Dark Heart

*This is a CSI NY/Supernatural crossover. I do not own either of them. No not even a little! Too bad, what I could do to those men!!! I needs to get me a dungeon!!!

This chapter has some intimate contact. It is mild.

As always thanks Aexillia!!!

Chapter 7 – Sleep Well Mac…..

The pain in his shoulder was only matched by the throbbing at the back of his head. He opened his eyes. "What the hell happened?" Mac reached for the back of his head, Jessie stopped him before he could. "Jessie?"

Jessie smiled softly. "Hey you. Don't touch the back of your head, you've got a couple of stitches." Jessie tenderly moved a strand of hair back from his forehead. A tear dropped onto Mac. "You scared me out there." He squeezed her hand trying to reassure her.

Mac truly woke up at that moment. Looking around he realized he must be in Jessie's bedroom. "The body, it had black eyes." He whispered.

From the doorway he heard the older brother, Dean chuckle. "Demons always do."

Mac look confused. "Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on around here? How did some guy get thrown from a 3rd story window and then get up like it was nothing and toss me like a sack of flour?" His questions were met with silence. He looked to Jessie. "Don't you think I deserve the truth?"

Jessie looked in his eyes, her own still full of tears. Trying unsuccessfully to keep her voice steady she asked for a few minutes alone. The others left quietly shutting the door. At the sound of the click Jessie's tears began to flow freely. "Oh god Mac, I thought he'd killed you! I saw him throw you and you hit the wall."

Mac pulled her to him. She buried her head in his neck and wrapped her arms around him. He held her tightly till she quieted down. "I've survived a lot worse than that."

Jessie smiled slightly. "I don't find that reassuring." Jessie looked into his eyes. "Mac you won't believe me, but I think that was a demon."

Mac stared at her. "You want me to believe that was some sort of hell creature?"

Jessie shrugged. "Do you have a better answer for the black eyed super being? I'm telling you the truth. Dean and Sam are Hunters, they track and kill the Supernatural. The thing the guys couldn't share with you is that they believed that Denton was being helped by a demon. A demon would have been able to tell I was the one they were looking for and would have been able to bring him back from the dead." Jessie waited for a response.

Mac sat up as he remembered the waiter's eyes in the restaurant and when he was sprawled out on the pavement. He should have been dead from that fall, instead those eyes looked at him. Black, he knew he hadn't been dreaming. Could this be real? Jessie's stalker was back from the dead? Demons really walking the earth? He couldn't believe it, but then again. "Let's say I believe you. Is there some way to stop them."

Jessie smiled a little hopefully. "Dean, Sam." Jessie called the guys back in.

When they came back in Dean raised his eyebrows at the sight of Jessie and Mac looking very cozy. "So does he think we're crazy?"

Mac noticed Julie was standing in the doorway. He hadn't seen her when he'd first woken up, but it made sense they would call someone to tend to his wounds, and since they knew a nurse. She'd probably stitched his cut. "So you knew what they really did all along?" He asked her.

Julie knew the question was directed at her. "Yes Detective, I knew when I called them. I believed Jessie, so I didn't think I had a choice."

"The thing is we had covered all the entrances with salt. It came in through a window while we were watching a game. I can't figure out how it did that." Sam pondered aloud.

Julie looked over at the windows. "Were those flowers by the window?" Julie asked noticing the broken vase and flowers on the floor by one of the windows.

Dean went out and looked. "Yeah, your neighbour must have knocked away some of the salt by this one. They don't need much to break through." Dean shook his head. "Damn it, we're lucky Jessie wasn't here by herself."

Jessie felt Mac's grip tighten a bit. She didn't mind. Looking at the others she smiled tiredly. "Ok. So I think Sam and Dean should fix something over the window and redo the salt and we should all stay here tonight. You guys are grownups so you figure out the sleeping arrangements. The sofa pulls out in the office and the couch in the living room is extremely comfy."

Sam smirked. "Thanks, it'll be fine."

Jessie smiled back. "Blankets and pillows are in the closet by the bathroom."

Dean and Julie were already grabbing what they needed and heading for the office.

Jessie hollered out. "Remember the walls are pretty thin!"

