A/N: Finally! I'm posting the first part of a two part story (I think). I wanted to post the story sooner but I ran in a bit of trouble…..originally this should have become a Danny/Mac story, however season 2 started and introduced Lindsay. And now I'm stuck…..so I'm asking for your help (no response means no second part people! Because I'm really stuck!). Sooo what kind of story would you like? A Danny/Mac (this will be a slash story then), a Danny/Flack (same rule as Danny/Mac) or a Danny/Lindsay fic? Please let your favourite pairing be know…..the one with the most votes wins………and no votes means no ending!
DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me! I'm doing this only for entertainment!
A angel with silver wings.
'The third week of the heat wave was finally getting on every ones nerves', Flack thought while swiping the sweat of his forehead with one hand. The heat was getting everybody, because of the extreme heat tempers flared easily and had thus far resulted in more then a few violent acts. But when the call about this case came in Flack realised quickly that this case had nothing to do with short tempers induced by heat. So he had requested that someone from the Lab accompanied him. Looking at the floor where Danny was, Flack was annoyed to see that Messer did not suffer from the heat…. or the stench.
Neighbours had started complaining about the stench coming from the house next door, and when the police had decided to check it, they had found a horrific scene. A man was beaten to death in such a way there was nothing human about him anymore. Even Flack who had witnessed more gruesome scenes then most officers felt sick. And seeing Danny's face told him that the other men felt the same.
While Flack was studying the vic an Danny started processing the scene, they both missed the opening of a door, that had been hidden in one of the many shadow rich corners the room had. A figure observed the officer through half lidded eyes.
"They had no right to be here; taking his sacrifice away. The message he had received had been clear: 'kill a innocence and the angel for which you have been waiting will come to you' but now the cops where here and he would never see his angel. Snarling he studied the dark haired cop who was walking towards someone crouched on the ground. Eyes widening when he took in the figure……….there on the ground next to his sacrifice was his angel. Greedily he absorbed the man's features: from the lean muscular body to the bluest eyes he had ever seen. The snarl disappeared and was replaced by a more sinister look……..Yes this was perfect, the pureness that the man radiated could only come from an angel. Now smiling the man's eyes followed the 'angel' while he talked with the dark haired cop , meanwhile planning on taking him from the scene.
Danny Messer studied the victim and processed the evidence, but could not help it to look over his shoulder every once and awhile. He could not shake the feeling that he was being watched. Once again looking behind him, he scanned the room. 'There in the shadows of one the corners….he could have sworn that he had seen something move.' Taking a deep breath he took a few cautious steps towards the corner while tentatively calling out to Don. But before the cop had the chance to react a figure jumped out of the shadows and grabbed him, forcing him with his back against the attacker's chest while a strong arm curled itself around his throat, cutting of his air. Struggling he could vaguely hear Flack yell, but the attacker only intensified his grip and began dragging him into the corner. While dark spots began to appear in his vision and the feel that darkness was creeping up on him, he had time for one last coherent thought: 'why is he dragging me into a dead corner?" before he lost consciousness and slumped into the mans arms.
Smiling the man lifted his unconsciousness burden more secure in his arms, backing further into the corner. With one eye he held the dark haired cop progress in check. Shifting his angel in his arms he grabbed the door handle behind him and slipped into the opening, stopping briefly to put the angel on the floor so that he could lock the door behind him. That would stop those nosy cops from following him. Smiling he heard the cop's frantic yelling and banging on the door, they would not get his angel. Bending down he gently gathered his gift into his arms and walked down the hallway that led to safety……..for him and 'angel'.When Flack had heard Danny's calling, he had been to slow. When he had seen the man grab Danny by the throat he had been petrified for a second to long and now he was gone, taken by some mad man. Pushing the fear down that had started to paralyse him for the second time, he grabbed his phone: Mac had to be told. Yelling at cops who had arrived that they should secure the building and making sure that the 'Bastard' could not escape, he waited for Mac to pick up.
Finally, he heard the other man's voice. Not giving him any time to ask what happened he just said it: "Mac, we need your help! Danny's been taken!"
TBC………..