Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own CSI: New York or any of its characters :(

Summary: The team's lives are put in danger as a notorious gang leader takes his revenge.

Author's Note: Doing my exams atm, so sorry if I don't update as fast as I did with my other story. :| (2 exams down, 3 to go.)

"I'm assuming that because she's had a nose bleed, she might have a traumatic brain injury." Stella was lying on the metal trolley Lindsay had found in the remnants of the lab. Sheldon was checking her pupils, "They aren't dilated, so it's not as severe as it could have been, it is still pretty bad though."

They had argued over how to get Stella down the stairs earlier. Carrying her was out of the picture. Then Lindsay found the trolley; they were good to go.

"Alright. Adam you go to the back, and I'll pull at the front." Sheldon had taken charge from the beginning. Adam and Lindsay had let him, willingly, because of Stella's fragile frame; they didn't want to hurt her anymore than she already was.

"I'm on it." Lindsay noticed that Adam was physically shaken by the whole ordeal. Seeing his friend like that wasn't helping. As they set off towards the stairs, Mac's office caught her eye. She stopped in front of it as the others carried on.

The office was a wreck. The ceiling had collapsed into the room. His desk was flipped over and was in three pieces, the shelves had also fallen from the walls. The windows were smashed and the wind was slowly creeping in chilling Lindsay to the bone. She didn't feel right. Someone was behind the incinerated desk

"…He…Help…" the person was overwhelmed by a fit of coughing.

She was horrified when she discovered who the voice belonged to.

"Mac! I didn't know you were in here!" She gasped when she finally what state he was in. His bottom half was crushed by the pieces of concrete that had fallen. The right side of his face was badly burned along with both of his forearms. He had protected himself from the blast.

"My legs…I can't, I can't…feel them." Lindsay could tell by the scratchiness of his voice that he had inhaled some of the dust that had settled. She looked around wildly for someone to help; she knew Mac didn't have a lot of time left if he stayed under the pile of rubble.

If someone was near she knew they would hear her, "HELP! SOMEONE!" She ran towards Mac and began lifting the larger pieces of ceiling. He was fading, fast. She noticed something in the corner of the room.

Mac's Phone!

She crawled towards it, picked it up and dialled the only number she knew off by heart.

The building was rapidly becoming surrounded by ambulances and fire engines. The place was in hysteria. Danny and Flack were looking for their team when they noticed Sid sat in an ambulance near the entrance to the building, the wound on his head being cleaned and bandaged.

"Sid! What the hell happened here?" Flack couldn't contain his worry any longer.

Sid looked up relieved to see someone he knew, "There were bombs everywhere. Six in total…I think. Three in the lab, um…" he paused to try and remember what had happened, "…two in the morgue and one in the elevator shaft on the left wing."

Danny's face paled, "Shit, Linds was working today." He turned around and tried to keep his emotions in check.

Sid suddenly became confused by the men's clean clothing, "Where were you, were you in the building?"

Flack glanced down at himself, "We were in one of the elevators, on the 6th floor. It stopped and we were stuck in there…"

They were interrupted by the shrill ringing of Danny's phone. "Well, I guess I've got signal now, eh?"

Flack was about to respond before Danny's head shot up, "It's Linds!" He answered it, "Baby, are you alright? Where are you?..."

Flack could hear Lindsay shout over the phone from his place next to Sid, "Its Mac…He's…stuck…I need help!"

Danny and Flack both set off running into the building, much to the distaste of the Firemen, "Hey! It's not safe in there, you can't go in!" He knew he didn't stand a chance as both men darted for the stairs.

"Lift on three, okay? Three!"

Sheldon and Adam had made it to the 16th floor by the time Danny and Flack met them. Danny was unfazed by the sight of a bloody Stella being carried on the trolley as he kept climbing the staircase. Flack on the other had come to a halt, "Shit, what the hell happened up there?" He whispered it, more for his own benefit.

Sweat was running down Sheldon's face, his wound was becoming a hindrance, "Don, help us. We lost Lindsay. I don't know where she went."

Adam shook his head, "She was right behind us, then…I dunno…" he then stopped realising Flack and Danny were trying to get back into the building, instead of trying to get out, "What are you guys doing?"

Flack turned his head to find Danny gone, "Its Mac…we don't know, he's stuck…somewhere."

"…Ma…aaac."

All three men turned to Stella who was once again clutching her head with her good arm. She wasn't yet fully conscious.

"We have to go, she needs medical attention, fast." Sheldon began moving the trolley again.

Flack turned his head to look up the stair well again before taking off his jacket and gripping the side of the trolley. Adam nodded, as the three men began carrying the trolley down the stairs.

Danny was running through the halls of the lab frantically, yelling, "Lindsay! LINDSAY! Where are you?"

Lindsay was inside what was left of Mac's office and was still struggling with the concrete, "Help! I'm in here!" She looked up to see Danny coming towards her. He embraced her before turning to see his boss drifting in and out of consciousness. He tried to keep his overwhelming nausea at bay; He had to be strong. For Lindsay, for Mac.

"We'll lift the bigger pieces together. Ready?"

Lindsay could only muster a nod.

Finally, when the building was classed stable, firemen and paramedics flooded in. Flack, Adam and Sheldon were near the 7th floor by the time the paramedics had taken over. They were left to walk down the stairs themselves and watch helplessly as Stella was loaded into an ambulance.

Mac was almost free when the firemen arrived to get rid of the rest of the concrete. Danny took a crying Lindsay into his arms and they walked towards the stairs, paramedics running past them with a gurney.

The team would never be the same again.

"The New York City Crime Lab suffered great distress today as their building was placed under attack. We'll have more news updates coming your way after this."

The TV in the hospital waiting room was small and placed high up in the right corner of the room. Sheldon walked towards the group after being seen by a doctor. The gash on his side had been taken care of and he had been given antibiotics to keep it from any infection. They had been waiting there for any news on Mac or Stella for over three hours.

Lindsay had fallen asleep in Danny's arms after having her head wound sewn up, along with the cuts on her back. Exhaustion was clearly setting in on the team.

"…In other news, the convoy escorting convicted felon Johnny Romano has finally been found deserted at the side of the highway."

Flack's head whipped around to the TV, he reached up to it and raised the volume.

"…The convoy was found with two of the officers dead inside. The armed officer locked in with Romano has been transported to hospital after suffering a shotgun wound. It seems the truck didn't make it to Rikers. We'll have more on this story after this short break."

Flack backed away from the TV, remembering Johnny threatening Mac…

"You'll regret this. You. Your team. Your whole office. You'll see"

He closed his eyes, "Shit."

I wasn't studying today so I thought I'd write a little :D Hope you enjoyed it !