Disc: I do not own the show or characters of CSI: NY. I do own Willow Klinco. Don't own the game World of Darkness.
Couples: Mac Taylor & Willow Klinco / Danny Messer & Lindsey Monroe / Don Flack & Adam Ross
Story: Willow is the new homicide detective in New York City. She had grown up there and she was back home. She was an orphan she knew she had some special gifts, she could talk to spirits and help them cross over and she could track someone easily if she knew there scent.
OOC: I promise there is no Bestiality. That stuff grosses me out and it will not be in this fan fiction.
OOC: The other part of my story is there was no Claire so Mac was never married.
Werewolves - All werewolves have accelerated healing.
Mac Taylor - Pack Leader - Superhuman Senses & Night Vision
Danny Messer - Resist Toxins & Night Vision - Mated to Lindsey Monroe - Werewolf daughter, Lucy Messer
Don Flack - Superhuman Senses - Mated to Adam Ross
Stella Bonassera - Night Vision & Ecological Empathy
Kinfolk
Willow Klinco - Spirit Speak, Spirit Empathy and Superhuman Tracking
Lindsey Monroe - Memory Manipulation - Mated to Danny Messer - Werewolf daughter, Lucy Messer
Adam Ross - Techno Path - Mated to Don Flack
Sheldon Hawk - Healing
Powers
Resist Toxins - Means that the person doesn't get drunk or medication doesn't affect the person. The person can't be poisoned.
Memory Manipulation - Ability to erase or enhance the memories of another.
Accelerated Healing - Ability to heal rapidly from any injury; the rate of recovery varies from character to character. Can sometimes result in the slowing of aging.
Night Vision - Person can see in the dark.
Speaking to Spirits - This person can speak with spirits and the dead that have not fully passed over.
Spirit Empathy - You can feel the pain and agony of the spirit and know why they have not passed over.
Healing - Means this person can heal another person's injuries.
Superhuman Senses - Ability to see, smell, taste, feel and/or hear more than a normal human.
Empathy - You can feel others emotion you are not able to understand why they have this emotion you just can feel it.
Superhuman Tracking - Ability to track an individual or object through supernatural means; sometimes referred to as "pathfinding."
Precognition - Ability to perceive the future. It may be expressed in vague dreams while asleep, other times it can be clear and can occur at will. It may also be used as a form of "danger sense" to show the user that they are being threatened and from what direction it is coming from.
Techno Path - Ability to manipulate technology. Manifested as a special form of electrical/telekinetic manipulation, a special form of "morphing" which allows physical interaction with machines, or even a special form of ESP that allows for mental interface with computer data.
Ecological Empathy - The ability to sense the overall well-being and conditions of one's immediate environment and natural setting stemming from a psychic sensitivity to nature.
I knew about my heritage, of being part of the Werewolf Nation, but my parents' pack had been killed and I was traded off into foster care. The kinfolk in my pack were not treated that well, we were just the servants to them. But I had used my abilities to help because most of the time, since I became a detective, I could see the spirit of the murdered and they would stay until I could solve the case and help them pass over. I got used to feeling their pain when they died and feeling the anger in them. I had to learn to control the empathy so that I didn't lash out on the suspect. I had to do it all right, and work with the evidence and other ways to get them to court.
I was always told my mother that I would be able to sense who my mate was. Right now I was on a crime scene with Mac Taylor and Stella Bonasser. I was getting the feeling that I was being drawn to Mac. He looked at me a few times, I made sure I kept my eyes off him, but he really was handsome. I had a spirit companion with me at all times, my sister she had died when she was ten and she was telling me that both of them were werewolves. I was glad to talk to the spirits, I didn't half to speak out loud, I spoke with my mind. I was trying to help the spirit that was with us, it was a girl of about eighteen and feeling how she had died was bad. She would be staying at this spot until we could solve this case.
Flack worked with me until I got the hang of working as a NY Detective. He was also a werewolf. I was starting to feel that most of the CSI team was part of the nation. Flack had been from another pack. He knew that I was kinfolk because we had grown up together when I was a child. The kinfolk in his pack were treated better and I liked that. Don walked over and he looked at me.
"Well, there's no witnesses, anything on your end?" I shook my head, most of the spirits that had been murdered were so confused through the pain that they never saw the suspect's face. I sighed and shook my head again.
"Na, just the normal, Don. I did go and talk to the store across the street, they said they saw a man following her but couldn't describe him very well. Just that he was 6' and black." He nodded as Mac came over with Stella. Don nodded to them.
"Mac Taylor and Stella Bonassera, this is Detective Willow Klinco, she's family. But Will, I am guessing your sister already told you that Mac and Stella are werewolves, huh?" I smirked and nodded.
"You know Lilly, she always tells me what she sees. She's trying to calm the poor girl's spirit." Don touched my shoulder and looked at me.
"You controlling the spirit empathy okay? So you're not taking in all her pain?" I nodded as Mac looked at me.
