She scrambled to her feet and ran into the hall. The effects of the alcohol still present and the sheer shock of the situation caused her to tumble into the wall. She began running down the hall, but he was too quick. He had crawled out of the bathroom and grabbed her ankle. She fell hard.

He managed to pin her arms behind her. She began to scream, but was quickly silenced with a rag, packed full of chloroform. She was out in seconds.

Pleased with the silence that now filled the apartment, he went to his plan. He tied up her legs, and then put her in a trunk that he had added air holes to earlier. He made sure it was closed securely, and propped it on the dolly he would use to transport it. On his way out, he made sure to grab her purse, and hid it in his jacket. He knew its contents would come in handy.

He put the trunk in the back of his van. After entering the front seat, he adjusted his mirror, so he had a perfect view of the back. And then he was off.

Almost 12 hours later, he entered New York City.

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It was the start of another shift for Danny Messer and his fellow CSI's. Danny was with Flack, where a body was found in an alley. He was stabbed in the chest, and had bled out. There was no blood pool to be found, which was odd to say the least. It was a lousy neighbourhood, so he had probably been dead for more then a day.

"A man lies dead, and no one knows anything about it. Stuff like this happens way too much around here." Danny was frustrated to say the least. No witnesses had come forward, and the person who called it in was no where to be found.

"Yeah, well not everyone shares our sense of "what's right and what's wrong" around here." Flack replied. "I've tried to question a dozen people, no one knows a thing."

"Typical," Danny muttered. "Any idea who this guy is?"

"No I.D., but I did find this," Flack held up his gloved hand, where he held a hotel room key card. "Says Beatrice Hotel. Luckily there's only one in the city. Called the hotel, found the room was registered to a Larry Silverton. Checked in two days ago, from Chicago."

"The windy city," said Hawkes, who just arrived at the scene. "I've always wanted to go there."

"After we solve this, we'll book the tickets." joked Danny.

Hawkes laughed, "Well then let's get started."

They processed the scene and the body. With minimal evidence found, they had to wonder if this was their primary crime scene, or if Mr. Silverton had been murdered somewhere else.

"He appears to have bled to death," said Hawkes. "But there's barely any blood here."

"Dump job," Danny thought out loud.

Hawkes took the evidence back to the lab to start processing, while Danny and Flack went to the hotel. Soon they were outside the door, which had a "Do Not Disturb" sign on it. After knocking a few times, the manager opened the door, and then stepped aside. Guns drawn, they headed into the room.

It was like any other hotel room. The curtains were drawn and the room was dark. After clearing the room, Danny opened the curtains.

"I see nothing too out of the ordinary." Flack said, scanning the room. He headed into the bathroom.

Danny looked around. It was clean, the beds were made. It was as if no one had ever slept here. He knew that there would be hundreds of prints in the room, most useless. He took out his kit, and searched for anything that might be useful.

After finding a few fibres, which would probably lead to nothing, he opened a drawer by the TV and noticed an envelope. He put on his gloves and opened it to see the contents.

Pictures fell out. Only they weren't of their dead body.

"What the hell?"

"What is it?" Flack asked.

Danny said nothing, instead spreading the pictures out on the table. Flack came out and looked down.

The look on their faces said it all. In front of them laid many candid shots of someone they both knew.

Lindsay Monroe.

A/N: Reviews would be lovely, and I appreciate any feedback. I have all the chapters but the last one finished, so I plan to have one up a day (I can't promise this weekend though, I am super, super busy :P So the next one will probably be up Sunday night or Monday).