At 4:33 a.m. The mobile phone starts to ring. The sharp sound cuts the silence in the appartement and joins the patter of water on the shower curtain. Mac turns his head towards the new noise, turns off the shower and shakes the drops out of his short hair. Wrapped a towel round his hips, he steps into the sleeping room and picks up the mobile. „Mac Taylor?" He starts to dress. „Hi Mac", the familiar voice of Don Flack is heard on the other end of the line. „Sorry to disturb you that early – or that late, depending – but we got something for you here." „It's alright", Mac answers and puts on his furbished black shoes – old marine habits never die. „Where?" „Second block from the corner 10th and 23rd west." Mac closes the door of his appartement. „Arriving in 10 minutes." „See you."
Precisely 8 minutes later Mac gets of his car at the corner 10th and 23rd west and walks the two blocks down the street to the point, where – despite the early hour of the day - a lot of curious stand around. Discontented he pushes himself through the gawking crowd towards the well- known yellow band, which is just beeing drawn by the patrolman of the NYPD round the discovery location of the dead.
Stella looks up while Mac liftens the yellow band and bends down under it. Accompanied by Sheldon, she has already started to inspect the body; now she gets up from her squattering position to welcome him. „You look tired, Stella." „I wish you a very pleasant morning, too, Mac." Every inattentive observant would have missed the little indication of a smile on Mac's lips. Both of them approximate the corpse, a well- rehearsed team needs no long explanations. Sheldon too greets Mac with a little nod of his head and a smile and gets back to his work. After marking the puncture carefully, he pushes the sensor of the temperature mesuring instrument in the liver of the dead. Don steps towards Stella and Mac. „White, female, aged between 17 and 25." he reads out his notes. „The janitor of the house over there found her when taking the garbage out – aroung an hour ago. He first thought of a drunk, he told me. If you are asking, the one who is thinking about drunks facing this scenery, must be as drunk as a newt himself." Mac raises his eyebrows. „Drunk as a newt? Tell me, who have you been hanging around with lately?" Flack is just opening his mouth th respond, when Stella raises her hand. „Do you hear that?"
Sheldon puts the sensor down and turns over the dead body carefully. From the hip pocket of her jeans he takes out a mobile phone, twinkling and gently beeping. „You mean that?" he asks Stella, who nods and reaches out for the mobile phone. „Temperature is 86 degree Fahrenheit, she must be dead for at least 10 hours." Expectant, the young Csi is looking up to Mac, who his turn is watching Stella opening the still beeping mobile. „Mac, you should have a look at this.", saying this the curly blonde is showing her hand to her friend and boss. At the display of the black mobile phone the two of them are looking at the self- opening memo, beeing creator of the beeping: „Date: 25. 01. 2009, Time: 3:05 a.m. Text: Please do notice: I did this."