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Disclaimer: I dont CSI: New York characters, just the unknowns, who are completely imagined. I hope its an original story, cause there no way I could read all those published here to check

Mac Taylor slowly turned the piece of paper over in his hand, for what felt like the hundredth time that night, absorbing the content of the hastily written note. Sighing, he once again ran his hand through his hair bringing it back so he could rest his head on it. He'd dusted the paper twice, finding no traces of a finger print, sent trace to DNA, nothing had been found. He didn't like it. Something about this was wrong.

''Mac?'' Stella's voice rang through his hand has he looked up to find she was almost standing right over him.

''Sorry,'' he slipped the note out of sight and into his top drawer, ''what's up?''

''Preliminary report about the Kicker's case, Danny's so-called report about the robbery on 55th, and the problem that's got you all tense.'' Stella rattled off as she took the visitors chair opposite, something had been bothering Mac all day, ever since mail this morning.

''Why is it a 'so-called' report?'' Mac responded, ignoring Stella's final comment and flicking through Danny's report, slightly on the thin side for the amount of bullets and murder that had happened for Mac's likening.

''It's his and Lindsay's night off, he said any problems he would deal with in the morning, next thing I knew he was out the door and away, I'll have a word tomorrow.'' Stella's voice rang through office, barely being listened to by Mac, thoughts still on the note in the drawer. ''Right that's it,'' Stella snatched the file from his lose hands and giving Mac a look to tell whatever was on his mind, ''spill.''

''Nothing,'' Mac lied, refusing to meet Stella's eye, instead shifting papers from different piles across his desk giving the illusion he was doing something important.

''Mac I'm being serious,'' Stella raised her eyebrows ''I've got all night, I'll follow you round till you tell me, best get it over and done with before I force you to tell me in the men's room.'' A cheeky smile spread across her face. Mac's face however remained as stony as when she'd first walked in, he knew she wouldn't let it drop, he supposed he could trust her, in the past few years he'd entrusted a lot to her. He opened the drawer and passed Stella the note, quickly her eyes scanned it.

''Villey's?'' she gave Mac a questioning look, ''the robbery last week? The one Flack was dragged out of?''

''Unless you can think of another?''

''Have you tested it?'' Stella's eyes recognising the slight colour change at the top corner of the note.

''No prints no trace.'' Mac responded, his forehead furrowed with trouble lines.

''You're not thinking of going to this are you?'' Stella looked stunned as Mac nodded, ''Mac you can't, you've got no idea who this is from, you know how dangerous this is don't you, if me or anyone else on the team had something like this you know what you'd say.'' Mac gave a dismissive look and shook his head, and knew Stella was right but he didn't want to admit it.

''Stella, I need to know,'' he looked her straight in the eye wanting her to know the seriousness of his thoughts. ''I can't just ignore it, what if this is vital evidence.''

''This is personal Mac'' She angrily stood up, shoving the chair away from her, ''it doesn't mention anything of the case apart from seeing you there, wants you personally to meet, in a location outside of the city, in a motel I've never heard of, this person knows you, knows you can't walk away from something like this.''

''I know.'' He shook his head again trying to shake this nagging thought from the back of his mind. He knew it was personal. Evidence, maybe. But something about this spoke to him, something was familiar, something connected in his brain, he just couldn't find a connection to something he knew.

''Is Flack back yet?'' Stella changed the subject, hoping that her piece on the matter would somehow persuaded him to not follow this any further.

''Yeah, you know Flack can't sit still for more than a day or two.'' Mac replied taking the note back from Stella and replacing it in the drawer.

''I'm begging you Mac,'' Stella placed her hand on his arm, ''please don't go.''

Mac gave a nod, but gave no verbal response. Stella once again sighed, and retraced her steps back to Mac's door and down to the trace lab. Looking back, she noticed that he had once again started to stare at the note. Putting on her lab coat and taking a seat at the nearest microscope she continued on with her notes for her latest case, making a mental note to keep a close eye on him for the next couple of days. Something just didn't feel right.

Mac sighed and shifted positions in the seat. The ride hadn't been as comfortable as he would have liked. He glanced at a drowsy Flack in the passenger seat. Maybe it hadn't been a great idea to bring him, but he'd been hanging around the lab for the past couple of days, since his Captain hadn't been to keen for him to go back to full active service until he had had at least two weeks desk work. Something about departmental policy about work related injuries. Flack had found the note when Mac had been called away from his desk and accidentally left it on his desk, and then he'd insisted on going with him. The drive had been long into Jersey, and they still had couple of hours to go. Flack's eyes had began to drop way before the state line hours ago, the lack of sleep was beginning to show in his face, constantly looking exhausted. Mac secretly hoped he'd just give in and go to sleep, he guessed that having someone there was a good safety measure but, he wanted to do this by himself in many respects. He also wanted Flack to be awake if this was some sort of trap, as Stella had constantly been telling him since the night of their conversation. Glimpsing back at Flack from the road he noticed that he'd finally began to sleep. Shaking his head slightly he concentrated his vision back on the road, his brain beginning the cycle of what might await them.