Disclaimer: I do not own CSI: NY or any characters associated with the show. I make no money from this writing, it's just for fun. Reed Taylor is mine.

AN: OK! So this came into my mind and I'm going to try to run with it…no promises. But it is a part two to Crisis. So I would recommend reading that first if you want to know how Mac and Lindsay got together. Anyway, here you go part one. Let me know what you think! dark rolling sea.

Chapter One: Missing

Mac woke early in the morning, like he usually did. His eyes opened up to the sleeping body next to him. He reluctantly untangled himself from Lindsay and rose from the bed. After a quick shower and dressing in a suit he ended up in the kitchen. The smell of breakfast wafted back to the bedroom and Lindsay slowly sniffed the air as she came out of her slumber.

She ran her hand along the bed, noticing that Mac was no longer with her. She opened her eyes and sighed, before the food brought the smile back to her face. She got up and headed for the kitchen wrapped in a robe. She stopped in the doorway and watched. Mac turned with the omelets on the plate and took them to the table. After sitting down he looked up at Lindsay and smiled.

"Joining me? Or sleeping all day?"

"Stop it," Lindsay replied with a shake of her head. "It's only seven in the morning right now."

"I've been up for over an hour."

"That's because you never sleep," she replied sitting down in her chair. Mac's smile broadened, before he shoveled a forkful of omelet into his mouth. They spent the rest of breakfast in a companionable silence. When they were done, Lindsay washed up the dishes while Mac went for the morning paper. Lindsay then took a quick shower and dressed for work.

They left the apartment together and rode into the lab. Once there, Mac gave Lindsay a kiss before he headed to his office and Lindsay headed for the lab. They didn't have an active case running, but it wasn't going to be a slow morning. Danny came into the lab and walked up next to Lindsay and greeted her with a smile.

"Morning," he said.

"Good morning, Danny," Lindsay replied cheerily. Danny grinned at her. "What?"

"Have a good night, Montana?" Danny asked mischievously. Lindsay swatted his arm and shook her head.

"We've got a body," Mac said walking into the room. He handed the details to Danny and told Lindsay to go with him. Mac then walked from the room and made his way back to his office.

When they arrived at the crime scene, they split up the duties and went to work. Lindsay stood in the middle of the small living room of a two bedroom apartment and stared at the young body sitting against the wall. The victim had yet to be identified. The occupant of the apartment, Christian Manor, had come home after working a night shift and found the body slumped against the wall. He immediately called 911.

The victim looked to be a teenager, with short red hair, that was spiked on the top of the head. He had green eyes, which had become dull with death. He was small, but had a solid muscular build. His hands were folded in his lap. He looked like he was simply sitting against the wall, except for the bullet hole in his forehead. His clothes were clean and neat, designer brands. He was not a street hood looking for shelter. He had expensive tennis shoes on, Lindsay noticed.

Lindsay snapped pictures of the body while Danny talked to the apartment occupant. She studied his position and the splatter pattern behind him on the wall. The ME came in and squatted down next to her with his equipment.

"Mind if I cut in?"

"Not at all," Lindsay replied standing up and moving towards Danny.

"And you've never seen this kid before?" Danny was asking Manor.

"No man," Manor replied gnawing on the nail of his index finger.

"Any idea of why he was in your apartment?"

"No. Like I said. I work nights. I come home every day at seven AM. Today I walk through the damn door and there he is. Sitting there like that," Manor says as his eyes dull over and his face goes a shade paler.

"Have you had problems in the past, people breaking in?" Lindsay asked.

"No, never. I'm on the fourteenth floor. Not too many people break in on fourteenth floor."

"Any threats from gang members? Suspicious people following you to and from work?" Danny added.

"No. At least I don't think so. I mean I guess someone could follow me, but I didn't notice," Manor replied shaking his head slowly.

"Thank you for your time, Mr. Manor," Danny replied turning away. Lindsay came up next to him and they both stopped to observe the crime scene. "What do you think, Montana?"

"I don't know, Danny. Kid is dressed in high end clothes, expensive tennis shoes. But no ID, wallet, or money on him. He's seemingly in a stranger's apartment, with a bullet in his head. Doesn't make much sense."

"No, it doesn't. Any sign of forced entry?"

"No. I went over the door, the lock wasn't jimmied, the jamb is still in tact, no scuff marks on the wood, no signs of forced entry."

"Mr. Manor, do you use your deadbolts?" Danny asked turning towards the man who found the body.

"Who doesn't in New York City?" the man replied incredulously. Danny nodded.

"And it was still engaged when you came home?"

"Nothing was different from when I left. Except him," Manor replied pointing at the kid against the wall. Danny turned back to Lindsay.

"This doesn't make sense at all."

"I guess first step is getting an ID on the kid. Get his picture out and around. Look for missing person reports."

"Let's do it," Danny replied. They wrapped up at the apartment and then left for the lab.

