"You got anything for me, Sid?"
Sid looked up over the rim of his glasses at Mac and hesitated a moment before answering him. "Yeah…"
Confused, Mac responded. "Okay, than let's have it."
"Okay, well you're definatly dealing with a serial killer here. The bullet I pulled from the victim's stomach looks like it matches the one I pulled from Lisa Adams. And also…well, he seems to have the same kind of art on the back of his neck that Lisa did," he finished as he slowly moved his head to one side.
Mac got a little closer and sighed with dissapointment when he saw the same hundred dollar bill tattoo on Matt's neck. "I'd really like to know the significance of this. What do money and young people have in common?"
Sid shrugged his shoulders. "Your guess is as good as mine."
Shaking his head in disgust, Mac turned around to head back to the lab. "Alright. Well I'll let you know if I find out anything."
As Mac walked away, his attention was suddenly turned to a women's voice screaming just outside of the morgue. Curious, he quickly made his way over in that direction and saw a distraught women with tears flowing down her face make her way towards the morgue doors, Jo despratly trying to hold her back.
"Mrs. Watson, please just calm down. We can't let you in there while his autopsy is being performed!"
"NO! Get off me! I need to see if that's my son!"
In a final attempt to keep her away, Jo placed her hand on Mrs. Watson's shoulder, suddenly receiving an elbow to her ribs, making her double over in pain.
Before he knew it, Mac's feet raced over to them, trying to bring about some peace. "Whoa, whoa, whoa ma'm I need you to calm down," he stated, standing in front of her.
"No, not until I see if that's my son in there!"
"Okay, okay, relax. I'll go speak with the doctor in there and see what I can do but you need to calm down you understand me?"
Without saying a word, she nodded, leaning against the wall.
"You okay?" Mac asked, as Jo rubbed her side.
"Yeah, I'll live. But I think for our future safety you and I need to stay away from grieving mothers from now on."
With a grin, Mac nodded his head in agreement. "Agreed. I'll go talk to Sid and see if he's started the autopsy yet."
Mac then made his way into the morgue, just as Sid was getting his tools ready to cut into him.
"Whoa, Sid, can you hold off on that for a minute?"
"Yeah sure," Sid replied, putting the saw down. "Why, what's going on?"
"Matt Watson's mother is here to id the body and she's a bit frantic."
With a sigh, Sid nodded. "I understand. I'll move him over by the window."
"Thanks," Mac replied, walking out.
"What'd he say? Can I see him?!" Mrs. Watson asked frantically.
"Yes. Just follow me over to this window."
As Mac, Mrs. Watson and Jo made their way over to the window, Mac couldn't help but feel discouraged. Why were these young lives being taken? It was a question he wished he didn't have to ask, and a question he hoped to find answers to very soon.
"Okay, you ready, Mrs. Watson?" Jo asked.
Letting her tears speak for her, Mac took one look at her and then at Sid, giving a simple nod. Sid then pulled back the white sheet, soon reveiling her son's face.
Without a word, Mrs. Watson put her hand on the window, looking as if she was in a trance. "Matt? Oh no…My sweet boy…Why? Why?"
She then collapsed to ground, sobbing, with her face buried in her hands. As Jo leaned down to comfort her, she exchanged a look with Mac, both of them knowing without a doubt that they had to catch this person, no matter what it took.
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"No, I have no comment on that. Next question."
A couple days later, Mac was standing outside of the station in front of a swarm of reporters, who were trying as well as he was to get some much needed answers on the recent killings of the two young kids.
"Detective Taylor! Do you have any ideas as to who may have done this?"
Mac shook his head at the reporter, and responded. "No, not at this time. Look, all I can say at this point is that the NYPD is hard at work on this and hope to have some answers soon. And I just want to give a message to parents and teens out there to be careful. At this point it seems that we have a serial killer on our hands. So until he or she is apprehended, I advise for everyone to be extremely careful. Especially those of you with kids. Thank you."
Rushing inside, he left the questioning reporters outside and stood there for a moment trying to collect himself.
"Hey Mac," Sheldon said, walking up to him. "This came for you."
Curious, Mac accepted the brown package that Sheldon handed him. No return address, just Mac's name in bold letters. He then opened it slowly, getting a bit nervous at the thought of what could be inside. As he tore the tape apart, he gave one last look to Sheldon and with a deep breath he opened up the flaps of the box and peeked inside.
Shocked and confused, Mac reached his hand inside, pulling out several hundred dollar bills, covered in blood.
"What kind of sick joke is this?" Sheldon asked, confused.
Without saying a word, Mac then pulled out a note, his eyes growing wider as he read each word on the page. "I don't think this is a joke."
He then handed the note over to Sheldon, who looked just as freaked out as he read it:
You may not know me but I know you Detective Taylor. I will have my revenge soon. Until then you're going to know what it's like to lose people taken before they should. See if you can stop me…