A/N: This fits in the same universe as my piece Entailed Disadvantage and takes place about 6 months after. You don't necessarily have to read that but you will know some characters a little better. As usual this is un beta'd all mistakes are my own and reviews are appreciated.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI: New York, but I do own the characters you don't recognize who are affiliated with the DC crime lab. They are purely factious and any resemblance to people real or imagined is coincidental.

A/N 2: Reposted as for some reason a large chunk of this chapter was missing.

Oh Captain, My Captain

Chapter 1

Tim McMann, CSI level one of the District of Columbia Metropolitan Police was tired and hot, and he was glaring at his girlfriend as she slept. But then he sighed It was summer and they both needed the break, he from the strain at the lab and she from the craziness that had been the school year. There had been the serial killer for him and then a rash of gang violence that had affected them both. It was some of her students that were ending up dead and he had to process the scenes.

But they had made it through and when school had let out for the summer and she had finished the administrative side of the job he had put in for some vacation time of his own. Rafe, his boss had basically shoved him out the door. So here he was now pulling into the outskirts of Manhattan ready to spend a few days in the city. He was tired but he knew that he was nowhere near as stiff as the girl in the seat next to him. "Hey sar, want to start waking up?

She mumbled groggily but did as he suggested. "We stopping soon," she queried trying to move slowly as her joints had locked up on the long ride.

"Yeah, I'm told there is a good restaurant a few blocks over. Moments later, when she mentioned to a café, he nodded and began looking for a parking spot.

Mac glanced at his watch as his stomach grumbled reminding him that it had been too long since he had eaten. He glanced at the board that showed where his team was. Stella and Lindsay were at a scene, Hawkes was on call, and Danny was in Autopsy. Following that train of thought, he headed to the morgue and found Peyton doing paperwork in her office. "Say, Dr. Driscoll, have you had any lunch yet?"

Peyton looked up ad smiled at the man who was leaning against her doorframe his tie already gone and his sleeves rolled up. "No, she smiled at him, "Are you buying?"

"I could perhaps be persuaded". He smiled at her and she jumped out of her chair to grab her purse.

"Or I could just yell at you for not eating for the past 12 hours." He just stared after her as she playfully brushed past him. "Don't look at me like that detective, you're not the only one who is paid to be observant." He laughed at her comeback and obediently followed her out to the street.

A few minutes later they found themselves a few blocks over from the lab at a small café that was finishing serving the late lunch crowd. It was busy but not crowded. They placed their orders; Mac got a loaded burger and Peyton a salad. Mac took the moment, as was his custom to look around. There were younger adults eating and talking and an older couple who seemed to be taking their time with an afternoon out. There was a solitary man in a baseball cap sipping his coffee.

Mac excused himself from the table for a moment to use the restroom, and when he returned he saw the man in the cap talking to Peyton. The look on her face was clearly agitated, but it was subtle, and only those who knew her best could see it. Mac moved forward his hand brushing the gun at his side he moved to interfere.

The man must have sensed him coming and the net thing Mac knew he saw the flash of sunlight off metal. "Peyton run!" was all he got out before he felt a searing pain tear through his left shoulder. Caught by surprise he staggered and dropped. He thought he could see Peyton's back as she ran out he door, but everyone was screaming. Or it could have been the sound of a mortars dropping. His senses were over loaded and he wasn't sure of anything but danger.

Tim heard the gunshot as he stepped on to the curb a door away from the café. Without thinking about it his hand was on his gun. He had brought it with him unintentionally. Sarah's reaction was to grab the medical bag resting in the bed of his pickup. They saw two people bursting out the door. A frightened woman followed by a man in a baseball cap and he was defiantly carrying a gun. In silent agreement, Tim took off after the suspect, and Sara made her way into the restaurant, pushing past a small crowd of people. "I have medical training; let me through."

There was a man on the ground, bright red blood at his shoulder. His shirt was raised and she saw the badge at his belt. A busboy near her who passed her clean towel seemed to have it together the most. She tossed him her phone as she sank to her knees. "Call 911. Tell them there is an officer down." She began pressing towel in to the wound trying to stop the bleeding with pressure. She tore open his shirt and felt for a pulse at the neck. "Tell them that a DC police officer is pursuing the suspect; the officer and the suspect are armed and the suspect is chasing another woman."

She heard the message dutifully repeated as she counted. The breathing was calm and deep and she almost missed it, "Peyton," the word was barely a breath.

"She's going to be okay and so are you." She looked up and saw a bullet in the wood work. The bullet hadn't damaged anything vital if she had to guess but there was still a lot of blood.

The man began to shake and Sara cursed silently. Anything but shock. She dug in her bag with a bloody hand and threw her medic's jacket over him. She could hear the sirens. The EMT's pushed their way in. The bleeding looked like it had slowed but she couldn't be sure. The paramedic recognizing the insignia of an emergency worker even if it wasn't his city talked to her as he began to stabilize the man. "Talk to me."

"Gunshot wound to the shoulder I think the bullet is in the door frame. Bleeding has slowed, steady pulse. Signs of the beginning of shock."

The man nodded as he and his partner took over moved Mac to a board. "Ride with us. It was a command if Sarah had ever heard one and she only followed. She climbed in the back and the door slammed. Sirens blared loudly. She was alert, but her thoughts began to stray towards Tim.

Tim pounded down the street. His muscles were pounding with each step as he focused on the road in front of him. Seriously this woman could run. He had passed her heels that she had literally ran out of and he wondered what the pavement was doing to her feet. He knew this had to stop and so he pushed himself further

The woman turned down an alley and Tim heard the man ahead of him chuckle and mutter "dead end"

That was bad, but Tim saw his chance. There was another alley nearby a small hedge separating them. Praying that it ran parallel he turned and put on another burst of speed; he ran couching so the man wouldn't' look over and see him. Stopping when he figured they had, he listened at the man's snarl. Glancing at the wall of plant beside him that rose to his chest he backed up and vaulted it. Pushing off of it with his hand for momentum, he dropped as he had planned between the woman and her attacker. He moved backward shielding her.

Her attacker was so surprised that someone had dropped out if the sky that his gun wavered. It was all Tim needed as he launched himself at the man trying to pin him down. He heard sirens in the distance. The other man heard them too and they must have given him a burst of adrenaline. He slammed Tim into the wall, and took off not even bothering to grab his gun.

Tim staggered to his feet and turned to the woman knowing he was in no shape to pursue the other guy. He helped her to her feet noticing she was shaking and blushed. "Sorry if I was a little rough."

She shook her head at him and the first of the squad cars pulled into the alley.