Hey! I am soooo sorry I didnt notice that i put up the wrong chapter!!!! so here is the real chapter 4. Enjoy!

Chapter 4

Mac exited the elevator on the main floor and walked to the doors that lead outside. Mac stepped out of CSI Headquarters and began his descent to the dimly lit street

below. Looking around, he noticed that no one was around. No cars drove by, and no one walked along the sidewalks. "It must be later than I thought.' Mac thought to

himself. Flipping open his phone, he glanced at the clock. 4: 19 a.m.. It was late. He must have been working on the case longer than he thought. No wonder no body was

out and about. Even the bars filled with drunks were probably empty by now. Stepping onto the sidewalk, Mac decided he would walk home. It was slightly chilly out, but

Mac had a jacket on, and he really needed some fresh air. He only lived two blocks away, after all.

Mac's mind wandered back to the case. He had saw the desperate look on Danny's face when he had told him that they didn't have enough evidence. He needed to

catch this guy. He owed it to Danny, to Louie, Danny's brother. An icy gust of wind brought him back to the present. He now regretted his decision to walk home, but he

was already half way. Shivering, Mac wrapped his jacket tighter around him. Quickening his pace, Mac slipped his hands into his pockets, trying to keep them warm.

Mac quickly walked past a dark alley, feeling uneasy. Feeling like someone was watching him, Mac glanced around. All of a sudden, BAM! Something hard smashed

against the back of his head. Mac quietly crumbled onto the sidewalk, clutching his head. He looked up, dazed, only to see a dark figure swinging a pipe at him again. Mac

rolled over, just barely missing another blow, this time aimed at his chest. His instincts began to kick in. He kicked out, trying to knock his attacker off his feet. The dark

figure saw it coming, though, and easily stepped aside. Tackling Mac, he grabbed his arm, yanking it roughly up against his back. POP! His shoulder felt like daggers had

sliced throught it. Mac cried out in pain. Mac brought his good arm up, elbowing the man in the face. The figure fell back, clutching his jaw. Mac quickly got up, favoring his

injured arm. The man also got up. Running at Mac, pipe raised menacingly above his head, the figure let out a cry of anger and pain. Mac lashed out, striking the man just as

he was about to swing the pipe. The man stumbled, but did not fall. The pipe rolled out of his hand. The figure punched him in the face. Blood flowed freely from Mac's

nose, but he hardly noticed. Grabbing the pipe off the ground, the man yelled again, fury evident in his voice. The pipe struck Mac in the back, causing him to fall down onto

his knees. Pain flared through his body. Looking up at the man, Mac recognized immediately who his attacker was.

The dark figure quickly grabbed a cloth from his coat pocket and roughly covered Mac's mouth with it. Mac kept fighting, trying with all his strength to get up, but his

marine training was no match to chloroform. Mac's body went limp, slowly slipping into a state of unconsciousness. "Sweet dreams, Detective Taylor." Sonny Sassone

muttered, wiping blood from his nose. He grabbed a roll of duck tape from his other pocket and wrapped it around Mac's hands and feet and covered his mouth. He

dragged Mac's unconscious body into the alley, where a black car was waiting. Grunting, he managed to lift Mac and shoved him roughly into the trunk of the car. Sonny

closed the trunk, making sure it was locked. Jumping into the driver's seat, Sonny put the keys in the ignition and started the car, making sure his headlights were still off.

Sonny smiled to himself. He was pleased with how well his plan was working out. "This is going to be fun." Sonny thought as he pulled out of the alley.

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