Sam shook his head. "Like my brother has any shame. Please. Goodnight you two. Oh, I'm glad you're ok Detective Taylor." Sam finished, he really respected this man. He didn't know why. Maybe it was the quiet resolve to this new unbelievable world.

"It's Mac. And I'm glad you're Ok too." Mac invited the younger man to use his given name, funny considering a short time ago he'd been ready to arrest him.

"Goodnight Mac, Jessie, sleep well. I'll take care of the window and the salt right away." Sam left, closing the door behind him.

Jessie got up and poked through a couple of drawers in her dresser. "I'm guessing you're a boxer man which is good cause I only have an oversized t-shirt that would fit you." Jessie smiled. "It is ok you staying here right?"

Mac smiled softly but looked sincere. "I wouldn't leave you right now for anything in the world."

Jessie started laughing, a deep, hearty laugh. Mac smiled in response without even realizing it. "What's so funny?"

Jessie was still smiling. "I did tell you, you had a better shot at getting me in bed then on that stage." She tossed the t-shirt at him as they both laughed, and went behind a decorative screen to change into her night clothes.

He caught the t-shirt. "Somehow I didn't quite imagine this." Mac unbuttoned his dress shirt and slipped it off. Jessie emerged in a pair of pink boy shorts and a matching tank top. Mac flinched from the pain in his shoulder when he attempted to put the t-shirt on. Jessie noticed and went over to help him.

"Here, let me." Jessie smiled softly and held open the t-shirt so Mac could slide his arm through with minimal pain to his shoulder. She slid the shirt up his arms and over his head. Pulling it down her fingers brushed against his hard stomach. Her breath caught. God he's gorgeous she thought. She hadn't been this close to a man since before Denton came into her life. Mac was confident and strong, nothing seemed to phase him. A man of science, but he took the information of demons in stride and adjusted in a second. What was she going to do with him? She had no idea how she had ended up attracted to a man who was trying to save her from her dead, demon worshipping stalker. Coming back to reality Jessie realized her hands were still clutching the bottom of Mac's t-shirt. Her cheeks became so hot she was sure they must be glowing.

Mac stared at her face. Her cheeks flushed and he couldn't help smirking. She was good for his ego he thought. He glanced over her petite body. She was fit and athletic, they'd be a perfect fit he thought. Unfortunately there was some man out there apparently destined for her. That didn't mean he couldn't kiss her. What could one kiss hurt? He placed his hand on her thigh as he leaned towards her.

Jessie felt the warmth of Mac's hand, but couldn't tear her eyes from his as he leaned towards her. She couldn't move, she was afraid if she did he might realize what he was doing and change his mind. Then he stopped. Their faces almost touching, he felt her breath on his lips. He wanted to close the gap, but he needed her to do it, to show him she wanted this too. He didn't have to wait long. Her hands slid up along his arms meeting in the middle of his chest, and then she kissed him. What he had intended to be a gentle goodnight kiss had more passion then he'd expected. Her lips opened slightly and he used his good arm to cup the back of her neck while he explored her mouth with his tongue. She tasted sweet, of the wine they'd shared earlier. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea he thought as he felt her straddle him. Then a small moan escaped Jessie's lips and Mac no longer had any control of his body. He pressed her closer to him and snaked a hand under her top to explore the smooth, soft skin of her back. Mac suddenly felt a chill. Jessie had pulled back slightly and was smiling, she crossed her arms as she grasped the bottom of her tank top and was about to pull it up over her head. The knock at the door startled them both.

"I just wanted to let you know that I fixed the window and checked all the salt, we're good!" Sam called through the door.

Jessie barely managed to respond. "O.K. Thanks. Goodnight." Jessie turned back to Mac and saw something different in his eyes. Something guarded.

Mac couldn't believe he'd lost control like that. Jessie was extremely vulnerable and he'd taken complete advantage of her. He couldn't let that happen again. He felt a pain inside he was sure wasn't from his meeting with the demon, but ignored it just the same.

"I think we should get some sleep." Mac saw the hurt on Jessie's face and hated himself for putting it there.

Jessie leaned forward and kissed Mac's injured shoulder. She moved onto the other side of the bed and closed her eyes trying to push away the pain. "Sleep well Mac."