"So, you speak to the sprits and feel their emotions? It's rare for a werewolf or a kinfolk to be born with either gift, but to get both of them, that's even more rare!" I looked at him.
"Yeah, lucky me! Now that we have the girl's name, we should start asking her friends and family about her. Maybe the person that killed her was someone she knew." Don looked at me.
"So, she giving you nothing on the murder?" I nodded.
"Like normal, she's so confused right now. All she knows is how she died and how much it hurt. She has no picture of the man that did this. Only thing she does know, is that it was a man." Stella looked at me with sympathy. I didn't mind too much, because she seemed different.
"Well, we will start the evidence and see what we can find." Don nodded and slid his hands through his hair.
"I'll go and do some searches at the station. You go with Mac to talk to the family and friends, see what they can tell us about her."
I nodded as we walked to Mac's car. I got in the passenger side and leaned back. Mac looked at me. Then he started to drive when I gave him the first address for her parents. They were distraught and we got a name from them of someone that it sounded like we should talk to. When we got to the warehouse, we entered. I shoved him out of the way as a gun went off. I ended up taking a flesh wound to my shoulder. I got behind something and looked at Mac, after pulling my gun out.
"You okay, Taylor? Cover me before this ass gets away."
Before he could say anything to me, I moved to get this guy that had shot at Mac! God, Mac was my mate. I mean, I was protective over all the people I worked with, but that emotion when I'd shoved him out of the way was stronger than any I'd ever felt before. I moved around and heard the car take off. I ran outside, I didn't see the car and there was no one else here. Mac stopped me.
"You've been shot, we need to stop the bleeding." I had a tank top on. He had wrapped something around it and tied it to stop the bleeding. He looked at me.
"What the hell were you thinking, shoving me out of the way, to take a bullet for me?" I looked at him with a raised brow.
"Not even going to answer that. It's over and done with, so let it go. You were not shot and I was. It's just a flesh wound."
He was about to say something when the ambulance arrived. They said I needed to go to the hospital because although it was a flesh wound, it was deep and they wanted to get some stitches put in it. I had let them take me, I had to get away from Mac. I was glad he didn't follow us to the hospital, they had a case to work. Don came to pick me up. He looked at me.
"Mac is pissed and worried about you. Didn't think you'd ever met Mac before, the way he's acting." I leaned back and looked at him, sighing.
"With the way my emotions are around him, it looks like he is my mate. Which I'm hoping I am wrong about because I like being free and not having a mate." Don sighed as he drove along.
"You know, being mated doesn't mean you lose your freedom. Mac is our pack leader. Mac is a good guy and treats everyone in his pack good, even the kinfolk are seen as equal. He is a damn good man." I looked at him with a grunt.
"Don, shove it. If we're mates, then we're mates. Doesn't mean we have to be together. Can we stop talking about this and just work on the fucking case, Don?"
He sighed. He started to give me what he'd got so far. We went to talk to a few more of the family members, to see what we could find. So far, we had one lead, the girl was dating a guy that was black and didn't seem to be the nicest man in the world to them. Don looked at me.
"The man that shot at you was black, right?" I nodded, I leant back and ran my hands through my hair, thinking.
"But I am not sure it's the same person, tell you the truth. My gut says it was something else because the mother was telling me this was a friend of her daughter's, there was no indications that it was her boyfriend." He nodded as he leaned back, sighing.
"Well, before we head out to talk to more friends, let's go to the lab because if Mac is your mate, he's going to worry about you. We need to show him that you're okay. Then we can also see if there's any more evidence, like the bullet that grazed you, see if it matches any gun owner out there." I sighed. When we got there, I saw Stella and headed to her as Don went to see Mac. I looked at her.
"Anything on that bullet?" She looked at me and shook her head.
"No, may have been one that was just sold on the streets. We got a print on the bottle that we found, real close to her body. It was the boyfriend's. No other prints on it, I am really starting to lean towards the boyfriend as our killer." I nodded and slid my hands through my hair.
"I am going to go back to the scene and talk to her, see what she has to say about him." She looks at me.
"So, Mac tells me that he has the feelings that a mate has for his mate. You having those same feelings towards Mac?" I sighed some and walked along.
"Yeah, but I am not looking for a relationship at all. I know that mating is Gaia gift to us and we are destined to be together, but I don't see me and him together." She smirked some.
"Come on, let's go back to the crime scene. Second, you really need to get to know him better, maybe you will grow to care for him. I mean, you did push him out of the way of a bullet." I laughed some and shook my head.
"I would have done the same for Don, or you. I would have done that for anyone. I would rather see myself hurt than anyone else."
She nodded. We headed back to the crime scene, where I walked a little way down the ally and talked to her, using my mind. I listened, Lilly had stayed with her and I was glad. I could still feel some fear but Lilly was good at easing some of that fear and confusion. She was good at helping another spirit cross over, especially when we couldn't find out who killed them. I walked out of the ally and got in the car with her.
