Disclaimer: I don't own CSI NY.
Summary: Informing the family is the hardest part. (What I think happened between Some Buried Bones and Like Water for Murder to explain the episode Taxi.)

AN: Kind of graphic scene at first.

2nd AN: This is also on csi ny fic over in livejournal. I decided that it might be a good idea to also post this over here.


They were happy. It was their anniversary and they had just come out of one of the most exclusive restaurants to wait for their car. They acted like a young couple in love, even though they had just celebrated their 25th year together. He graciously held open the door and waited for her to climb in.

The drive back to their home was a quiet one. Even though it was summer, they didn't see very many cars out on the road. They did see one swerve in front of them, filled with loud teenagers. "Aren't you glad he's out of that phase?" she laughed, holding her husband's hand.

"To tell you the truth, I didn't really think he went through it," he commented, looking over to her to make eye contact. That's when a car ran into the four way stop and hit the car head on.

"So, why exactly were we called in?" Lindsay Monroe asked her supervisor, Mac Taylor.

"High profile. Person in the other car is the son of a senator," he answered, going over to the driver's side. The body of the man was laying to the right. Several cuts from the glass was evident, along with a major impact wound to the left side of his skull.

Lindsay walked over to the other side and took some pictures of the passenger seat. The woman had been taken to the hospital to be declared DOA there. "I've got a purse," she announced, going through and pulling out the wallet, "Kristen Garrett. 49 years old."

Mac looked up at the name. "Could you say the name again?"

"Kristen Garrett. Why?"

"Find the man's wallet." Lindsay looked in the glove compartment and found a piece of paper.

"Not a wallet. Owner of the vehicle is Jason Garrett." Mac felt a wave of anguish going through his body and it took all his mental capacity to not bring up his hand and wrench off the gloves.

"All right, let's get to processing." They spent the next hour collecting what they could at the scene before they finally admitted they needed more light to see everything they needed to get off.

Don Flack came over. "Hey Mac, Gerrard wants to see you as soon as you get back to the lab."

"Tell him I'll see him in an hour."

"An hour? I kind of think he wants to see you ASAP. In fact, that's what he said to me."

Mac thought a moment while gathering his stuff and taking off his gloves. "Tell him I'll see him in an hour." He had already made up his mind.

"What should I tell him?"

"I'm informing the family of their loss."

--

He wasn't asleep. No, the energy drinks he had an hour earlier were still doing their job. He sat at his desk, trying to memorize the last section needed for his class and the exam the next morning. He heard the banging on the door and winced as the sound punctured his head. "Okay, too much caffeine. Or is it that guanine stuff?" he mumbled, walking over to the door. He looked up at his late night visitor. "Mac, what are you doing here?" he asked, slightly off guard at the man at his door.

"Reed, maybe you should sit down," Mac avoided.

"Why, what's going on?" Reed didn't move from the door frame.

Mac breathed deeply for the next words. "Your parents were in a car accident. Your father died at the scene and..." he said before getting interrupted.

"No. No. No," Reed repeated, falling forward at the words that came out of Mac's mouth. Mac caught him on his way to the ground and he had to help him back to the only bed in the room. He was going to grab the chair at the desk when he noticed two hands keeping him back. Mac looked into the face that had gone from just turned twenty-one to fourteen years old.

"Reed." He pulled himself up and flung his arms around him. Mac hesitated just like at the funeral before completing the hug. He stood there while Reed used his shoulder to cry on for the next half-hour.

--

"Taylor!" someone yelled. Mac Taylor caught a glimpse of Gerrard through the glass of his office. "I said I wanted to see you As Soon As Possible, not When You Could Get Here," he finished as Mac set down his stuff and took off his jacket.

Mac turned to look him straight in the eye and showed he wasn't lying. "I was informing the family."

"You could have sent Detective Flack."

"Why exactly are you here, Gerrard?"

"This case is to be held high. We can't let anything happen that would jeopardize this case. Everything is to be double tested. You also must have solid proof of anything before going after Kevin Edforns. His lawyers have already started calling."

"It's nothing new. Anything else?"

"How did the family take it?"

"Poorly."


Reed please. No really, where's Reed? He should be on the show this season. We need to see fallout.

Get off my case. I'm doing a movie.

No excuse. No soup for you. (:)

The soup nazi and the ninja emoticon? What is wrong with you?

Nothing. (Read please. Review pretty please.)