Disclaimer: If I owned CSI, I would be able to take over the world, mwah ha ha ha ha ha …ha …ha…sorry, evil genius moment.
A/N: I know that some events may not be what happened in the actual episode, but this isn't an actual episode, is it?
Chapter 1
Mac Taylor kicked the red front door down, despite the officers ordering him not to. He ran inside the house, frantically searching for anyone who was alive.
"Lindsay? Anna? Are you here?"
He checked the master bedroom, and saw that the wardrobe door was slightly open. He pulled out his gun, and pointed it at the door, cautious not to make any noise. He pulled the door open and saw a scared six-year-old clutching a baby wrapped up in a blanket.
"Lindsay!"
Mac crouched down so that Lindsay could hug him, although she was careful not to squash Anna.
"Mr Taylor, I'm scared! I want my mommy!" she sobbed. Mac couldn't bear to tell Lindsay what had happened. It would only upset her more. He gently took Anna and held Lindsay's hand. The three of them left the room and went out into the hallway, where the other officers were waiting.
"Mr Taylor, we've called Child Services. Someone is on their way to pick up the girls," said a young, female officer.
"Just a moment," said Mac, and leaned down to Lindsay. "Pack a bag with your clothes and Anna's and bring me your car seats," he whispered. Lindsay skipped happily back to her room.
Mac straightened up. "I'm sorry, but they won't be taking these girls to a foster home, or anywhere like that."
The young officer looked confused. "Sir, I'm sorry, but I don't quite understand -"
"I'm taking these girls home," interrupted Mac. "I have a wife and child, so it's not as if you have to worry. They'll get more love and care than any foster home could give."
Lindsay came skipping back, pulling her toy trailer, which had two bags, a baby seat and a booster seat on it. Mac took Lindsay's hand and led her out to the car, leaving the officer speechless.