CSI: New York – We've Got A Lead

Detective Mac Taylor walked with eyes scanning every centimeter of landscape around him, his Glock in hand. Beside him was Las Vegas CSI, Dr. Raymond Langston. He had come here to search for Madeline Briggs, a girl missing from Miami, in conjunction with Mac and his team.

They'd found a lead, and they'd followed it only to find nothing.

Madeline Briggs had definitely been here though, they'd found signs of it. Now the question was where was she taken? Even more, was she still with Casey Steele? If so, where was Casey? Where was he planning on taking her?

Mac sighed as those questions ran through his mind yet again. Langston brought him back to the present when he signaled they should split up to cover more area. Mac gave him a nod and the two split up, Langston going right, Taylor going left.

Mac kept his finger on the trigger. The gun was cocked and fully loaded.

He stopped and lowered his gun just slightly, his blue gaze searching the area around him as he heard something. He turned around, still looking around and he brought his gun back up. Seeing nothing, he turned back around and continued forward.

He soon reached the end of the row of cars and looked around cautiously, his gun still in his hands with his finger still ready on the trigger. He had a feeling something was wrong, something bad was going to happen.

He sighed. Maybe his adrenaline was just getting to him. He looked up and down the little "alley" once more before he carefully stepped out.

It was hot, the sun beating down on the hard dirt ground and making Mac sweat. Long sleeves and a bulletproof vest weren't a good combination. He paused for a moment to roll his sleeves up just a bit more.

Then he heard it again and he had his gun up in front of him again, blue gaze searching every shadowy space he could see once again.

"What the hell's your problem?" he muttered to himself as he came up with nothing again. He holstered his gun and turned to go find Langston. That's when he felt a hand clamp over his mouth.

Mac's hands shot up and he struggled to break free from the tight grip. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw whoever was holding on to him pull out a syringe. He knew what was coming next and struggled a little more before he felt the drug set in. Then there was darkness.

CSI: New York – He's Gone…

Ray slung the shotgun over his shoulder again and walked towards Detective Don Flack.

"Have you seen or heard from Mac?" he asked as he got within earshot of the tall, dark haired Homicide Detective.

Don looked over his shoulder to see Ray walking over to stand beside him. Don shook his head. "Nah, why do you ask?" he asked.

"We split up to canvass more area after checking that trailer and I haven't seen him since," Ray replied, looking around.

Don nodded and a bit of confusion crossed his face. "Maybe he hooked up with one of the units on the perimeter?" he suggested.

Ray shrugged. "Better safe than sorry, we better check," he said.

Don nodded. Better safe than sorry didn't sound all that good to him. The last thing he wanted or needed was Mac missing. He hoped nothing had happened and they'd find him talking to one of the officers just like Don would expect him to be doing.

CSI: New York – Alongside Madeline

Mac came around a little slowly, blinking several times to clear his vision. He sat up a little more somewhat quickly when he realized he didn't know where he was. He quickly took in his surroundings and it quickly hit him what had happened.

He was in the sleeper of an 18 wheeler. That seemed bone-chillingly familiar to him.

The "artwork" on the walls confirmed what he had come to realize and the zip ties keeping his hands tied behind his back added to his dread.

What summed it all up was the young woman sitting across from him, looking wore out and scared with brown hair.

That was Madeline Briggs.

Madeline looked back at him, taking in this new man who had become just as much as a hostage as she was. There was a certain fire in his blue eyes as he looked around that struck Madeline as somewhat comforting after the scary things she'd been through.

As he sat up just a bit more, Madeline caught a glimpse at the badge on his belt. Then she realized the man also had a bulletproof vest on. She raised her eyes again to meet his.

He was a cop! What did these people want with a cop though?

The recognition in his eyes told her he had been looking for her. She knew this wasn't how he wanted to find her.

Mac sighed and leaned back against the hard wall of the sleeper, wondering where they were being taken. He'd found Madeline Briggs and she was alive. That was a good thing. The bad thing was that he had no way to get either of them out of here.

He looked up and down the door, figuring it was locked just like on the truck that they'd found on the bridge that ran in to that car.

Just like the truck Madeline had been held in earlier.

He shot a glance back at Madeline as an idea struck him. He felt a little tired and he blamed that on a sedative, but he still had enough fight to do something. There was no way he'd let a light sedative keep him quiet. He kicked at the door.

It was locked. Just like on the truck they'd found earlier.

Madeline looked up at the man as he kicked at the door. There was a bit of sorrow in her eyes, and fear. She'd tried doing that earlier, it hadn't worked.

Although, the doors being locked didn't seem to discourage the man. It seemed to remind him of something he'd seen before. This only added to her belief that he had been looking for her.

Seeing the determination in his ice blue eyes and watching as he kicked at the door a few more times, Madeline figured she had another shot at fighting her way out of this. She joined in, both of them kicking at the same time.

Mac heard the radio get louder and he almost rolled his eyes. They didn't care at all, did they? He kicked at the door again, Madeline doing the same.

He didn't know where the hell they were going, but he sure wasn't going to be forced in to someone else's hands if he had a chance of getting out. He'd been kidnapped before; he knew what it was like. To hell with getting hurt trying to make it out before they let you-if they ever did.

He was too stubborn to allow them to keep him tied down like this without a fight.

He was going to at least try to get Madeline out of here alive. If had to pay for helping her out with his life, then so be it. She'd been through enough already. He was not prepared for her being killed while he watched, she was too young.

She had a mother that wanted her home. Yes, Mac had his team and he knew they'd be hurt if the worst was to happen to him, but he knew it was the right thing to get Madeline out.

It was his job, and he was fully prepared to do it.

"Hostages"

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