Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own CSI: New York or any of its characters :(
Summary: The team's lives are put in danger as a notorious gang leader takes his revenge.
Author's Note: New story! Doing my exams atm, so sorry if I don't update as fast as I did with my other story. :|
"We got you. And all your little buddies." Flack passed the folder across the cold metal table.
Flack had been interrogating notorious gang leader Johnny Romano for 10 minutes. He wasn't giving anything up, even with the mountain of evidence against members of his gang and himself.
"We didn't do nothin'. Your bluffin', you ain't got shit against us!" He practically spat the last few syllables.
Flack opened the folder, "See these? This is your fingerprint Johnny, and this," he pointed to the photo of a custom made hand gun, "is your gun, registered in your name." Johnny glared at Mac who was sat in the corner of the room. Flack noticed his eyes wander away from the photographs, "Hey! This blue mark here on the trigger is a finger print our CSIs found. Guess what, it's yours!" Flack frowned as he continued. "You think you and your buddies can murder four innocent people for fun? Let's see what you guys do for fun in Rikers. We're done here. Officer Moore, escort Mr. Romano out please."
Johnny looked away as the officer cuffed him, his face slowly turning red with anger. He turned to Mac, "You'll regret this. You. Your team. Your whole office. You'll see."
Mac stood from his place in the corner while Flack gathered the photographs and handed him the folder. "Think Sheldon's finished interviewing the other two?"
Mac looked out the small window on the wooden door, "Looks like they're just leaving now."
Flack glanced in the same direction to see two heavily built thugs thrashing against the officers as they were escorted from the building.
Flack laughed as Mac shook his head and left the room, "Case closed."
3 Days Later
Lindsay and Stella were debating where to go for lunch as they walked along the hallway, "I'm thinking Italian?" Stella shook her head causing her curls to bounce on her shoulders, "Nah, Mac and I went out for Italian last night, what about…Chinese?"
Lindsay rubbed her growling stomach, "Sounds good." The women turned the corner striding passed the break room to go to their office. Stella laughed inwardly at Mac who was struggling with one of the vending machines.
The small office was shared by Stella, Lindsay and Danny. The large desks were all facing in towards each other with papers stacked up on all three. The office was simplistic with only two bookcases, a small fridge and several photographs gracing the walls.
Lindsay stopped in the opening of the office as Stella took a seat at her desk, "Can you hear that?"
Stella stopped shuffling papers to listen for any noise, "No?"
Lindsay paused, and then thought of a better topic for discussion, "So, how are things between you and Mac?"
Stella blushed, "We're good, I think. Why? Has he said something? What did he say?"
Lindsay chuckled at her friends panic. "Calm down Stella, breathe. I was just asking. You guys have been dating for what…four months? You'll still be in that hot, can't-keep-your-hands-off-each-other phase."
Stella shrugged her shoulders, "I guess?"
"You gue…" Lindsay's reply was cut off by a large explosion coming for the centre of the lab, then another from the inside of Mac's office. The third explosion came from underneath Danny's desk throwing Lindsay through the large glass window surrounding the office. Glass embedded itself in her lower back as she forcefully hit the ground. Stella was flung from her chair onto the bookcase behind her causing it to fall on her still form.
Flack and Danny stood inside the elevator arguing over which celebrity had the best legs. "Have you even seen Jennifer Aniston, man?" Danny was becoming more frustrated with Flack as he stuck to his original answer, "I have, but I have also had the privilege of laying eyes upon Scarlett freakin' Johansson!"
Danny caved, "You have a point."
As they reached the 5th floor the elevator shook and the lights inside went off.
Flack's training instantly kicked in, "What was that? Is the emergency phone working?"
Danny dashed all of their hopes as he picked up the bright red phone, "I got nothin'. I ain't got signal either. You?"
Flack lifted up his cell, "Nada. What the hell is goin' on out there?"
Flack and Danny sat down in the elevator completely unaware of the chaos that had now engulfed the lab.
Don't know how many chapter I'll get out of this, but I've got a couple tricks up my sleeve. :)
