Danny was on his way out the door, when his cell phone started ringing. He had already pulled a double and was not in the mood, but answered anyways.
"Ya?" Danny answered not caring that his boss was on the other end.
"Danny, I hate to do this to you, but we are swamped. Stella and I have a double homicide on broad-way. I have you and Lindsay on a murder on 87th street. You know I wouldn't ask Danny." Mac too sounded tired so Danny didn't bother protesting.
"Ya, I know. Where am I going?" Danny said reaching for a pen. Mac gave Danny the details, and he hung up and Danny went to his truck.
When Danny got to the crime scene, Lindsay was already inside. There was only one uniform cop there, Danny gave him a nod and went under the tape and into the apartment.
"Hey Montana. What do we got?" he said putting his kit down and putting on a pair of gloves.
"One victim, cop said he cleared the scene. Lots of blood though, looks like he was tortured." Lindsay said while swabbing some blood.
"Alright, have you looked around the apartment?"
"No, not really. Just this room, we are still waiting on the M.E." Lindsay said as she continued her work, not looking up at Danny.
"Today just doesn't seem to want to end, does it? I'm going to check out the apartment."
Lindsay gave Danny a nod as he took out his flashlight and starting walking out of the room to the rest of the apartment. Danny moved to turn the lights on in the living room and nothing happened so he yelled over his shoulder back to Lindsay, "Hey Montana. Have you tried the lights out here yet?"
"No uniform said there was no power to the rest of the apartment."
"Hmm, that's odd." Danny said to himself as he walked around the exterior of the room with his flashlight.
He noticed a small cabinet in the back corner of the room, as he got closer he noticed bloodstains on the carpet in front of it. Danny kneeled down in front to get a closer look it looked as though they were gravitational drops. Danny stood up and stepped closer to the cabinet, as he reached up to open the door, it flew open hitting him in the face.
"Ahh!!" Danny yelled as he was pushed to the ground. As he looked up he saw a man covered in blood yielding a knife. The man reached down and grabbed Danny by the shirt and pulled him up in one quick motion and threw him against the wall. The man was a lot stronger then Danny and didn't give him many chances to protect himself.
"MONTANA CALL FOR BACK-UP!" Danny yelled and the man pushed his body weight on Danny, and pushed the knife hard into Danny side. "JESUS… AHH!"
Danny tried desperately to get the attacker off of him, the man continued to jab the knife into Danny stomach, after four stab wounds Danny heard someone yelling.
"DROP YOUR WEAPON, NOW!" The man stepped back from Danny but did not drop him; instead he put his arm around Danny neck and pulled his back tight against the front of himself using Danny as a shield, he had the knife tight to his throat to make sure he wouldn't move. Lindsay and the uniform had both guns pointed at the man's head.
"There is only one way out for you. DROP YOUR WEAPON!" Lindsay screamed, as she watched Danny's eyes flicker. Lindsay moved her flashlight down to Danny side, where she saw his blood flowing down his side.
"What the hell are you doing in my house? HUM? EVER THINK OF THAT? THIS IS MY HOUSE YOUR INTRUDERS I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT TO!!" The man's eyes were glossed over. It was obvious that he was on some kind of hallucinating drug that was making him paranoid.
"Danny just hold-on, okay?" Danny was feeling weaker by the second. It wasn't helping having this man's arm pressing on his windpipe.
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to drop the knife, and let him go. There is only one way out for you. Just drop the knife and let him go. Can you do that for me?" Lindsay said as she stepped closer to where they were standing. "Come on, how about I put my gun away, that way we can talk. Just let him go. I promise we won't let anything happen to you. Okay? How about it?" Lindsay said as she put her gun away, and slowly stepped toward Danny.
"How about you shut the hell up? HOW DOES THAT SOUND? HMM?" He was backing up as Lindsay came closer. Danny began to cough, as his grip got tighter.
"LET ME GO YOU SON OF A BITCH!! I SWEAR TO GOD!" Danny said in a panicked voice as he could feel the pressure in his side increasing.
"Hey now, that's no way to talk to a man who is holding your life in his hands! IS IT?" The man said as he pushed the knife into Danny's throat just hard enough to break the surface. Danny let a single tear run down his face as he squinted his eyes shut, the pain in his body becoming to unbearable.
"Okay, what do you want me to do? What?" Lindsay said, realizing that the situation was getting critical. "Just let him go and we can work something out, okay? You just have to let him go." Lindsay said stepping closer to them.
"I swear to god, bitch. Back the hell up. This is the second time someone has barged into my home tonight, and I am SICK of it! That guy comes in acting like he owns the place, now this! What they hell do you want?" The man was getting desperate.
"We are the police, we came here to investigate this man murder, your neighbours called the police after hearing someone screaming and when they show up there is a dead man in the kitchen. Can you explain that?"
"It doesn't matter, he came in here trying to sell me some crap knife set. You know salesmen, ALWAYS PUSHING! Lets just say the carving knife was my favourite!" Lindsay's eyes were locked on Danny's whose were barely staying open, his body was sagging under the man arms.
"Danny just hold-on okay?"
"DON'T TALK TO HIM! He is NONE of your concern. Right my man?" He said as he threw Danny around to look at him. Danny, who could barely move his own weight, spit in his face. "You son-of-a-bitch!" He said before punching Danny hard in the stomach and face. When Danny fell, the uniform fired four shots all hitting the man dead on.
"DANNY?" Lindsay ran to his side. "Hey, ambulance is on the way." Danny grabbed at Lindsay's hand and squeezed it.
"Do me a favour?" Danny said as he started to cough up blood.
"Kick the crap out of whoever cleared the scene. Please?" Danny said before dropping his head back to the carpet. It was getting harder and harder for Danny to stay awake, the blood loss was becoming too great.
"I promise, if you promise to stay awake until the ambulance gets here." Danny gave her a half smile and tried to keep his eyes open, but was failing miserably. Lindsay pushed on his wounds trying to keep pressure on them but he was bleeding too much.
When the ambulance arrived, Danny was barely breathing and Lindsay was getting scared. Danny was surrendering to unconsciousness and his only thought was… 'I shouldn't have answered my cell phone.'
Continue? I don't know….