Dark Heart

*This is a CSI NY/Supernatural crossover. I do not own either of them. No not even a little!

As always thanks Axellia!!! Your help is really appreciated!

Chapter 4 – The Story of Jessie's Life.

Flack shook his head. "I better not run in to you two again. Now get out of here before he changes his mind." Flack indicated the door. The two men got up and quickly left the room. "Damn it." Flack slammed his chair against the table. Mac was not acting like himself. He took a few calming breaths and then went looking for him. Out in the hall he spotted him further down talking with Stella, and watching the group leave. Don walked over to them. "So do you mind telling me why those two are walking? 'Cause I couldn't even get a name out of them. We have zero info on them!" Don was more curious then angry.

Mac looked straight at Don. "Jessie hired them, she's scared Don. It's her right to protect herself. For some reason those two make her feel safe. I wasn't going to deny her that." Mac challenged. "It's a small price to pay to give that woman a little piece of mind." Mac gritted his teeth. "If they get in our way or put Jessie in danger, we'll arrest them. Now can we focus on the case? Stella has some news."

The taller of the brothers held the door open for the others. He looked back and saw the look in the older Detective's eyes. He was definitely serious, Sam thought. "So where to now?" Sam asked his brother.

Dean looked at Sam. "First we go back to the hospital and pick up the car, second we figure out what Denton is."

Julie pointed to her car across the street. "I'll give you a lift and then I have to go see if I still have a job left. Dean, why is it I know how much trouble you are and yet I look forward to your visits?" Julie smiled coyly at Dean.

Dean smirked back. "So do you still have that little naughty nurse's uniform?" Dean slung his arm around her shoulders.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Guys, do I have to be the one to point out that we're here to try to save Jessie?" He looked at Jessie and gave a slight shrug and smile.

Even as Jessie smiled there was still a deep sadness about her. "It's actually a nice change then the usual police being overly serious or thinking I'm a nut. Course we could all be nuts and then I'm just happy for the company. Kidding!" Jessie teased as the others all stopped and looked at her. "I just don't get what's going on. You guys are hunters?"

Sam smiled sympathetically. "It's hard to believe, trust me I understand. We hunt the supernatural. The things grown-ups told you don't exist. We find them, and then send them back to hell."

They all got in Julie's car. Jessie sat in the back beside Sam quietly processing all the new information. "So all the bad horror movies I watched, they actually have some sort of truth to them?" Julie asked Sam.

Dean chuckled. "It's funny you should mention horror films, this one time…"

Sam cut his brother off. "Dean, can we focus please, we don't have a lot of time." Turning back to Jessie he answered. "Yes, Demons, Ghosts, Zombies, Vampires and more, they're all real. Just like what's after you. Now you said he was a stalker, and he was shot by the police?"

Jessie nodded. "He was killed by the police. One thing I didn't tell anyone, because I knew no one would believe me is I knew he was dead. The other night when he attacked me, I could see the bullet hole in his neck. I know it was him, I watched him get shot."

Dean started. "So that's easy enough. The walking dead. So we find him, decapitate him and torch him. End of zombie."

Sam shook his head at his brother. "I doubt it will be that easy. Someone had to claim the body from the morgue, then raise him. He's not alone." Turning once again to Jessie. "You said this guy Denton was a Satan worshipper? That he was convinced that you were destined for something?"

Jessie looked uncomfortable but nodded. "He somehow believed that I was destined to give birth to a new world leader. Someone that was going to bring peace to the world like never before. He believed, believes, he's an assassin of Satan. He's supposed to kill someone for him and then I'm supposed to be his prize." Tears were filling up in Jessie's eyes. "Dammit, I am so sick of crying, and being sad or scared. I'm so sick of being the bloody victim!" Jessie punched the seat in front of her. Dean jumped.

"Hey careful there, you got a mean jab." Turning in his seat he looked at Jessie. "You're not the victim anymore. You're going to help get this thing. Ok?" Dean smiled at Jessie.

Jessie smiled back, the first real smile she'd felt in a long time. "Ok." She nodded and looked out the window.

