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, (2 to go) so sorry if I don't update as fast as I did with my other story. :| I also want to say that I am not a doctor, but I did some research into this chapter.

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

He closed his eyes, "Shit."

Flack pushed a hand through his hair and turned around to face a concerned Sheldon.

"I know why this is happenin'." He shook his head in disbelief.

Sheldon looked deep in thought, "Romano…the case from the other day Romano?"

Flack nodded grimly. Danny gently removed Lindsay's legs form his lap and sat them onto the chair, shuffling towards his friends, "What are you ramblin' on about?"

"Johnny Romano…he's missing." Sheldon stuttered.

Danny looked at both men incredulously, "Wasn't he sent to prison 3 days ago?"

"He was kept in the precinct for a few days. Something about a problem with his lawyer…" Flack's hand raked through his hair again, "He didn't leave until early this morning." Adam glanced at the clock from his position furthest from the TV; quarter to five in the evening.

"He couldn't have been able to plant any bombs though. He was locked up the whole time he was there." Sheldon reasoned with Flack.

"They had help"

All four men turned around to look at Lindsay who had propped herself up in the plastic chair, "He couldn't have done it on his own, and his bodyguards or whatever were locked up too. They have someone on the inside; a cop or…really anyone with access to the lab." She straightened out in the chair, clearly having shocked the other team members, "We have to look into who was in that lab before the explosions…and anyone who had been in contact with Romano or his gang in the past three days. As of now, everyone is a suspect."

Later, in a warehouse situated next to the Hudson in the industrial area, the moonlight cast a subtle glow across the river giving it a gloomy appeal; appropriate for the meeting taking place.

"It's done."

"How did we do?" Johnny Romano was stood in between boxes containing imported goods. He was surrounded by heavier men in suits; guns concealed under their jackets.

One of the three men in front of the gang spoke up, "Four dead. None of our original targets but there are masses of people injured."

A larger man spoke from the corner of the warehouse, his voice becoming louder as he neared the group, "News confirmed Taylor and his partner Bonasera are in critical condition at Bellevue. They're the only two names worth mentioning apparently."

"You did good Officers," the man smirked, "I guess I can say that you've served you purpose." The man turned to make his exit, leaving behind the three young men who turned to each other looking suddenly confused.

The remaining gang members brought out their hidden weapons and carried out the vicious attack. They then stripped the bodies and disposed of the bloody clothes. The bodies were then thrown into the water along with their shoes, the rest of their clothes were burned. There was no evidence left to suggest such an attack had taken place.

The loud ticks of the clock were becoming more than annoying as the seconds turned into minutes; minutes into hours. It was now way past midnight without as much as a whisper about the condition of Mac or Stella. Sheldon and Adam had gone home a little while ago, knowing they were no good to anyone exhausted. Flack had stopped pacing and was currently staring at the blank wall. Lindsay hadn't been able to fall back asleep, so she settled for stroking Danny's hair while he slept in her lap.

Dr. Rainey had seen many distraught families in her 7 years of practice, however this 'family' was one of the most devoted she had ever seen. Having already being emotionally drained and exhausted, she found it remarkable that they would not leave until finding out anything about their friends. She felt proud to be the one to deliver such news; even if it was not what they wanted to hear.

Lindsay was the first to glance up at the thirty-something doctor. She had long brown hair tied back and piercing blue eyes. She offered Lindsay a warm smile. This was it. Lindsay shook Danny and nudged Flack to warn them that they were about to hear about their friends. Suddenly full of energy all three stood up for the news.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Rainey, are you waiting for news on Mr. Taylor?"

She offered out her hand, to which Flack shook vigorously, "Yes, I'm Don Flack. How is he? And Stella…is she okay?" He winced, remembering her thin pale form being loaded into the ambulance.

"I'm Mr. Taylor's doctor, Ms. Bonasera was taken into surgery by Dr. Price. I'm sorry but I don't have any updates on her. Mr. Taylor, however, suffered a large blow to the head resulting in a grade III concussion. This has caused retrograde amnesia." Lindsay gasped, "Which, however, is not permanent. It's only a slight lapse in memory. He will gain most of this back over time."

Flack looked at her confused, "Over time?"

She sensed his worry, "Over a period of 2 to 3 weeks. He will have only lost approximately 2 weeks. He also suffered serious burns to both his forearms and a minor burn to the side of his face. These were cleaned up and bandaged to save from infection." Seeing a wave of relief wash over the team, she felt her heart twinge at the information she was about to give.

"Mr. Taylor broke both of his legs due to the extreme pressure placed on them by the concrete. We've already preformed surgery. We placed a set of six pins into each leg to join the bone. I've given Mr. Taylor a strong sedative to help him rest. He will also be on an antibiotic line to keep his legs from any infection." She paused allowing the occupants of the waiting room time to digest all of this new information, "…Mr. Taylor will be in a wheelchair for up to four months. Does he have any immediate family he can stay with while his legs heal?"

Flack swallowed and spoke up, "No…his, his mother died…a few years back. I can…I have a spare room. I'll look after him…I'll arrange everything now…if that's, if it's okay?"

Dr. Rainey smiled at him, nodded and began down the long corridor. Flack paused and shouted at her retreating form, "Wait! Are you sure you…you don't know anything about Stella Bonasera?"

