Title: Baby Taylor

Summary: When Mac left London, he had a lipstick mark on his cheek, but he left Peyton with someone much more important to worry about. He left her pregnant. 13-years-later a girl turns up at the CSI lab, and shows Mac that she is his daughter. Mac is now forced to change his lifestyle to look after a teenager. And a clever one at that.

Disclaimer: I do not own CSI:NY. Never will.

A/N: NO FLAMES! Not accepted.

2nd A/N: I know that it seems unlikely that Mac would leave someone pregnant but neither knew until Mac was back in New York and he was so busy he couldn't leave. It's fiction let's remember that.


Chapter One: Amanda

"Detective Taylor?" McKenna Taylor looked up to be met by a girl with long straight dark brown hair and grey eyes. She was beautiful no doubt. Mac frowned as he got to his feet. He beckoned her inside and leant back against his desk. She looked at lot like someone that Mac had once thought that he could spend the rest of his life with.

"I know that I look a lot like someone you know. I've been mistaken for my mother many times." She said without being asked. Mac knew who she was talking about. There was no mistaking; this young girl was Peyton all over again. Her hair, her eyes.

"There is no mistaking who your mother is. You are Peyton Driscoll all over." He said. The girl smiled. She reached into her satchel and held out an envelope and then held out a sheet of paper.

"My mother asked me to give you these. She said you'd understand." Mac looked down at the sheet of paper. It was her Birth certificate. Her parents were listed there above her own name.

Peyton Elizabeth Driscoll and

He stared at the second name and looked back up at the girl. She was looking at his certificate for his service in the Marines.

McKenna Boyd Taylor III stared back at him from the birth certificate. He then tore open the letter.

My Dearest Mac,

I know her appearance bears a striking resemblance to my own, I always imagined my daughters would. She's a smart girl, Mac. Clever. Like the both of us. I have sent her with all her reports and papers to enrol her in a New York school. She has to be with her father. I'm unable to take care of her anymore. Please look after our little girl. She can fill you in on my condition. Please Mac, take care of her.

Always,

Peyton

Mac looked up at the teenager again, she was clearly a teen. She'd started to turn into a young woman. Mac could see rounded hips and her chest had stared to develop also. Mac guessed she was in her early teens.

"So," he glanced at the Birth certificate, "Amanda," She turned and cut him off.

"Manda…Mum used to call Panda." She said, she had that same voice as Peyton did too, Mac would have to get used to that.

"Manda…I guess you have your stuff somewhere ready to move in right?" Amanda nodded and indicated to the door of his office, there sat 3 bags.

"It's my clothes and a few other things. My school stuff and my laptop, iPod stuff like that. I made sure I packed when I'd need. Mum said she'd send other stuff out to me each month." Amanda explained. Mac nodded slowly. He said if she wanted to she could sit in his office and read or something until his shift finished at 6. She smiled and dragged her bags into his office to sit with her, she pulled out some books, they looked like standard English novels. She'd need new ones for her school here he was sure.

"How old are you?" He asked. Amanda rolled her eyes.

"I'll be 14 in six weeks." She told him with a smile.


"Uh…Mac? Why is there a teenaged girl in your office?" Danny asked. Mac looked over to where he's left Amanda, she was still reading.

"She's…uh…Peyton's daughter. She's about 14. She'll be staying with me for a while." He said.

"Peyton Driscoll's daughter?" Lindsay asked. Mac nodded. Danny looked at Lindsay and they shared a look, it wasn't lost on Mac. He knew what they were thinking, they'd be right. The teenager in his office was his daughter. Lindsay looked across at the girl and smiled.

"She looks a lot like Peyton, Mac. She's pretty." Mac glanced back at Amanda and smiled softly. He could see now that Amanda had laid down on the couch and was listening to her iPod having either finished the novel or gotten bored. She was his. Biologically. He'd have to get used to the word 'Dad' first before he told the rest of the team. He was afraid that he wouldn't make a good father. He had been more of a friend than a father to Reed, and now he had Amanda. This was going to be very interesting. The third time Mac glanced over at Amanda, she had fallen asleep. He could see her chest rising and falling evenly. Mac would make sure he took her shopping tomorrow for anything she'd need that he didn't have or that she hadn't brought with her. This was going to be a learning curve for him and he was unsure but ready to face it head on.


"Manda? Manda, wake up." Mac gently woke her when it came around to 5:55, she slowly opened her eyes and sat up slowly, realizing that she wasn't in a bed but in fact on his couch in his office.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Detective Taylor!" She said, he shook his head.

"It's ok. And you don't have to call me Detective Taylor; I'm not technically a stranger. I'm your father remember?" Amanda nodded slowly.

"Sorry, I've just never had a father before." She said. He nodded.

"Well you can call me Dad if you like." He said she shook her head slowly.

"I think I'd feel better calling you Mac for a while. Because anyone can be a father, but it takes someone special to be a Dad." She said, he smiled.

"Ok…I can deal with that for now. Let's go home. Tomorrow I'll take you shopping for anything you need." He told her, she nodded and got up, Mac grabbed two of her bags and she lifted her backpack up onto her shoulder. He noticed the way she carried herself would be the same way that Peyton would if she were still at school.

"I'll also do some investigating at the schools here, see if I can get you in, it's half way through term but I'm fairly sure you can still enrol." He said absently on the way to the car.

"Oh, no it's ok. I'll enrol for next term." Amanda said hurriedly, "there's not need to put me in half-way in. Starting a fresh at the start of term would be better." She said, Mac glanced at her but agreed perhaps the start of term would be better.


"There's a spare room through there…I don't think there's a bed in there though. I'll have to get one delivered. You've caught me off guard Manda." He said scratching his head.

Amanda shrugged, "That's ok. I'll sleep in the couch tonight. As long as I can sleep somewhere I don't mind." She said. She reached into her duffel bag and pulled out what looked like an oversized cushion. She would obviously use that as a pillow. When she got ready for bed, Mac made sure there was a blanket for her and made sure that she'd be comfortable. She put a glass of water on the coffee table and was soon enough fast asleep. Mac watched her sleep form the doorway to his bedroom. He smiled. Peyton was still teaching him things. This lesson was going to be one of the biggest and more challenging of his life. He was sure of that. But for now, he was happy to have his very own 'Panda' with him in New York. Already he loved her.


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