AN: Sorry for the long update!

18th November, 2007. 15:15

Lindsay was asleep after many hours in the hospital, waiting to give birth. As soon as little Benjamin Monroe Messer had been cleaned and been fed, Lindsay fell asleep. Danny was now holding the little boy in his arms. His son. Benjamin, as the boy was named, looked up at his father. Danny smiled. Then he remembered that his mother was waiting outside the room, to see her grandson. And Joan and Michael would soon be there too. They would only stop by for a short visit. Danny opened the door and peeked outside.

"Hey mom." He said, and walked towards his mother, Tracy Messer.

Tracy stood up from where she was sitting and walked towards Danny. She smiled widely as she looked down at the little bundle in her son's arms.

"Oh, what a cute little boy." She smiled.

Danny handed Benjamin over to his mother.

"Hey there, I'm your grandmother." Tracy grinned, she was about to explode of joy.

Danny was feeling the same way. Nine months of waiting, and here he was. He had a beautiful girlfriend and beautiful son. He was a father.

"His name is Benjamin, right?" Tracy asked.

"Yeah, Benjamin Mac Monroe Messer." Danny said, his voice full of proud.

Danny and Lindsay had both decided to give their son a middle name, and the first name they had thought of was Mac. Mac was sure to be shocked to hear that!

"Mac as in Mac Taylor?" Tracy asked.

"Yeah."

"Oh, boy he will be so stunned when he hears about that." Tracy chuckled.

Tracy had never actually met Mac in person, but both Lindsay and Danny had talked about everybody on the team. Tracy had however, met Sheldon, but none of the others.

Danny looked past Tracy and saw Joan and Michael approaching. Joan almost ran towards them and looked over Tracy's shoulder.

"Oh, such a sweet boy." She grinned.

Tracy grinned, and let Joan hold the boy. Joan was so exited to hold her first grandchild of course. Michael smiled down at the little boy.

"Is Lindsay sleeping?" Michael asked.

"Yeah, she was very tired." Danny yawned.

"And apparently so are you." Tracy grinned, "I think you need to sleep to."

"And by the looks of it, this little one will join you." Joan said, as Benjamin started to close his eyes.

She gave Benjamin back to Danny, and then let the proud father join Lindsay alone inside their room, while the grandparents went out to take a drink and celebrate. Danny put Benjamin down in the crib and then sat down in a chair next to Lindsay. He fell asleep, holding her hand.

-I-

Mac sighed as Chief Sinclair's boss, Damien Devon, also known as Boss DD, entered his office. Mac assumed that he was about to receive a tongue-lashing. Damien sat down across the desk from Mac, and smiled widely at him. (Damien Devon was not related to Jackie Devon, Sheldon's girlfriend).

"The future brings better things, don't you agree?" Damien asked, smirking.

Mac knew that whatever had brought Damien to the lab, it had to be either really good or really bad. Something was about to change, and somehow it had something to do with Mac.

"I guess so." Mac said.

"I believe it does. I believe that sometimes you have to wait for time to take its own course, and sometimes you have to give time a little push." Damien smirked, "Right?"

"Sure." Mac answered hesitantly.

Damien chuckled, "I have got some really good news for you my friend."

"Really? I wonder what that could be." Mac said, and drank some coffee.

"I'm promoting you."

Mac spit out his coffee, and almost hit Damien with it. Quickly he tried to wipe the coffee away from his desk. Damien chuckled, it wasn't easy to shock Mac Taylor, but he has succeeded.

"I'm sorry. What?" Mac asked, after a while.

"I want you to take Sinclair's position, as Chief over NYPD." Damien said, turning serious.

Mac shook his head. It was way too much politics, and he hated politics. Sure, it would be nice to call yourself Chief Taylor, but there was no way he would enjoy spending his days in an office. Sure, he had a lot of paperwork now as well, and he did spend several hours in his office. However, it was nothing compared to Sinclair. Sometimes it seemed, as the only way for Sinclair to leave his office, was to wait for an opportunity to yell at someone, for example Mac.

"What about Sinclair?" Mac asked.

"I'm firing him. He cares too much about himself. This job is not about caring for yourself, or even politics. It's about working to make a difference here in NY." Damien said, "Sinclair has forgotten how to do that, but you will never forget that."

