I haven't posted anything in ages and found this sitting on my laptop.

Silent Understanding

Chapter 1

Mac couldn't believe it; all the evidence pointed towards the 20 year old man, the 20 year old son of the lab's new director. Mac hoped that he was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, but he knew they'd have to bring him in for questioning. Mac's first port of call however was the Lab Director's office. He'd known Dr Lillian 'Beanie' Monteagle since he'd joined NYPD, she was a CSI who then went on to work for the FBI before becoming one of the city's best universities professors, for the last 6 months however the 40 year old had been Director of New York Police Department's Crime Lab.

"Mac what a nice surprise." She said letting him into her office, when he didn't sit down she knew something was up. "Go on then spill." She sighed wondering what bad news he was about to break.

"This is against protocol but I felt you had a right to know." He said handing her the file he'd been carrying containing the evidence that led them to her son. "It would look a lot better for him if he came in voluntarily to speak to us before we go to him." Mac added and Beanie nodded in understanding.

"Give me an hour." Was all she said grabbing her coat and purse before leaving the office to go collect her son.

The case had been a murder just outside a nightclub, the victim, just like 90% of the clubs patrons that night were underage and from wealthy influential families. Tara Jefferson had been beaten and left for dead in the alleyway behind it, and she'd been seen during the evening with Beanie's son, he'd left 2 hours before she'd been found and she'd been dead for just over 2 hours by that point. He hadn't been interviewed as people didn't know he was there until they'd combed the CCTV footage and saw the 2 going outside. The Alleyway she'd been found in wasn't covered by CCTV. As Mac was in charge of the case he didn't pass on the details of his findings to anyone else aside from Beanie, when she called him to say she was on her way in with her son he told Flack and the two detectives met mother and son in the Police Department.

"Clothes from last night bagged and ready for you to process, I assume you'll be wanting DNA and hair samples from him but I'll let you do that." Beanie said with a sad expression as she handed the evidence bag over to Mac whilst Don led an anxious Alden into the interview room. "He's co-operating fully and volunteered to come in with me, I explained that I can't be in there with him and he doesn't want a lawyer even though ours is on the way." The was one of the hardest things she'd ever had to do, going home to speak to her son who was playing on a computer game with his 8 year old brother was an experience she never imagined she'd have to face. Alden was surprised at the news and said he didn't do anything, his mother simply explained that he needed to go in with her before the cops came for him and that she needed his clothes from the night before. Leaving 8 year old Carsen with his grandparents Beanie and Alden drove to the PD.

"If he did it they can afford the best lawyers in the country to try and get him off," Danny said to Lindsey and Jo who were talking about the case and how hard it must be on the director. "Money makes me sick." He continued; he had a chip on his shoulder about the director and the fact that she was part of one of America's most wealthy families. He was adamant that she'd only gotten the job because of her surname, and told everyone what he thought about that fact.

"Danny just leave it, we don't know what happened that night and if he did or didn't do it it's none of our business, and if Lucy were in the same situation I'd spend every last penny we had to help her out." Lindsey snapped walking off leaving Danny with Jo who also told him it was none of their business before walking off herself. Danny was determined to prove the guy guilty so decided to go and examine the evidence even further.

Alden anxiously gave his DNA and hair samples, he had samples taken from under his fingernails and was forced to put on a white plastic jumpsuit after they'd combed through his hair. He was terrified and was nervous knowing that his mother was outside of the room, he wondered what she thought of him, he knew his father would kill him for letting the family down and being questioned by the police.

"I don't believe he did it for a second." Beanie stated to Mac who was stood beside her as Don started questioning her eldest son. Mac refused to go into the room as he knew the young man from when he was a child; he wanted Don to do it so he could give Beanie some moral support. "I can't say how I know but I do, it's a feeling I have in here." She placed a hand on her heart, Mac guessed it was mother's instinct, she knew what her son was and wasn't capable of. Mac could only take her word for it and stand beside her, once the questioning started however Beanie found she had to leave to get some air. Coming face to face with her husband and his lawyer.

"How is he?" Vaughn Monteagle asked spotting how anxious and worried his wife looked. She shrugged her shoulders and sat down on the steps in front of the building, she nodded at her husband who walked inside the building with their lawyer. She reached into her handbag for a bar of chocolate, but when she realised it wasn't there she remembered eating it on the way home to get Alden as she was feeling stressed.

Ten minutes later Vaughn returned minus the lawyer who'd gone into the interview room with Alden.

"I don't know what he's most afraid of," Vaughn sighed, "me or the detective," he smiled a small smile, "when Art told him I was here he winced." Art Carey was their lawyer; he'd been friends with Vaughn since they went to boarding school together.

"The family has a reputation, you have a reputation." Beanie explained with a sigh as Vaughn sat down next to her. "And I'm in charge of the lab processing the evidence that currently stands against him." She said in a frustrated tone standing up and starting to pace. "He didn't do it." She said coming to a stop in front of her husband who stood up and pulled her into a tight hug.