"She was planning on breaking up with him. Seems he had hit her a few times and was getting worse. What we need to find is a live friend or family member that knows she was being hit by him." She nodded some and started to drive.
"Well, let's wait and see what Mac and Don find out, questioning her friends and family. Let's get back to the lab, I want to look at something."
We headed back and I hung out with her because I needed to wait to meet up with Don again. I was watching her do something, giving a helping hand where I could. I'd taken some forensic classes in college. Mac and Don walked in, Don looked at me.
"So, you texted me to ask about abuse by her boyfriend, if she'd told anyone. We got two friends who said she had told them that he was hitting her and also that she was going to break up with him soon." Stella nodded and touched Don back.
"Got something to show you, it seems Adam has something for us. Know you wouldn't mind seeing Adam today." I smirked, I knew they were mated. They headed out and I started to look at some of the forensic reports, sliding my fingers along them. Mac walked over to me
"You okay? Don told me you been having the same emotional pull towards me as I am towards you. It seems we're mates." I looked at him and shrugged.
"I'm fine, shoulder's just a little sore. About the other, yeah, looks that way. But it doesn't mean you can't find someone else. I am looking to stay single for the rest of my life, Mac. So you're free to be with whoever you want. I am good with just my casual flings." He looked at me with a raised brow.
"Why would I look elsewhere when Gaia has given me you? I don't want anyone else and I sure as hell don't want any other man in your bed." I had always been told that just because you were mated, it never meant you loved your mate. It did happen in a lot of the relationships, but I wasn't going to let that one happen.
"I've got things to do, see ya!"
I moved towards the door. I didn't want to hear anymore so I headed out the door. I had an idea, I drove back to the PD and called Don and told him where I was going, that I had an idea and needed to do some research on the computer. It took us a few days but we eventually solved the case. The boyfriend had broken down when Don questioned him. I went to the crime scene and made sure she passed over, after she found out that we got her boyfriend for the murder. I met the rest of the team at the bar. It was an old cop bar. I sat down, stretching some. I ordered a soda. All the team was there, along with Mac. I took my drink when an old friend came up. I smirked and walked with him to a table, I waved at Don.
"Don, I'll see you guys later."
I sat and talked to my old friend, I didn't even look at what Mac was doing. We laughed, he was still a handsome man. We had gone to school together. I'd had a crush on him for a long time but Don had never liked him, never knew why. I left him at the table, he was going to give me a ride home, I walked over to Don.
"Hey, Eric's going to give me a ride home. So, no worries about getting me back to my apartment." Don looked at me, Mac was as well. I could see jealously in his eyes. Don spoke up.
"You know I never liked that guy, Willow. He always rubbed me up the wrong way. Why are you going with him?" I looked at Don and rolled my eyes.
"Tired, Don! I want to get some sleep. I'll call you when I get home." Mac stood up.
"I'll take you home. No need for him to give you a ride. It'll make Don feel better."
I didn't say anything, I just turned around and walked out with Eric. I got the ride and said good night to Eric at the car and headed up to my apartment. I gave Don a call and told him that I would see him at work tomorrow. I had put a gun under my pillow, where it always stayed when I slept. I laid down and pulled the covers over me as I rested. There was a knock at my apartment door early the next morning. I went to answer it, it was only about six in the morning. I opened it, it was Mac. I turned and walked off towards the kitchen. He came in and he set a bag down, I could smell the food along with the coffee.
"Brought you breakfast." I leaned against the counter of my kitchen and took the coffee. I took a long drink.
"Something is on your mind, Taylor, spill it. If it's about my ride last night, you can just leave with your food. I'll keep the coffee." He sat down and started to bring out the food, pushing mine to the other side of the table and taking his own out, he started to unwrap it.
"No, I don't have anything to say there. You wanted to get that ride from him. Not sure what you have against me, but I came here to figure that out." I sat down and looked at him.
"Nothing against you. I am against being in a relationship. I don't mind us becoming friends because we work together. So don't worry, it's nothing to do with you, Taylor." He looked at me and he took a deep breath, as I started to eat.
"We'll play this your way, for now, but I am hoping you will start to see what being a mate means." I looked at him.
"I have seen both versions of what having a mate means, Taylor. The first one was my old man, beating the fuck out of my mother and me because we were kinfolk. Then, when my pack was killed off, I was the only one that survived and Don's family took me in. I saw how werewolves loved there mated kinfolks. I know exactly what mating is, and for some people, it's a real good thing." He looked at me, about to say something, but I spoke up, looking him in the eyes. He has beautiful eyes.
"I am sorry that Gaia and destiny gave you me. You deserve someone that wants to be with you and be your mate. I am not letting myself get that close to anyone again. I am sorry, Mac." He leant back as he took a bite of some food.
"Don't say sorry until you see what happens in our future."
He stood up and headed out to get to work. I ran my hands through my hair. My options were to stay and see where this goes or to transfer back to where I'd come from. Mac just needed to get over me, whichever choice I made.