Disclaimer: I do not own any CSI:NY characters.
This is my first attempt at a CSI:New York fan fic, it's my take on what could've happened after 'snow day' when Mac and Peyton left for London, my third fan fic ever.
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Chapter One
The announcement from the pilot causes the usual scramble as everyone hunts out the parts of their seatbelts to fasten them.
"You ready?" Asks Peyton, looking at Mac.
"Sure I am." He replies smiling. They fasten their seatbelts, then settle down, holding each others hand.
Going to visit London wasn't something Mac had planned, but now he was really looking forward to it. He wanted to see the sights and learn more about the rich history England had to offer. He couldn't wait to sail down the Thames, take a tour on an open topped double decker bus, visit Big Ben, peruse all the galleries and museums, and to ride The London Eye. So much to do! Where to start?
After collecting their luggage, Mac and Peyton had walked through the exit at London Gatwick airport to find a gentleman in uniform holding a placard with their names. Now sitting in the back of a comfortable limousine they're chatting happily.
"So, what hotel did you make reservations at?" Peyton asks.
"Well I thought a nice one, for a special occasion, so, The Plaza on the River Club and Residence. It's really close to lots of the sights and transport links." Answers Mac.
"I know the Hotel Mac, it's lovely, and like you said, near the sights, but it's very expensive" she exclaims, taken aback.
"I know" Mac replies simply, smiling at Peyton.
...
After checking in they go to explore their suite. The living area is large with luxury hard wood flooring, the bedroom has high quality carpeting and full height windows overlooking the River Thames.
"Look Mac" exclaims Peyton, "You can see so much from here."
Mac joins her at the window, "good choice then?" He asks, laying his head on her shoulder.
"The best" she replies.
"We've got a fully equipped kitchen here too - including a dishwasher" says Peyton excitedly, investigating the rest of the suite. "And a washer/dryer" she finishes.
"Home from home!" Answers Mac, "though I don't think we'll be cooking here!"
Peyton laughs. "Want to unpack?" She asks Mac.
"Not really" he says, "but I suppose we should, you can decide where to go for dinner though."
Once they were unpacked Peyton giddily says "let's just go out and see where we end up, I know you like to plan ahead, but I think it'll be fun."
They change out of their travelling clothes, and when Mac finally decides he's ready, they set off.
"You're sure you want to just see where we end up?" He asks uncertainly.
"Yes" replies Peyton, "come on"
She drags him out of the room and into an elevator. They step out into the foyer, walk through the lobby and out into the warm evening.
"London" sighs Peyton, "miss this country more when I come home than when I'm in New York."
"Don't get any ideas" chastises Mac jovially.
They hold hands and walk towards Westminster underground station,
"we'll do it properly shall we?" Mac says, pointing to the sign.
"The underground?" asks Peyton, "fine by me."
They travel across to Green Park on the Jubilee Line, then catch the Piccadilly line to Piccadilly Circus. Surfacing from the station Mac takes in all the lights of the circus,
"Is there somewhere here to eat? I'm hungry now!" He asks.
"I know somewhere I like" answers Peyton, a glint in her eye.
"Then that's where we'll go" says Mac. They walk along the road for a few minutes, crossing at the lights. The silence between them is comfortable, the hubbub around them ignored.
"Here we are." States Peyton
"Rainforest Café!" exclaims Mac, "seriously?" He asks.
"Yes," she replies, "I like it here."
"OK" Mac replies, "anything you want" he smiles.
They have a nice dinner and discuss what to do the next day, before heading back the way they came for an early night. With all the travelling and excitement they were shattered.
"Night Mac" breathes Peyton, lying down.
"Mm hmm" Mac replies, climbing into bed next to her. He kisses her forehead, "sleep tight" he whispers.
...
Peyton turns over and realises she's alone in the bed. She sits up and stretches.
"Mac!" She calls out. There's no reply. She pulls herself up, gets out of bed and walks into the living area. Mac is sat at the table poring over guide books and maps.
"Morning" he says, looking up.
"Hey" Peyton replies, "I wondered where you'd gone, you didn't hear me call out?" she finished enquiringly.
"Sorry, maybe because I was concentrating. Looks like a fine day out." Mac says nodding towards the window. Peyton wanders over to the windows, he was right, it did look like a lovely day, even with the haze that always seems to hang over London.
"Are you going to get ready?" Mac asks, a little impatient.
"Of course. You're eager." Peyton replies a little taken aback.
"I want to see things, sorry!" Says Mac, getting up and going over to her. He wraps his arms around her and says "I really want to go on the London Eye."
"Ok I'll shower now" says Peyton smiling, she unravels herself unwillingly from his embrace.
Thirty minutes later they are both ready to go, Mac says excitedly "I'm not even hungry, do you want to skip breakfast and take an early lunch?" He asks Peyton, who nods in agreement.
"It's already ten o'clock anyway" she says, "lets go straight to the London Eye, it's only across there and it may not be too busy yet" she finishes.
Luckily for them it is quiet, they buy their tickets and join the short queue. By twenty past ten Mac and Peyton are riding in a pod. As it wasn't that busy, their pod is only occupied by them and two other men, who were keeping to themselves on the other side, talking quietly to each other. Staring out of the glass Mac was drinking in the view, they were just looking at Big Ben and the Houses Of Parliament when there's a huge crack. Mac and Peyton jump, their ears ringing. Turning quickly Mac sees one of the men who're sharing the pod with them holding a gun, the other is laying on the floor. He steps protectively in front of Peyton.
"Sir, I don't think you want to use that again" he says sternly. The man looks confused and alarmed. He glances at the gun, then at the man on the floor like he can't believe what just happened.
"I, I, I" he stammers.
Peyton pushes past Mac, "let me check him out" she says, and before Mac can stop her she's with the prone body on the floor. "He's gone" she says, looking at Mac.
"Come back over here" says Mac, not taking his eyes off the gunman.
Hope it got you interested...