One Last Stand

by Sam Drake

Claire and Sofia Taylor as well as the whole CSI: New York Team excluding M.E. Sid Hammerback. Special thanks to Mac from Trilogy for helping with the facts on this: DISCLAIMER: CSI: New York and it's characters are a trademark of CBS Broadcasting Inc. A friend of mine asked me to post this for him.

6. Chapter 5

CHAPTER FIVE

"Aiden,don't!"Mac said,holding a hand to the gun in Aiden's hands,"Please.""We're past that point."Aiden snapped,Mac flinching from his tone."We passed that point a long time ago,I thought you knew that.""Aiden,if you do this,they'll find you."Mac told him,looking over at Aiden,"Please."Aiden was smiling though,"That's just perfect,Taylor,let them find me!"he said."Let them,"he repeated,"It'll be fun to see the looks on your team's faces."he said with a looked back at him,and for a moment,the two just stared at each other before Aiden took the gun,hitting Mac over the head again,leaving the CSI unconcious on the looked over his shoulders quickly,holstering the gun in his hand and leaving for another room to where he had taken Taylor after the plane had reached Miami.

"Detective Bonasera,"Stella had Lt. Caine on the phone,"How is it going in New York?"he sighed,"Not good."she replied."What's wrong?"Caine asked,their was evident concern in his voice."Mac's gone."Stella told him,"He was here this morning and we've already lost about 5 and a half hours."she continued."Detective Flack says you believe he's in Miami?"Caine asked."Private jet left just about the same time I last got ahold of him,bound for Miami,and we found Mac's Avalanche at the scene."Stella confirmed."Get the next flight down here that you can,I'll take Eric and see if we can find out anything,alright?""Yeah,I'll be there."

An hour later,in Miami,Aiden sat across from Mac,who didn't meet Aiden's gaze,fiddling with the ropes around his wrists."Why do I even keep trying?"Aiden asked him,making Mac look over at him."With me?"he asked back,"Why do you?"he continued."I already gave you my answer."he pointed looked back over at him,seemingly considering what Mac was saying,"I want the answer I want."he answered nodded,"How are figuring on getting it?"he asked was toying with his knife as Mac asked the question,and he held it up for Mac to see in answer to the just nodded,"It's not going to work,Aiden."he said."C'mon,Taylor!"Aiden said,"Look,how long to you think you can keep fighting with me?"he asked,"You look wore out as it is."Mac looked away from him, much as he hated it,that was quite true,he was wore out from what Aiden and Nathan had just smilied slyly,knowing what he had said was true and he put his knife looked back at him as he did so,"So what now,Aiden?"he pulled out a set of matches,"I say,you've got three hours,before this place goes up it flames."he replied with a shrug,"Possibly."Aiden walked aroun behind Mac,pulling out his knife to quickly cut the ropes before pulling out a bottle of water and handing it to Mac."And you'll never see me again."he told him,walking away from looked from the bottle to Aiden,wondering if he should trust him."Now for once I'm not twisting your arm."Aiden said."It's an honest offer."he pointed out,motioning to the just stared at him,uncertainty showing in his shook his head,"Can't say that I didn't try."he said,turning away from Mac as he started to leave,"Remeber,Detective,Three hours and you're dead."he reminded him,as he paused by the door to look back at Mac."Have a good day,Detective Taylor."

Mac sighed,taking in what Aiden had told him,looking down at his watch,one thing he hadn't lost."Three hours."he glanced back to where Aiden had left,figuring the door was wasn't just a theory because he had caught the tell-tale "click" as Aiden locked the door behind into account Aiden's matches and the heavy smell of Gasoline,while he had been unconcious,Aiden had drowned the place in Gasoline,and in three hours,the place would turn into a fireball,with no way thought back to New York City,if the team left now for Miami,in three hours,they'd arrive here,the perfect time for the end of Aiden's sat down,thinking all this was probably worried sick,most likely they had found out about the flight to Miami and most likely had Flack contact bit his lip slightly,that would send officers to investigate,but that would take over three snapped out of his thoughts as he heard a phone go off,looking across the room,he picked out a phone on the back to the door,Mac stood and walked over to the phone,recognizing it as smirked slightly as the phone showed three missed calls from Stella."Yeah,figured."he muttered,picking up the phone and choosing to call her might have a shot at this battle,actually.