Set in The Lying Game right after Mac sees Lindsay and Stella in his office.

I walked into the locker room to empty out my locker. There was no telling how long I will need to be in Montana and they may need to reassign my locker to someone else. Besides, no matter what I wrote to Danny in my note, and no matter what I told Stella and Mac, I’m not certain that I will be returning to New York. I haven’t lived in one place for more than two years since I was sixteen. Yeah, before I stayed in Montana, but now that I’ve made the jump to New York California is looking really good.

Its not that I’m not happy in New York, but the last time I made connections like I’m making now, four of my friends died. I lay my head against the locker and sighed. God I’m screwed up. Even with this so called “closure” of arresting the monster that did this I’m still haunted. I heard someone walk into the lockers and I jumped up and continued emptying my locker.

“What are you doing?” I heard Mac say. I turned to look at him and replied, “I’m just emptying it in case you need to…” Mac interrupted and said, “Cut the crap Lindsay, I talked to all your old bosses, want to know what they said, ‘she’s a great cop, her only problem, she doesn’t stick around. She’ll stay for a year or two, and then she’ll book it.’ I thought maybe they were exaggerating. Guess I was wrong.” I looked him in the eyes, trying not to turn away and said, “That’s not what happens.” He looked me in the eye as well and said, “Tell me.” I looked away and said “Mac, I just, I just can’t.” He glared at me and grabbed my hand. I was shocked, Mac Taylor doesn’t touch people.

He pulled me along into his office and closed all the blinds. I just stood there. Kind of in shock, this couldn’t be Mac Taylor. He finished and turned to look at me. “Alright Monroe, I want answers and you’re not in a sharing mood so were just going to stay here until I know what I want to know. Why are you leaving?” He…he…he just called me Monroe! I glared at him, marched up to him, standing toe to toe and said “Why should you care?”

I admit that in my head standing up to Mac Taylor was a lot easier than actually doing it. I mean, yeah him glaring at me, totally hot. But him yelling at me, not so much. Not that I’m in love him or anything, I mean he is one of the finest male specimens in this whole freaking lab but really I can’t afford to fall in love.

I stopped listening to him once he got around to the “I really wish you would just trust us.” I’ve heard all this before, many, many times. I stopped him and told him just that. He wasn’t crazy about me interrupting. I told him, quite loudly, that he could just mind his own damn business and leave me alone, that I wouldn’t be needing my locker anymore because I had no intention of returning after the trial and that he could kiss my ass. In that order too.

In hindsight telling my boss to kiss my ass most likely was not the best idea I’ve ever had. Although it’s not like he’s going to be my boss much longer anyway so what does it matter? I’m at my apartment now, packing all of my stuff up. I imagine that news of my uh resignation has reached the entire lab now. I didn’t exactly do it quietly. Mac was still fuming when I stormed out of his office, almost running into the lab rats that had been eavesdropping. Although that was practically what I had been reduced to in the weeks before my announcement of my trip, now resignation.

I contacted the crime lab in LA when I got home, but they had no positions open. So they referred me to the FBI, to a man named Don Epps. He is supposedly one of the best, and even though I’m not exactly thrilled at working for the FBI he said that should my background check come through and if his superiors okay it, I would have the position. He told me roughly what had caused the opening on his team. One of their own had been a spy for the Chinese. I almost cried for him, nothing could be worse than learning that a guy you trusted to cover your ass is as good as a terrorist.