Just now posting this story. I came up with the idea a while ago. It's kind of in the middle of the 7th season. I don't own them, because if I did Stella never would have left like she did.
"If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were." – Kahlil Gibran
Mac Taylor walked out of the elevator and saw his team working diligently as always. As a matter of fact, he trusted his team, they were like a family. Sheldon and Lindsay were in the trace lab, while Danny and Jo were in her office discussing a case. Mac had just returned from interrogating a suspect with Flack but had refused to crack which left Mac going back over the evidence in the hope they could put him away. They had a witness statement and a positive ID so far. Now all they needed was some DNA or fingerprints and they would have him. Mac had just entered his spacious office and saw that he had a message on his work phone. Mac sat down and pushed the play button.
"Detective Taylor this is all your fault. You will pay."
Mac felt confused and wondered if he should be worried. In his line of work, he got death threats often but something about the voice made him pause. The voice sounded deep so it was probably a male and something about it felt familiar. Mac searched his memory to see if anyone was angry or had threatened him lately and drew a blank.
Besides the obvious people he had put away and past suspects, but that list was small. Mac was just about to get up when a rumble shook the building. Moving to investigate Mac looked out the window at the other buildings and saw that they were structurally intact. It was just the building he was in that was shaking. As soon as he came to that conclusion glass shattered and caused lots of small cuts on his body causing him to lightly gasp in pain. The building started to shake harder and before Mac could steady himself he found himself falling towards the ground. As he went down he saw Sheldon grab Lindsay and shield her protectively from falling debris. The ceiling in Mac's office was starting to rupture and come down. Mac didn't even notice when a piece of debris was headed on a trajectory course for his cranium.
A few hours later.
Mac woke up slowly and found that his head was pounding. Instinctively his hand went to the top of his head, and when he looked at his hand he saw blood. He looked around for help, but remembered that something had happened in his lab. He slowly tried to reorient himself, but found it hard to see straight. 'Maybe I have a concussion,' he thought. Mac saw a pool of blood around him and wondered if it was his. He felt a stab of pain and then looked at his abdomen and saw a piece of shrapnel from fragmentation. Mac concluded that the blood was his and looked out at what was left of his lab. He saw fellow employees on the ground that were hurt as well and then his world went dark. Mac woke up some time later and now his head was in excruciating pain. That's when he saw a paramedic coming towards him with a stretcher.
"Sir, are you ok?"
"Yeah." His mouth was dry as he tried to speak again but couldn't. Mac didn't notice when more people came into the room and stood behind the paramedic.
"Mac you're going to be okay."
"Flack?"
"Mac, I hate to say this but you look horrible."
The paramedics slowly hooked him up to a portable heart monitor. Not long after that the paramedics had him on a back board and were carrying him out, but as they carefully maneuvered through the debris they hit something making Mac jerk on the board. The shrapnel moved and blood started to flow. The paramedic saw this and as they were loading him into the elevator.
"Detective, package the wound."
"What?"
"Stop the bleeding."
Flack took some gauze and pushed firmly on the wound around the shrapnel. The bleeding was slowing but was still trickling.
"Mac?"
"We're losing him."
The heart monitor beeped faster confirming what they had said as Mac lost consciousness and when he woke up again he was in a bright white room.
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