Disclaimer: I do not own the CSI:NY characters. I do own my own character but she is taken by Dr. Sheldon Hawkes. I guess it's a good thing that I do not own the characters because if I did the world would be a dirtier place.
Notes: This is my first CSI:NY fan fic on this site. I have written one by myself and am currently working on a sequel of a combined fan fic on the CSI:Miami message board. This is a SMackedfic with hints of DL and HawkesOC. I wrote this because I can never find any SMackedfics. Please R & R. Constructive criticism is wanted. This is a slight crossover with House M.D.
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Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Detective Mac Taylor's cell phone was going off. He woke up, mumbled something under his breath, and answered it.
"Taylor," Mac said groggily into the speaker of his Treo.
"Mac, it's Flack. We have a scene at 1st Avenue and East 6th Street," Flack replied the wind blowing around him.
"Okay I'll be there," Mac hung up. He went through his morning routine and drove to the address. He shivered when he got out. Even for New York City, it was cold. The entire team was already there obviously having had at least 3 espressos each.
"So what happened here, Hawkes?" Mac asked looking at the two dead bodies. He was sickened at the brutality of the murders.
"Our female victim, Natalie Connard, was beaten then shot execution style. Our killer missed and hit her in the shoulder, and she died of exsanguinations. Then the murderer shot her in the head after she was good and dead. Our male victim, Justin Connard, was killed after his wife. He was strangled then shot in the head for good measure after he was dead too. Mac this guy is sick," Hawkes spat with disgust.
The team fought the brutal cold while they processed the scene. The wind chill had to be in the negatives, and the team knew it.
"Alright Mac, Montana and I are going to the lab before we freeze to death. We will go to autopsy get official COD though Hawkes is probably right. We will be in trace," Danny yelled to Mac. The wind made it impossible to hear very well, but Mac just nodded. After several more hours they had finished with the scene, and Mac, Hawkes, Stella, and Flack went to the lab. Flack went to the break room to wait for a lead to follow up on. Mac and Stella went to DNA, and Hawkes went to the fingerprint lab. After processing ever single piece of evidence for prints, Hawkes collected what he had and sent the evidence to Mac and Stella in DNA.
"Thanks Hawkes," Mac said to the doctor. Then for the next 6 hours Stella and him processed the evidence and found limited DNA. Danny had gotten the bullets from the autopsy and left Lindsay with the trace to go to ballistics.
"Bottabing," Danny said as he found the owner of the gun used to kill the couple. He raced to tell Mac and Stella. Danny was not watching where he was going and sort of ran into the glass door of the DNA lab. Mac and Stella looked over to the door and saw Danny on the ground. They put two and two together, and they burst out laughing. Danny came in the room with the suspect's name in hand.
"Danny, you okay there?" Mac asked not succeeding at stifling his laughter.
"I'm fine. I have the suspect's name," Danny said embarrassed.
"That's great. Where does he live?" Stella questioned Danny. She stole the document anyway and handed it to Mac.
"New Jersey. Let's go," Mac told them halfway through the door.
"Whoa Mac! Wait up a bit," Stella called after him. She and Danny jogged to catch Mac. Hawkes and Lindsay were in the break room talking to Flack.
"The suspect he is in…" Mac started.
"New Jersey, we already know from the trace and fingerprints," Lindsay interrupted.
"Let's go," Mac impatiently said.
"Shouldn't we at least wait to call NJPD?" Stella asked.
"This guy has had enough time to get back to his house. He could leave by the time they get him," Mac answered not thinking clearly.
"Do we have any evidence that he is in New Jersey right now?" Stella inquired trying to slow Mac down.
"Paid with a credit card at a restaurant," Flack answered for Mac.
"Okay then let's go," Stella said. The team rolled their eyes. It was cold outside and they could have NJPD pick him up. Nevertheless they followed their superior out. The drive down was tiring for the CSI's. Danny, Lindsay, Hawkes, and Flack went in one car. Mac wanted to drive his own vehicle down there, and Stella went with him.
They finally arrived at the address. Mac and Flack went to the door to arrest the suspect. Stella, Lindsay, Danny, and Hawkes were getting their kits ready to process the house. Mac yelled the protocol "NYPD." When there was no answer Flack kicked in the door.
"Mr. Athins this is the NYPD. Come out with your hands on your head," Mac ordered. They heard noises so they readied their guns. Mac went right, and Flack went straight. Mac turned around when he reached a dead end. He found Flack on the ground seizing then a shot rang out. Flack stopped seizing for a moment while blood started to come from his leg. Mac fired his gun in the direction the shots came from. He heard a grunt as the suspect went down.
"Hawkes, get in here! Flack's injured!" Mac bellowed outside. He then called dispatch where they sent an ambulance to the address. Hawkes was applying pressure to the wound. After 3 minutes, the ambulance arrived and loaded Flack up. Mac looked over at the team. Danny, Lindsay, and Stella were standing there in shock. Hawkes was covered in Flack's blood. Mac looked at himself and found Flack's blood on him.
"He's going to make it Mac," Hawkes said adamantly. Mac was trying hard to believe him.
