Disclaimer: I do not own CSI: NY or any characters associated with the show. I claim the original characters in this story.

AN: Ok so I'm taking a stab at this ship and this story. It's been floating and bouncing around in my head for about a month now and I think I might be able to finally corner it and beat it down enough to put it on paper! So. As you can see...no title. Any and all sugestions are welcome! I suck at titles. Anyway...here is chapter one tell me what you think. dark rolling sea.

Chapter One: The Phone Call

Mac sat at his desk reading over the paperwork in front of him. He was enjoying the brief pause his team was experiencing between cases at the moment. He tore his eyes away from the report in front of him and glanced lazily at the pictures on his desk. A small smile crossed his lips, before he shook himself mentally and refocused on the report.

Another couple hours had passed, and Mac's eyes were starting to become bleary as the words on the paper circled and mingled in front of him. He pushed the paperwork aside and leaned back in his chair, pressing his palms into his eyes. He held them there for a while before releasing his hands.

As the blackness subsided and his sight returned, he smiled slightly as he saw Lindsay standing in the doorway to his glass box of an office. She was watching him with a slightest of smiles on her face. Neither one spoke, nor made a move, simply staring at each other for a moment. Mac finally broke the connection looking down at the work in front of him.

"Need something?" he asked lightly as he shuffled the papers around, acting like he was doing something important. Lindsay took a few steps into his office, sliding into a chair opposite of him.

"Any more cases come in?"

"No, it's late, why don't you head home for the night," Mac said still staring at the paperwork in front of him. Lindsay nodded slowly but sat where she was. She studied him closely, and Mac could feel her probing eyes on him. He glanced up at her.

Lindsay looked like she wanted to say something more, but she simply sat there probing his eyes with her own. Mac was about to question her on it when she shook her head slightly, her eyes dropping from his, and stood up from the chair.

"Right." she said hurriedly, before spinning on one foot and swiftly walking from his office. Mac couldn't stop himself from watching her go. Once she was out of sight he sat back again and sighed in his chair. He glanced at the clock again and took a deep breath to clear his mind. Another hour of paperwork then I'll go home, he promised himself.

Two hours later he was still sitting in his office flipping through pages. He had moved on to the stack on the corner of his desk of unsolved cases. Stella popped her head in and shook it as she watched him.

"Everyone's leaving, Mac, get out of here," she said.

"You're still here," he replied not looking up.

"Yeah, but I'm leaving right now. Go home."

With that Stella walked out and Mac couldn't keep the smile from gracing his face. He stood up and reached for his keys. As he was rounding his desk and walking out the door the phone rang. He thought about continuing on, but something in him made him reach back and pick up the receiver.

Reed Taylor knew he was in trouble. He knew his cover had been blown and the assignment had been compromised. He even knew who did it, but he wouldn't get the chance to make contact with the bureau. No, he knew his time was running out, it was just a matter of how long he could hang on.

He stood perfectly still in the middle of the room as Conner Ebbits grinned at him. Reed could see the evil in the other man's eyes and it made him shiver. The silence around them unnerved Reed. He wished Conner would say something, but the other man simply stood, grinning at him with the 9MM aimed squarely between his eyes.

"Thought you could out smart me?" Conner finally asked. Reed licked at his suddenly dry lips and tried to hide the fact he was breathing hard. He sucked in a deep breath through his nose and let it out slowly though his mouth, running every possible escape route through his head. He was coming up empty.

"Guess I didn't," Reed replied slowly and deliberately. He needed leverage if he wanted to survive and the thought of his backup plan formed in his head. "Darren ratted me out. Trusted the wrong people I guess."

"Should never trust people, Tyler. What's your real name anyway?"

"His name is Reed. Reed Taylor," another voice said from the corner of the room. Reed knew instantly it was that of Darren Cummings, the man that sold him out. Darren was also an FBI Agent. As soon as Reed found the leak in the bureau, Darren had turned the tables on him and alerted Conner to his true identity.

"Can I ask why, Darren?" Reed asked quickly, attempting to buy himself more time.

"Why not?" Darren replied smugly. "It's a sweet deal, Taylor, wouldn't expect a goody like you to understand. Justice isn't always served so I took it upon myself to serve myself."

Reed kept his mouth shut after Darren answered him. He waited keeping his eyes on Conner and the 9 MM aimed at him. It was time he knew it was coming. Conner cocked his head to the side and smiled broadly at Reed, before looking at Darren. The gun moved swiftly and the sound made Reed jump as the 9 MM discharged. There was a spray of blood and then Darren slumped to the floor lifeless. Reed's eyes panned over to the dead body and widened a bit, not quite sure what was going on.

"He was getting to be more of a hindrance then help," Conner said with a shrug as he brought the gun back to Reed. Reed nodded slowly as he watched the gun barrel square off on him again.

