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AN- I have this posted in CSI Fandom. I wanted to see if anyone would be interested here. This first chapter is the three chapters over on the other site.

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"Guard found him just after daybreak. They didn't hear him doing his morning prayers like he's done for the last five months. Guy that found him noticed he wasn't moving, checked for a pulse and noticed the blood," Detective Don Flack reported, holding the pad out to recite from the notes he took when talking to the guard. Mac Taylor stood over the body of John Doe, the only name they could give to the Cabbie Killer.

"The press is going to have a field day with this story. Cabbie Killer Found Dead," Mac said, taking in the site of the man that had killed seven people. Almost eight, he thought, remembering the fact he had to hold the wounds on Reed's neck closed while the medics rushed to the scene. He pushed the memory aside as he took a look at the body. It wasn't the amount of blood that was next to the neck that caught his attention. It was the color. The blood was a deep red, almost black.

"Stella, take a shot of this," he said, grabbing a swab out of his kit while Stella Bonasera brought up the camera and took several photos of the blood. Mac took a sample and sealed it immediately.

--

"Reed," Mac said, surprised at the site of his stepson sitting on the couch in his office.

"Mac, I umm…" he started, standing up to face him. "Is it true?"

"Is what true?" He was looking at papers of cases that came in.

"Is he dead?"

Mac closed his eyes. "Yes, he's dead." He looked back up at Reed, who had his head bowed.

"I was hoping he was wrong."

Mac walked over to him. "Hoping who was wrong?"

"Andy Stevens, he took over the crime blog. He said he had an inside guy tell him that the Cabbie Killer was dead."

Mac noted that someone in the department was leaking stories before going on. "I didn't know you got moved."

Reed had a grim smile climb on his face. "Yeah," he huffed, which bordered on a laugh, "celebrity gossip. Editor thought it would be better for me to keep out of the limelight."

Mac was about to reply when his phone started ringing. He answered and listened for a few minutes. "I'll bring Lindsay and Hawkes. They can work on it as a separate crime scene," he informed, hanging up after.

"What's going on?" Reed asked.

"Someone just made the ME's van go off the road. The body's missing." Mac gathered his stuff and left Reed in his office.

Reed sank back on the couch and pulled out his phone. The real reason he had come to the office was on the phone. He pulled up the message he received three days ago. A picture of him sleeping took most of the space. There was still enough room however, to include a text at the bottom of the screen. "You're never safe. We'll be coming back."

The bodies of the driver and the medical assistant lay on the side of the road. Several police officers were waiting on the very outskirts of the scene, looking anywhere but at the bodies. Hawkes was the one pouring over the bodies, taking pictures and getting a closer look at anything lying beside the victims. Lindsay was going over the van that had been run off the road.

"Hawkes," he called, heading over to the bodies.

"I hope you haven't had any food. The bodies are ripped apart. Multiple lacerations along the chest that head down to the pelvic area; the neck has been severed with an unknown object and all the blood's been drained."

"Blood's been drained."

"Methodically, our perp chose the places that would bleed the most in a short amount of time. The carotid artery might have been the first target, but that will be determined with autopsy. Also," he pointed out several problems with the opened chest, "someone took out some of this guy's organs. The heart, liver and kidneys are missing."

"Note whatever you can now and tell Sid so he won't have to recreate the list."Hawkes nodded and pulled one of the ME assistances to list the items.

"This van is covered with blood. Arterial spray on the windshield and in the back," Lindsay started, making mention and pointing to the blood.

"It's not enough to account for the five to six liters that a normal adult male would have in their system. Arterial spray only accounts for a liter at best."

"Which means there are four to five liters missing for each of the victim that isn't here."

--

"Mac's not going to be back for a while. Maybe you should head home," Stella told Reed, walking into the office.

"Thanks, I-I think I'll wait."

Stella took the left side of him. "Reed, is something wrong?"

He looked down for a minute, contemplating whether to let her in, before he held out his cell phone. The photo was still on the front. "I don't know who sent it to me, but they took that within my apartment when I was sleeping."

Stella analyzed the photo for a minute. "All right, let's see if Adam can do anything." She led Reed down to the AV lab. He waited outside the glass while Stella handed his phone to Adam.

"I'll see if I can't track back to the number that sent the message. I'll check the number to see if anyone's connected to it."

"Thank you, Adam." Stella walked out and faced Reed. "All right, has anyone been harassing you?"

"Nothing beyond the normal threats."

"Threats?"

"Lawyers threatening to sue, people that call about the cabbie killer, nothing close to a death threat."

"Do you have any of those threats?"

"They're on the voice mail."

"All right," Stella said, wrapping her arm around Reed, "I'm going to send you home with Danny. He isn't doing anything with cases right now. Would you feel better if we had someone at the apartment?" She was leading him to the elevator.

"I think I'll be fine, thanks."

--

"Hey, we're going out for drinks after work Friday. Wanna join?" Danny asked Reed as he stepped out of the vehicle.

"As long as they are no celebrities. I don't feel like working when I should be relaxing." He was about to step into his building when he noticed a blood trial leading inside. "Uh, Danny?"

Danny turned off the vehicle and came out to join him. He drew his gun and was calling for backup. He went forward and warned Reed to stay outside.