He sat and watched as the two CSIs worked the crime scene. The apartment on the fourteenth floor was directly across from the office he was currently renting. This little exercise had taken quite a while to set up, finding the right victim, a suitable place to stage the scene, and the ability to watch them work. It was the fourth setup he had constructed waiting for her.

The first three he had to abandon his plan. Detective Taylor had sent the wrong investigators out. Each time he had to start on a new way to draw out the one CSI that he wanted. With each failure his frustration grew, but this time, seeing her there made his award that much sweeter in the end. They were wrapping up. He needed to move quickly.

He set down his surveillance equipment and took hold of the Glock 9MM and clutched it in his sweaty palm. He tucked the gun into his coat pocket and left the safety of his rented office. Walking briskly to the elevator, he took it to the ground floor. He wiped the sweat off his forehead as he exited the car.

Walking quickly from the building he jogged across the street and came up to the building as the CSIs were making their way down the stairs. He pulled the Glock from his pocket and rushed the man walking with her. They were talking and neither saw him coming. He discharged a single round and watched as the man spun awkwardly and let out a squawk before hitting the stairs hard.

His prize froze in surprise as her partner hit the ground. She reached for her own gun but he was quicker. He pranced up to the fallen man and stepped on his chest. The man under his boot let out a groan and the blood spilling from a shoulder wound made a smile appear. He then looked up at the woman and put the gun to her head. Cocking his head to the side he quickly brought the side of the gun up and struck the woman across the temple.

She collapsed and he caught her and spun around. The wounded CSI grabbed his leg as he attempted to walk away with his catch. He whirled slightly and brought the gun up. The man on the stairs abruptly let go and spun to the side to avoid the discharge, but the bullet caught him and he cried out in pain. He had to hurry. People had witnessed his deed. He rushed toward the car parked on the street and tossed the woman into the back seat. He smiled as he slid behind the wheel and drove away from the scene.

Danny gasped for air as the pain ripped through his body. He watched the car driving away and tried to tuck the information away in his brain. His vision was blurry since his glasses had been knocked off his face. He couldn't read the license plate number. He swore and tried to move his left arm. He looked over his body as he wiggled himself into a sitting position against the bottom step.

The first round had torn into his shoulder, the second round and gone through his ribcage on the same side. The blood was soaking into his shirt, and dripping down to the pavement. He felt himself growing colder and knew he would be in shock soon from loss of blood. He reached for his cell phone and punched in 911, but before he could hit send a uniform officer burst from the door behind him.

Danny looked up wearily, as the fog of shock wisped over him. He struggled to breathe, each breath seemingly taking more and more energy to produce. The uniform grabbed the radio from his belt and yelled into it, but Danny couldn't hear what he was saying. He felt his eyes droop with exhaustion and knew he shouldn't give in. He fought it, but it was more than he could muster and he soon felt the blackness overtake him.

Mac was walking back to his office when he heard the phone ringing. He pushed through the glass door and came up to his desk. After picking up the handset and placed it against his ear sitting on the edge of his desk.

"Detective Taylor," he said into the phone.

"Messer has been shot, and Monroe is missing," Flack's voice slammed into Mac's ear. He nearly dropped the phone as his gut clenched. He thought he was going to vomit as the room started to spin. The blood rushed through his head as his heart rate tripled. Stella was walking past his door and noticed the look on his face and the paleness of his skin. She stopped and came in, a concerned look on her face.

"What?" Mac managed to croak out.

"Happened outside the crime scene. They took Messer to Jacobi Medical Center," Flack continued. "I'm on my way now."

"And Lindsay?" Mac whispered.

"Sorry, Mac. From what I hear, it doesn't sound good. Two witnesses say they saw a man shoot Messer and take Lindsay with him in a car."

Mac dropped the phone and pitched forward. He caught himself by gripping the edge of his desk. Stella rushed forward and caught his shoulders, bringing him back up. She picked up the phone.

"Hello?" she said hesitantly.

"Jesus, Stella, is Mac still there?"

"He just about did a header off his desk, what's going on?" Stella continued as she held Mac upright. Flack explained to Stella what had happened and Stella told him they were on their way. She hung up the phone and pinned Mac with her eyes. He slowly brought his face up, wide eyed and full of fear.

"How could this happen?" he croaked out as the tears threatened to fall. Stella took a deep breath.

"She's going to be ok, Mac. We'll find her. First let's go see what Danny has to say," Stella replied prodding Mac to come with her. He nodded slowly and followed her out the door, lost in his own world.

He suddenly stopped Stella with a tug on her arm. Stella looked at him with curiosity as she saw the pain and panic in his eyes. It was something she had not seen in him for a very long time and she wondered if he was thinking about losing Lindsay. She waited for him to say something.

"Stella, it's not just Lindsay," he said in a whisper, as he struggled to keep from hyperventilating. Stella's eyebrows came together as she scrunched her face in confusion.

"What's the matter?"

"Lindsay's pregnant," Mac said as a new wave of panic threatened to knock him down. Stella steadied him and nodded her understanding, before she tugged him along with more urgency. They needed to find her, and fast.

TBC…