Author's Note: I do apologize for taking a bit of time on this one, and this will likely be the last chapter up for a few days as I'm heading to Lexington, Kentucky for a three day venture, but anyways…I was a bit unsure where to take this, but I've finally decided! I'm leaving the poll up on my profile for you to give your opinion on how I should then go at Chapter Three! In the meantime, though…here is Chapter Two, long overdue…

CSI: New York – Somewhere Out There

"SHUT UP!" Casey yelled angrily.

Mac and Madeline both flinched, Madeline from the angry tone of Casey's voice, Mac from Casey hitting him across the face, again.

Casey stormed off, leaving Mac and Madeline tied up in the room. As soon as Casey was gone, Madeline turned her attention to the cop beside her.

"Are you ok?" she asked hesitantly. She didn't even know his name.

The man nodded. "Yeah, I'm good," he said, wiping a hand across his cheek and looking at the blood that had come off on his fingertips.

"Who are you?" Madeline asked.

"I'm a detective with the NYPD, my name's Mac Taylor," Mac responded, ignoring the blood on his fingertips as he turned his attention back to Madeline.

"A Las Vegas CSI, Dr. Raymond Langston, came to me after he chased one girl to Miami. She was a girl like you, stuck in this trafficking ring, but he found her dead in Miami. Your mother reported you missing and we believed you had been taken by the people in the trafficking ring so Langston came to me and my team and we were looking for you," Mac told her, taking a pause here to look around, wondering if they were being watched.

What would it matter if they told each other secrets? From what Mac knew and how much anger had been directed at them so far, he knew they were both most likely dead unless they could think of how to get out of here pretty soon.

"Then how'd you end up stuck with me?" Madeline asked.

Mac sighed and looked back at her. "Casey Steele, the driver, he kidnapped me when we were looking for you in New York," he said. "I made a mistake, and it wouldn't have made much…of a difference…" he said, an idea striking him. That mistake he made by holstering his gun in New York may just save their lives!

"What is it, Detective Taylor?" Madeline asked.

Mac looked down at his holster. He frowned. "Casey has my gun," he said. That was bad and good all at the same time. It meant they had a chance to get that gun from Casey and escape, but it also meant that Casey could shoot them.

Madeline nodded and found herself staying close to the detective. She was scared and she didn't even really think twice.

Mac noticed this as well, but he didn't try to pull from her. This girl had been through some terrifying shit. Who would he be to question her looking for protection?

CSI: Crime Scene Investigation – The Call From Langston

Catherine sighed and paused for a moment to take a break from running at full speed to try and keep the lab going. She was brought back to the present as her phone rang. She grabbed it and looked at Caller ID with a bit of confusion on her face.

"Ray…is everything ok?" she asked as her answer to the question.

"No, we have a detective missing," was Ray's answer.

Catherine was silent for a moment as that information set in. "A detective? From New York? Who is missing, Ray?"

"Detective Mac Taylor, he's the head of the New York City Crime Lab. We almost had Casey Steele and Madeline, but we've looked over this entire junk yard searching for Mac after our original search for Madeline, but we have nothing!" Ray told her, sounding stressed.

"What are you saying?" Catherine asked, a bit worried on what she knew Ray was trying to point out to her.

Ray sighed. "I'm saying I'm afraid that Casey Steele has taken Mac. I think they're heading your way."

"We're on it. I'll alert the rest of them team," Catherine said. There was a moment of silence between the both of them before Catherine finally said, "We'll find them. Both of them."

CSI: New York – We're In Las Vegas

"You have the girl?"

Mac and Madeline fell silent at the sound of voices outside the door.

"Yeah, but I came across a bit of a…minor problem." That was Casey.

Casey came in with another man, both of them with guns. Casey had his gun aimed at Mac and Mac nearly flinched as Casey cocked it.

"NO!" Madeline yelled.

"Shut up!" both men yelled at once.

Casey turned his attention back to Mac, resting the barrel of the gun against his temple. Mac looked past the gun, which he recognized as his own gun, to lock his gaze with Casey's.

"You won't get away with this," Mac said.

Casey nodded. "Oh really? To me, it doesn't seem like you're in the place to be making threats, Detective," he pointed out.

Mac remained silent. He was not going to give Casey the satisfaction of him admitting that Casey had a point. He watched as Casey tightened his finger on the trigger.

"If you're going to pull the damn thing, get it over with," Mac growled, losing his patience as Casey flashed an evil grin. He was also nervous. Was Casey really going to do it? Would he really take the risk of shooting a cop?

Mac got his answer as Casey moved the gun and fired. Mac was a little shocked by the sound of the gun going off, the searing pain in his shoulder making him wince.

"NO!" Madeline yelled again.

Casey and his friend laughed as they walked out as Mac struggled to get a grasp on what just happened, his jaw clenched against the pain and his breathing slightly abnormal from the shock of getting shot.

Madeline moved so she could look at the wound and Mac felt the blood soaking through his shirt. He winced from the pain and Madeline looked at him, worry written clearly all over her face.

"You need to get out of here," Mac told her, finally getting over the shock and feeling more of the pain and wondering how much damage the bullet did as far as internal damage.

"What?" Madeline asked, looking at him with a bit of doubt joining the worry in her eyes. "You're hurt and you need help, what about you?" she asked.

Mac sighed and looked at her. "I'll find a way, but you need to get out of here and find the police to tell them what happened and who you are," he told her.

When Casey and his friend walked in on them again, Mac found Madeline putting herself between her and Casey. "I won't watch you shoot him again," Madeline said, somehow finding a way to keep her voice steady and strong.

Casey and the man he was with and the two of them shrugged, the one man grabbing her arm roughly and standing her up, starting to lead her out. "No, Detective!" she yelled as she struggled.

"Madeline!" Mac yelled after her, only to find the gun in his face again.

"I advise you be quiet," Casey hissed at him.

Mac looked back at him. "What are you going to do to her?" he asked, not sure he wanted to know the answer.

Casey laughed a little at the question. "I think you should be more worried of what we're going to do to you," he said, pulling something out of his jacket that made Mac's eyes go wide.

"No, please…don't do this!"

"Just be quiet and maybe this will go quicker!"

"NO! PLEASE! DON'T DO THIS!"

Madeline listened through the thin walls, feeling tears starting to slide down her cheeks and she flinched from the sound of desperation in Detective Taylor's voice. What was Casey going to do to him for trying to help her?

Her mind was racing and then she heard something that made her blood run cold.

There was a scream of pain and then she heard a gunshot.

Then everything was silent. Eerily silent. That type of silence was a bad type of silence…

She held both hands over her mouth as tears kept sliding down her face. She closed her eyes, they couldn't have! Could they?