Mac shook his head again, "I'm honored to be asked to take his position, but I have to say no."

"I thought you would say that." Damien sighed, "The thing is Mac, that I can't picture anyone else as Chief. It's you or nobody else, and how would that seem."

"Sir, I'm sure there are several different people within NYPD, or even from the outside, that are willing to be Chief."

"But I don't like them." Damien said, "Mac, you know that you would be a great Chief, I know that. Everybody knows that. And I know that you hate politics, but think about… Chief Taylor."

"Sorry sir, but no." Mac said firmly.

Damien sighed, but he didn't give up. He would push Mac a little bit more, and maybe he could get Mac to change his mind.

"Alright, think about what I said." Damien said, and left the office.

Mac said by his desk, in his chair and simply stared at his glass wall in front of him. He was stunned. He was still a Dt. He hadn't even been promoted to Srgt. Taylor yet, and now he was all of a sudden given the opportunity to be Chief.

"Mac? Mac?" Stella smiled, waving her hand in front of Mac's face.

Mac snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Stella.

"Sorry." He said.

"What's going on? Are you in trouble?"

"No, not at all." Mac said, "Quite the opposite."

Stella looked curiously at him. It had to be something good if it had stunned Mac.

"Well, what is it?" She asked, grinning widely.

"I have the chance to become Chief." Mac sighed.

"Chief?!" Stella exclaimed.

The whole lab went quiet outside the office. Stella blushed and closed the office door, to get some privacy.

"Chief?" She asked again.

"Yeah, Damien wants me to take Sinclair's position and become Chief."

"He can do that?" Stella asked shocked.

"Apparently." Mac shrugged.

Stella sat down in Mac's lap and gently caressed his cheek.

"And you said no?" She asked softly.

Mac nodded. Stella understood why he had said no. She would have done the same. No matter how much she wanted to be promoted, she still wanted to be able to be in the lab.

There was a knock on the door, and Don peeked inside.

"Can I interrupt you for a while?" He asked.

Stella and Mac nodded.

"Good, um, we have another murder victim." Don sighed, "It seems as if it's the "Bible-Quote"- killer."

"The what?" Mac asked.

"The press named him that, "Bible-Quote"- Killer." Don shrugged.

-I-

16:00

"Unbelievable." Mac sighed, "On the first crime scene, we can't figure out how the guy entered the house, and now he kicked down the door."

"Still seems to the same killer, though, he used the same quote again." Sheldon said, "WE ARE SAVED BY LOSING OUR LIFE".

"Either that, or the copycat couldn't come up with another quote." Stella said, "Alright, our killer kicked down the door, yet our victim doesn't appear to have fought back or even awoken by the noise."

"Neither did the neighbors." Mac said.

The victim, Roberta Nichols, age 63, had been found dead by a small scout girl, who was selling cookies. Just like the other" Bible-Quote"- scene, the victim had been smothered with her own pillow.

"Do you think it's a coincidence that both victims are 63 years old?" Don asked.

"Maybe, maybe not." Mac shrugged, "Any signs that Roberta was a believer."

"No, look at this." Sheldon said, giving Mac piece of paper.

Religion is the worst thing in the world.

It brings nothing but evil to us.

"Definitely not a believer." Sheldon said, "And it didn't appear as though Greta Hansen was either."

"So maybe our killer, is killing non-believers, and "saves" them by murdering them." Stella said, "I mean look at the quote written over the headboard. This killer seriously believes that he is saving these people."

"Alright, let's process the scene." Mac said.

-I-

18:30

"Cute Taylor, very cute." Sinclair said, as he entered the locker room, just as Mac was getting ready to leave.

Mac sighed; he knew why Sinclair had decided to pay him a little visit.

"Sinclair, I had no idea…"

"That you were the first one on the list to take my job?" Sinclair asked, "Come on Mac, everybody loves you."

"No, that's not true."

"Not? Then explain to me, why everybody defends you as soon as I approach you or someone from your team." Sinclair growled, "You're the great Mac Taylor, the man and the myth among the New Yorkers."

"Are you jealous?" Mac asked.

"No, but this kind of fame can make a man go above the law."