She stopped, "I'll try and find her doctor. She was still in surgery, after we finished operating on Mr. Taylor. We'll be moving him into his own room soon. I'll tell you which room he'll be in when he's comfortable." She continued down the hall until she disappeared round the corner.

Lindsay furiously wiped at her eyes to stop her tears from rolling any further down her face. She was relieved that Mac was safe; she was tormented by the fact that Stella might not be. Her knees finally gave in as she collapsed into the nearest seat. Danny sat beside her and helped wipe away her tears, fresh ones already stinging her eyes.

Flack laughed silently. Lindsay whipped her head around to glare at him, "What could possibly be funny?"

He turned around, "Do you remember when the lab was just newly furnished? All the glass and the yellow?"

Both Messer's nodded, curious at to where this was going.

"Well, the glass in the lab has just been fitted and was really, really clean. Anyways, Stella and I had just caught this one guy and we were about to go for lunch, but she needed her jacket and as we were walking through the lab she decided it would be fun to sneak up on Adam who was in the lab. She shaped her hands like a gun and ran around the corner, where she collided with one of the new glass windows…" He trailed off. Smiles graced all three team member's lips remembering the week Stella had taken off for 'personal reasons'.

Flack continued, "She broke her nose and was so embarrassed that she didn't go to hospital for two days. She didn't want anyone to see her, even if it was someone who was trying to help fix it. I swear I could've wet my pants that day."

Danny laughed, "Could've?"

Lindsay joined in relentlessly teasing Flack. The tension in the room was instantly lifted.

"Do you remember when Mac realised that he was in love with Stella?" Danny grinned, he remembered that day well. Flack was confused, "What happened?"

Lindsay carried on, "He didn't know how to act around her anymore and she knew something was off. Mac had already told Danny about his troubles with being around her. It was like a chain reaction, he told me and I told her." Danny snorted knowingly.

"She started to toy with him. She 'dropped' files near him in order to bend over in front of him. She stood extremely close to him as well. She knew exactly how to play him. But, she wasn't expecting him to lose it and crush her against the lockers when she attempted to change in front of him." Flack then remembered what she was talking about. He happened to be the one to walk in on them; both half dressed pressed against the lockers. The vision of Mac - shirt unbuttoned, pants unzipped - with Stella's lipstick smeared across his chest would be forever burned into his retina.

The laughter died down after a few more stories; Lindsay sighed, "She'll make it. She will. I know she will."

Danny looked at her and nodded.

It was two in the morning by the time Dr. Rainey came back with all the papers necessary for Mac's release.

Seeing all three team members asleep in various awkward positions she chuckled. She gently shook Flack awake. "Mr. Flack? I have some forms for you to fill in."

He opened his eyes slowly, focusing on the glare of the blinding lights, "Huh?"

"Mr. Flack, I have the forms I need you to fill in. And I have some news for you."

He became wide awake at the mention of any updates, "News? What is it? Good?"

"Mac has been placed in a twin room. Once Dr. Price has finished surgery, Stella will be moved from ICU into that same room. I suggested it would make things easier for you all." She gestured to the Messer's, who were currently sleeping together on one chair.

"He's awake and he's very eager to see someone he knows." She smiled as she watched his features light up.

Mac lay on the small bed with both of his legs casted and propped up against numerous pillows. The side of his face was bandaged up, which made it hard for him to see out of one of his eyes. His arms were also heavily wrapped up. He was hooked up to an IV; His nurse told him it was to save his legs from any infection. Whatever they gave him for his pain was working, really well. He seemed dazed.

Lindsay was the first one through the door. It nearly flew off its hinges.

"Maaaac! You're okay!"

She ignored the pain that seared through her shoulder when she threw her arms around Mac. Danny and Flack both pulled her from him and sat her down in one of the chairs opposite his bed. They exchanged hugs and handshakes.

Mac glanced at her, "Well, I wouldn't say okay, but I'm alive." He looked at the tired threesome, "What happened?"

All three younger members traded awkward glances and found the floor suddenly more interesting. Danny piped up, "We reckon it was Romano and his boys. There were bombs…everywhere."

Mac took in the lack of bruises or cuts on either man, "Why are you both…unscathed?"

"They were stuck in the elevator. Me and Stella were in her office…there was one under a desk…She's still in surgery…she has been for hours." Lindsay clasped Mac's hand.

Confusion graced his features, "But she was on her day off. She wasn't supposed to be in today…I left her in my apartment this morning…"

Flack sighed, they had been warned, "Mac, that was 3 weeks ago. You've hit your head pretty bad and your doctor said that you have retrograde amnesia."

Tears glistened in Mac's eyes, "Was she…really bad?"

Danny started, "We don't know…yet…" He couldn't finish.

A knock at the door startled all four occupants. They turned to face a man in a white overcoat and dark blue scrubs. He looked around fifty and had salt and pepper hair.

He strode over to Mac's bed, "I'm Dr. Price. I operated on Stella Bonasera."

Lindsay could already feel the tears welling up in her eyes, her grip on Mac's hand tightened. Danny put his arm around her shoulders in order to offer some sort of support, he could feel himself breaking down too. Flack looked expectantly at the older man.

"…I'm afraid it's bad news."

Eeeeeeep! :)