Disclaimer: I do not own CSI New York. You know what would happen if I did?

Summary: Stella's leader of the lab as Mac is missing. But why? Sequel to Taxi remade.

AN: I got the idea for a part of it (not the selling of information, the other part that will be revealed in a later chapter) from a story called 'Family Secrets' by blackphantom. It's a good story set in NCIS fandom. If I told you what the main point of that story was, then I would be letting in the major part of this story that I want to save until later.

Four Months Earlier, A few days after Mac and Flack arrest the Cabbie Killer.

"Adam, are you sure about this?" Stella asked as she read the printout Adam handed her.

Adam shook his head. "I didn't mean to run it the first time. After I saw it, I ran it two more times. I still don't believe it, but the DNA says otherwise." She wordlessly nodded and took the paper and started walking to Mac's office. She waited for Danny to leave before walking in.

"What do you need, Stella?" he asked, facing her.

"Adam ran Reed's DNA through the databases," she started. Mac had the edges of anger starting before she continued. "Accidently. He ran it two more times after to confirm the findings." She handed the paper over.

Mac stared at the paper for a moment before going on. "This can't be possible." He slumped into his chair.

"Mac," Stella simply said, speechless herself. After a minute of quiet, she asked the question that was plaguing her. "Are you going to tell him?"

"Not unless he absolutely needs to know."

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Jason Echolls was waiting for his payday. He had a month before the trial for his murders. And little Reed's kidnapping, can't forget that. He made it known that he knew Mac Taylor's weakness. Within five minutes, he already had several bids for the knowledge.

Now, several of the people that Mac had put away were hovering below him. He could spot DJ Pratt, who had killed his former CSI, Aiden Burn. He saw Henry Darius, who was talking to Joe Briggs. He had heard little of the suspects here except for Pratt, Drew Bedford and Sonny Sassone. He saw Drew and DJ together and figured out who would be the winner of the outcome.

"All right gentlemen. Let the bidding begin for the knowledge of Mac Taylor's Achilles Heel. I'll start the bidding at one hundred."

"One fifty."

"Two hundred."

"Two fifty."

"Two seventy-five."

Jason could only smile at the rising figure his information was getting him. He heard Drew yelled five thousand after a conference with DJ. "Going once… going twice… sold for five thousand to Drew Bedford and DJ Pratt." Everyone looked at the two with a mix of envy and anger. Most of the guys stalked off. "If you two would like to come up to pay and collect?"

Drew was the first one he saw. He was carrying a small bag. "Got your money right here, no worries." DJ hung back, a small smile flitting across his face. Jason brought out a half piece of paper that was folded in half. Drew smiled greatly and brought the bag up to seemingly to pull out the money. Instead, he pulled out a small weapon. A shot fired from the item and Jason fell to the ground with a red spot now blooming on his shirt. The paper was grabbed.

"What's the info?"

"Mac Taylor's stepson, Reed Garrett."

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"Guard found him at eight this morning. Doing rounds when he came up to the second floor. Called the warden, who called us," Detective Angell outlined, reading from her pad. Danny was taking photos of the crime scene while Stella was going through his bunk.

"Single gunshot wound, close proximity," Danny noted.

Stella noticed a pad of paper off to the side of the bed. She found the half page on the cardboard backing. Angling it so she could read the writing, she could barely make out Reed's name and his connection to Mac, along with an address. "This isn't good," she muttered.

Danny, who had come up behind her, asked, "What isn't good?"

Stella jumped a little before answering. "Echolls had Reed's name, address and how he's related to Mac on a piece of paper."

"Considering all the guys that are in here, anyone of them would have motive to get that piece of paper and kill for it along the way. A lot of Mac's arrests are in here."

"Let's find out which one has the paper."

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"What was going on last night, Ester?" Danny asked one of the guards standing in the break room.

"It's Est-e-a. French descent," the medium built man in front of him corrected. "I don't know what happened after eight. Most of us were gone by the time third shift comes up."

"You were one of the guys that were still here by nine. Give me the facts."

"Several of the guys were paid to turn away from a meeting that some of the inmates had going."

"Which inmates?"

"Pratt, Sassone, Briggs," he listed, "and some others. I can't name them. Talk to the others."

"I'll do that. Who are the other guards that stayed?"

Stella walked to the lobby with Danny already waiting for her. "Several guards admitted to backs being turned as several inmates betted over information that Jason Echolls was selling. They don't know who won and they don't know the information."

"Excuse me, Detectives!" someone yelled. Warden GU Benndin was running towards them.

"What's wrong, Mr. Benndin?" Stella asked.

"Role call was just taken. Two of our inmates are missing."

"Which ones?" Danny inquired.

