Lindsay walked into the locker room. Her heart broke to see him like this. He was sitting on the floor, his back to the row of lockers and his head in his hands. Softly she walked over to him, and knelt down next to him. She caressed his arm, squeezing it lightly telling him it was her.
“Why didn’t he tell me what he was doing?” he choked out without looking up. He knew it was Lindsay, he would know it was her if he was blind. Her touch had this way of calming him, telling him it would all be okay.
“Obviously he thought it was better that way,” she said, “You were his little brother. Protecting you was part of his job.”
Danny, Mac and Angell caught a case of a two college age males found dead on the street. They were brothers. During an apparent robbery gone wrong, the oldest brother tried saving the youngest by jumping in front of their robber when he waved his gun around. The robber panicked shot the oldest one then the youngest one.
Danny did okay until after they wrapped the case, but Mac could tell it was difficult for him. Lindsay walked past Mac in the hall and he told her Danny might need her.
“Why didn’t he trust me?” he raised his face up and looked at her.
“He loved you enough to protect you Danny,” she slid down next to him, “That should be one of the things you remember about Louie.”
Shaking his head in agreement, he took her hand.
“He woulda got a kick outta you, Montana,” he let his cheek raise in a half smirk.
“Oh yeah,” she smiled at him, raising his hand to her mouth to kiss it, “Why is that?”
“Cause you carry a knife, eat bugs and don’t take any garbage from anybody,” he smiled. “Thank you,” he said after a few moments of silence.
“You don’t have to thank me, Dan.”