The inside was dark. Someone knocked out the lights, he thought, pulling out his flashlight and shining it before him. "NYPD, anyone here?" he yelled out. He took three steps and saw something hanging from the railing upstairs. He shined his light up to see a woman, around 30 years old. Her intestines were wrapped around the railing and holding her there. "What the hell…" he started before someone hit him in the head with something. He fell to the ground; the person then took his gun.

Reed waited outside until he heard someone coming out the door. He looked up expecting Danny, but saw a face that several hours earlier he had just been told was dead. "How is this possible?" he asked, unconsciously trying the door handle after backing into the car.

He was picked up by the neck and slammed against the car by a cold hand. Reed looked up into the face of the Cabbie Killer. "I still have to carry you across the river," he said. His other hand was holding Reed's right arm back while the one holding his neck had moved to the back of his head. His head was pulled back and the throat was moved forward. He tried kicking and hitting him, but that only enraged him.

The face that haunted him gave away to a different face. The eyes were a glowing yellow. The forehead to the area between the brows was scrunched. Canines that had been normal were now extended past to almost hit the lower gums. The teeth were now coming closer to Reed's neck.

"Carry him across the river? Are you sure you want to go across the Hudson?" a voice rang out, carrying a tone similar to sarcasm, "Because the currents will sweep you under and vampire strength doesn't help with the swimming too much."

The killer turned to a woman standing about ten feet away. She was wearing black jeans with a black shirt. Her blond hair was in a bun with two sticks sticking out. A leather jacket was being worn, but it wasn't zipped up. The man looked back at Reed and slammed him back against the car, causing his head to hit. He slid down the side and collapsed on the ground. "I need to carry you across," he again said in a monotone, pointing at him and facing the woman.

She had already cut half the distance when she was pulling out a stake from inside the jacket. He stood in place while she delivered a spinning kick. He caught her leg before it connected with his face. He twisted her legs so she ended up planting her face into the ground. The only thing that saved her was using her arms to block her face. Her position on the ground made her able to kick him in the chest. He let go of her leg and staggered a couple of feet back.

"Now you see," she started, delivering another kick that connected with his jaw, "you guys usually don't know how to stop me. So either you a, know who I am. Which given your total no saying who I am, I don't that's it." She delivered two quick blows to the abdomen, pushing him farther back.

Reed was just starting to come around and was holding the back of his head. He looked at the Cabbie Killer and the woman fighting him. His head was pounding but he wanted to check on Danny. He waited until they were a few feet away before going inside the building. He couldn't anything except the weak beam of light coming out of the flashlight. He picked up the flashlight and shined it down on the floor. Danny started groaning as soon as the light hit his eyes. "Hey, Danny, how badly are you hurt?" Reed whispered, not wanting to upset either of their heads and knowing the question "Are you okay?" would bring a "Are you an idiot?" look.

"Not bad, considering I got hit in the head. We might want to bring in some patrol though," Danny informed him, using him to lean on when getting up. They walked outside to the car, where Reed unlocked and set him in the back while he sat in the passenger's seat. Reed didn't see the Cabbie killer or the woman, so he figured they ran.

--

The Cabbie killer was starting to feel the pain of the hits when she delivered the round of punches. "I'm going to go with b, someone told you about me but they didn't give you a name," she pondered, using the time he didn't get up after her knocking him down to drive the stake in his heart. He disintegrated into a pile of dust.

She saw the guy was joined by another guy, older she noted. "Are you guys alright?" she asked.

"What happened to him?" Reed asked her.

"Let's just say you won't have to worry about him."

"That's what Mac said when they put him away."

"Put him away for what?"

"What are you two talking about? Reed, did you recognize the guy who attack me?" the other guy asked, hissing at his own voice hurting his head. She picked up an accent that fit with about half the contacts in the area.

"It was the Cabbie Killer," he mumbled.

Danny looked at him to see if he was joking. He wasn't. "How is that possible?"

"I don't know. It was him, all right? He said he still had to carry me across the river."

"All right, so how did the Cabbie Killer fake his death?"

"I don't know. He changed though; he grew fangs."

"Grew fangs? Like what, a vampire?"

"Ding ding ding, and the prize goes to the man with the glasses. Willow, tell him what we got for him," someone yelled, bringing hisses from both Danny and Reed.

"How about some ice? Don't yell so loud, Xander. They both have head injuries," the second voice replied. A man with an eye patch and dark hair and a woman with red hair walked into view.

"Vampires? Like Dracula?" Danny asked, laughing, "Soon you'll be telling me werewolves are real."

"My ex-boyfriend was a werewolf," Willow said defensively. Short sparks of electricity flew out of her hand.

"Will, he's not use to this like we are. He didn't see the guy vamped out. He did," the woman said, pointing at Reed. "I dusted this Cabbie Killer in the alley."

"On it," Xander saluted, going by with a handheld vacuum.

"What is he doing? This is a crime scene. I called for backup a couple of minutes ago," Danny said, standing up to face the woman. "Who are you?"

"My name's Buffy. The guy I fought was a vampire, and if you're right about him being in jail, then we have bigger problems than a crime scene."

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