"DJ Pratt and Drew Bedford."

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"Tell me you got something Adam," Lindsay asked.

"Okay, here's the surveillance camera from the game store, the warehouse and glass store. Here goes your guy, walking from the game store to the glass store." He pointed the target out. "See Jack walk. See Jack pass off the game to Jane. See Jane hide the game below the counter. See Jane's boss find the game."

"See Jack and Jane meet. See Jack hide. See Jane kill boss."

"And there is your proof. Now see Jane hiding the weapon behind the broken glass." Adam was pointing out 'Jane' hiding a pipe behind a broken window of the warehouse next door.

"Thank you, Adam. I am off to collect." Lindsay walked out of the room and was about to call Flack before bumping into Mac. "Hey, Adam linked our thief to the salesgirl in the glass store. Her boss found out."

"All right, where are you going?"

"I know where she stashed the weapon. I've got Flack going with me." She waved her phone.

"Pick up 'Jack and Jane'?"

She figured he had been watching them during the videos. "I'll have Flack get them after I print the weapon. Being double sure. Where are you heading?"

"Home, for an hour's sleep."

"I hope it's more than an hour."

"My body doesn't need that much sleep."

"Your brain does."

"My brain and mind operates fine on the sleep I get. Don't worry, Lindsay." She shook her head and finished the call she was going to make.

Mac left the building and was going to his car. He heard footsteps behind him and went to turn around. A blow came to his head. He fell to his knees as several more blows hit his chest, arms and legs. He forced himself up and found a person in black standing behind him. He put his best training up and was able to fend him off for a couple of minutes before another blow to the head knocked him out.

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Lindsay was on top of a dumpster, the same one that 'Jane' had used to put the pipe behind the window. "Got it." She held out the pipe. With the flashlight, both could see that there was blood and hair at the end out one end.

"Great. Wanna pick them up?"

"Still have to process the weapon. Then we can go after them."

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Danny was in the cell of Drew Bedford. He was processing the item he used to knock out his cellmate. "Bedford talk to you 'bout escaping?" he asked the cellmate, who was holding a pack of ice to his head.

"No, I was usually out with Pratt was over. He and I don't have a very good past."

"What past?"

"Pratt had a habit of finding the new guys and giving them a work over in the showers. Learned to make sure to have someone watch your back the entire time after that."

"I'm guessing the work over wasn't fists." One haunted look said it all. "How many?"

"I know of at least ten guys. He doesn't like blondes and he says he prefers if they look like women, to give himself some preference. He still likes women, but if he can't have them…"

"He'll go after the ones that look like 'em?" Danny finished. The guy nodded.

Stella was working DJ Pratt's cell when she saw a piece of paper under the mattress. She lifted it carefully to find a person's name and number. "Contact on the outside?" she muttered to herself as she kept looking.

Danny interrupted her search. "Three of the guards are in the hospital ward. Two have mild concussions, the third a medium one. Looks like they used the back way and had a car waiting for them."

"So they have someone on the outside. It's probably the person on this paper." She held out the torn paper.

"All right, let's give that to Angell so she can start tracking this helper down."

"You do that, I'm going to call Mac and let him know that Drew's out," she finished, pulling out her cell and scrolling down to a familiar number. She heard it going to voicemail before hanging up and trying again.

"Mac's not answering?"

"Yeah, and that scares me."

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DJ Pratt lifted a taped Mac out of the trunk of his own car with the help of Drew Bedford. "Guy weights a ton," he commented.

"It only feels that way. Guy's unconscious and unable to help in his own kidnapping."

"I don't get why I had to go after the guy when he's your main target."

"Because I know your rep from jail. You want to go against Taylor for having some fun with his company?"

"I could of kept myself in check."

"Yeah, right." They had walked to the door of a room. Drew checked the monitor to see the other prisoner. "Not near the door. I take him, you get Taylor on the bed, got it?"

"Got it." Drew opened the door and made his way over to the bed on the left. He had a gun pointed at his head and sat down beside him. DJ threw him on the other bed. He took out a knife and cut the tape around his arms.

"Congrats, you're not alone this time," Drew mocked, patting the other person's shoulder and walking out with DJ.

The person waited for the lock to click into place before moving. There was a sink in the left corner next to the door. There was a towel for drying off hands. He wet a corner and went over to Mac. He wiped off most of the blood on the face before he started stirring. "Mac, are you with me?" he asked. He continued to wipe off more blood and used the towel as an ice substitute.

He was about to shake his shoulder when a hand grabbed his wrist. Mac opened his eyes and took in the person in front of him. "Reed?"

Yeah, this has been done before, but I thought this would be cool to put a different spin on it, or mix several different spins into one. Review please.