"Just so you know everything I learned this past month is recorded and safely tucked away for keeping. If something happens to me it goes straight to FBI headquarters," Reed said slowly, driving his point across to the other man. He saw the flicker of confidence waver in Conner's eyes and knew he had struck a nerve.

"You're lying."

"Am I?"

Conner stepped closer bringing the gun down hard across Reed's face. Lights exploded in his eyes and pain thrummed throughout his head as the gun slammed across his right eye. Reed staggered back a step as his hands came up reflexively to cradle the wound. He could feel the skin had split and blood was seeping down into his eye. Conner held the gun in the palm of his hand ready to strike again.

"Where is it?" he yelled with fury in his voice as he pulled back the gun again. Reed didn't answer and braced for the second blow. Conner slammed his hand forward again and caught Reed across his right jaw line which sent him to the ground. His eye sight dimmed and the room spun as he felt the pain rivet along his jaw. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth to trap the grunt of pain that was about to escape and then looked up at Conner.

"Somewhere you'll never find it," Reed said as his lips curled upwards into a satisfied grin. He knew that no matter what happened to him now, Conner Ebbits would be brought down. Conner nodded and reached down, grabbing Reed by the arm and hoisting him to his feet.

Reed staggered slightly as the room spun around him, causing a wave of nausea to sweep over him. Conner latched onto his arm with bruising strength and yanked Reed towards the entrance of the basement they were in. Once upstairs Conner dragged Reed to a car and banged on the top of it. Patrick Ripley, one of Conner's goons, got out and looked at his boss with curiosity.

"Thought you was killing that one," he said slowly while taking hold of the swaying Reed.

"Take him to the safe house and work him over. Get him to tell you where the information he hid is," Conner said with venom and Patrick nodded slowly that he understood. The bigger man grabbed Reed and hoisted him into the back seat of the car before sliding in beside the semi conscious man and slamming the door shut. The car drove off leaving Conner standing on the sidewalk trying to calm his nerves.

"Detective Taylor," Mac said into his phone as he stood on the far side of his desk. He looked up to see Lindsay walking by his office. She stopped when she saw him and shook her head pointing to her watch.

"Detective Taylor, my name is Agent Toby Storm of the FBI," the voice on the other side of the telephone responded.

"How can I help the FBI?" Mac asked sitting on the corner of his desk. Lindsay heard FBI and stopped in the doorway to listen in.

"You're listed as next of kin for Agent Reed Taylor," Storm continued.

"Yes," Mac said feeling his gut tighten at the tone of the other man's voice. Lindsay saw the sudden stress in Mac and stepped closer into his office with a concerned look on her face.

"Would it be possible for you to come into the FBI headquarters in New York?" Storm continued as Mac felt himself grow weak in the knees.

"What's happened?" Mac said his voice tight with tension.

"It'd really be easier if you came in, Detective."

"Tell me now," Mac said sternly. Lindsay was now standing next to him and laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. She felt Mac physically flinch at the contact as his eyes pealed from the wall scanning over to her. She gave him a questioning look, but he simply bit his lip and shook his head. "Please," Mac continued when he didn't get an answer.

"Agent Reed Taylor has gone missing," Storm said after a long pause. Mac felt his heart sink and the bottom of his world drop. Luckily he was already sitting down because the strength in his body gave way as the words sunk in.

"How long?" Mac asked.

"He failed to make his scheduled contact yesterday evening."

"I'll be there shortly," Mac replied quickly and hung up the phone. He stared at the receiver for a long time after he had hung up, not moving from the corner of the desk. Lindsay stood next to him, keeping her silence, studying his face. She wasn't sure what to say to him or what had just happened but she knew something was wrong. She squeezed the hand that was still gripping his shoulder and he slowly brought his eyes to her.

"Everything all right, Mac?" she asked softly.

"Why are you still here? I told you to go home hours ago," Mac said absently.

"I had some work to finish up," Lindsay said quietly as she searched his eyes. "Mac, what's happened?"

"Go home, Lindsay," Mac said as he stood and walked from his office. Lindsay watched him for a moment before she scrambled after him, coming up by his side. He glanced at her.

"I'll drive you," Lindsay said.

"I'm quite capable to drive myself," Mac said softly but sternly as he pulled his keys from his pocket. He fumbled them in his shaking hands and dropped them. Lindsay bent down quickly and picked them up. Mac stared at his hands before reaching out for the keys. Lindsay held them back earning her a glare from Mac.

"I'll drive you," Lindsay repeated. Mac stared at her with hard eyes as he battled the emotions inside him. Lindsay saw the small storm echoing around and it concerned her. She didn't relent, keeping eye contact until he folded and slowly nodded as he stared at the floor. Lindsay walked off towards his car as he followed her closely. Soon they were both in the car and headed towards FBI headquarters, and Lindsay wondered what had happened as Mac stared absently out the window battling the anger and sorrow building in his heart.

TBC…