Sitting on her couch later that afternoon Jessie felt better. She wasn't just waiting to be killed this time, she was doing something, she thought. The police were also working on the case. She jumped at the knock at the door. "I might be doing something but I'm still a wuss," Jessie mumbled under her breath as she walked to the door. "Who is it?" she called and waited nervously.

"It's Detective Taylor."

The familiar male voice came through the door. Jessie relaxed and then looked at herself. Dressed in sweatpants and a tank top she couldn't have been more casual. She unlocked the door and let Mac in. "What can I do for you Detective?" Jessie eyed the bag in his hand.

"I was talking to your landlord today. We're trying to track down everyone that had access to your apartment key. He told me you haven't had the locks changed in over a year and he agreed that with what happened it was time." Mac smiled. "So I picked up a lock and a security lock and thought I would get it done sooner rather then later." Mac looked at Jessie waiting for a response.

Jessie looked at Mac, the bag in his hand and shook her head. "You went out of your way to pick up a lock for me?" Mac nodded slightly. "And now you're going to install it yourself?" Jessie questioned him. "Why?"

Mac shrugged and starting taking items out of the bag. "It needs to be done."

Jessie touched Mac's shoulder. "But why you? I doubt you have this compulsion with all your cases."

Mac looked at Jessie's hand still touching his shoulder. He reached up and took it in his. "I told you in the hospital. I wasn't going to let anyone hurt you. It seems likely the suspect gained access through the front door. You've had all the windows changed and it wasn't a ghost that grabbed you the other night." Mac watched trying to see if Jessie would disagree when she didn't he continued. "So it seems to reason the best start was to get a new lock on the door. I also noticed that you haven't got a security lock on the inside, so I grabbed one of those too. I also wanted to see how you were doing."

Jessie smiled. "Well then, I'll put on a pot of coffee and fix us a couple of sandwiches." Jessie pointed to a door to Mac's right. "Tools are in the closet." Jessie disappeared into the kitchen.

Mac went about changing the lock. It was pretty simple to switch out the deadbolt from the old to the new. The interior security lock was a little trickier, but he got through quick enough. He was cleaning up when Jessie poked her head around the corner. "Everything's ready if you are." She smiled slightly. "Have a seat." Jessie indicated the chairs on the other side of the counter.

Mac nodded and joined her in front of the kitchen. He looked at the coffee and the sandwich. "Thank you, this was very nice of you." He took a sip of the coffee.

Jessie sat down beside him. "So, have you always wanted to be a police officer?" Jessie asked taking a bite of her sandwich.

A couple hours later Mac and Jessie were sitting on the couch, still talking while finishing the last cups of coffee from the pot. Jessie was surprised at how understanding Mac was about the loss of her Mother, even sharing stories about his late wife. "It's funny how few people understand survivor's guilt. I feel like there was something I should have done, something I could have said."

Mac reached out and took Jessie's hand, squeezing reassuringly. "I used to think of reasons that Claire would have stayed home, if I'd gotten her phone call and told her to go the other way. It fades, not completely, but there does come a point where it doesn't consume you."

A knock at the door caused Jessie to jump slightly. "Who is it?" She called out, taking her and Mac's now empty cups to the kitchen and placing them in the sink to hide her embarrassment at being startled.

"It's Dean and Sam," called Dean's familiar voice. "We've got some information."

Jessie looked at Mac who was already putting his jacket back on. "Information?" he asked her.

Jessie opened the door and let the men in. Sam held out a key. "Sorry, I tried the key you gave me, but it doesn't seem to be working." Sam and Dean then noticed Mac as he walked toward them.

"Information?" Mac questioned again. He looked expectantly at the two men.

Dean tensed. "That New York City parking is horrendous." Dean strode past the Detective and took a seat on the couch.

Sam looked at Mac apologetically. "Dean, play nice. I think we owe him for not arresting us." Sam pulled out some folded papers from his pocket and handed them to Mac.

Mac scanned the papers. "What is this?"

Sam looked at Jessie. "According to a group of Satan worshippers, this is the story of Jessie's life."