"I would never do that." Mac snapped.

"And how can you make such a promise? Huh? How would be able to stop a marine like you?" Sinclair asked, he stepped closer to Mac and pushed him against the lockers. Mac decided not to fight back, unless the situation got worse.

"Sinclair, step back." Mac warned.

He could have no problem knocking Sinclair down, but he didn't want to. The last thing neither men wanted was a fight. Though Sinclair wasn't as good at stopping himself as Mac.

"You're trying to steal my job." Sinclair growled.

"No, I'm not. I told Damien that I didn't want the job." Mac said.

"Damien? Ah, you talk as if you're his friend. You should be calling him Mr. Devon or at least Boss Devon, but you so high and mighty that you can call him Damien, right?"

"Calm down or things will get really ugly." Mac growled.

"What did you do to make him choose you before anybody else? You're only a Dt. Why didn't he choose a Srgt, or a Lt.?"

"Ask him."

"Did you do him a favor maybe?" Sinclair smirked, "Maybe a sexual favor."

Mac pushed Sinclair back, and glared at him."You can't stop yourself from screwing Bonasera, so who is stopping you from screwing Damien Devon?" Sinclair smirked evilly.

Mac opened his mouth to say something, but Don stepped between the two men.

"That's enough you two. Get the hell out of here, Sinclair." Don growled.

"You don't talk like that to a superior officer." Sinclair said.

"We're all off duty right now, so you're Mr. Sinclair right now." Don snapped, "Now leave."

Sinclair glared at Mac one last time, before leaving the locker room. Making sure, everybody knew he was angry by slamming the door shut. Don turned around to face Mac. Mac seemed to have a lot on his mind.

"Thanks Don." He sighed.

"Would you have knocked him down?" Don asked.

Mac shrugged. He had no idea what he would have done. Said something or maybe given Sinclair a black eye.

"Let's go see the newest addition to our family." Don smiled.

A few minutes later, the whole team was gathered in the hospital room that belonged to Lindsay. Mac was holding Benjamin, had been touched to hear that his middle name was Mac.

"This is good training for you Mac." Don grinned.

Mac chuckled, "Yeah, but I'll have to hold two babies."

"Yeah, two little kids fighting over yours and Stella's attention. I'm going to love watching that." Don laughed.

"So, Sheldon, how are things with your date?" Danny asked.

"Good. She has a four-year-old son, named Nicholas." Sheldon smiled.

"Wow you're going to instant fatherhood." Don teased, and shook his head at him.

"Well, it's only a matter of time before you and Angel have a kid too." Sheldon smirked.

Don stopped laughing, and shook his head firmly. He and Angel were not thinking about having babies yet. They would enjoy being just the two of them, for at least two more years.

"Funny, Sheldon, funny." Don smiled, "Anyway, when are you going home, Lindsay?"

"Hopefully tomorrow." She said.

"And I'll stay with her for two weeks, so you guys won't see so much of me in the lab." Danny said, and gave Lindsay a soft kiss on the cheek.

"That's fine, I can tease Sheldon instead." Don said, trying not to grin.

"Don, I was a medical examiner you know." Sheldon warned, playfully.

"And that means?" Don asked.

"That he can do things to you, that you can't even dream about." Mac said, and smiled down at Benjamin.

He then handed Benjamin over to Stella, who grinned and gently caressed the boy's cheek.

-I-

22:30

Stella sighed as she lay down next to Mac in their bed. She had been to the bathroom over ten times during the day, and she was getting tired of it. She cuddled a little with Mac, and he held her tightly.

"Not again." She sighed, after a while and climbed out of bed.

Mac chuckled as he watched Stella disappear into the bathroom again. Being pregnant was not easy at all. Mac got lost in thought, and before he knew it, he had fallen asleep. Stella grinned and almost squeaked as she came back to the bedroom and saw Mac snoring lightly. Just as she was about to join him in bed, the phone rang. Quickly she answered it.

"Hello, this is Stella." She said.

"Stella? Stella Bonasera?" A female voice asked.

"Yes, that's me."

"Do you remember me?"

"Um, I don't think so." Stella said, tapping Mac on the shoulder to wake him up.

"You will soon."

TBC…

AN: Please review!