Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of "CSI:NY"; they are the property of Anthony E. Zuiker and CBS. I also don't own the boys of "Supernatural"; they are property of Eric Kripke and the WB.

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Chapter Seven

"Danny."

Danny turned to see Mac Taylor coming up behind him. "Hey, Mac- whoa," Danny said, noting the cuts and scrapes on Mac's face. "What happened?"

"It's nothing." Mac shrugged it off easily. "Congratulations, I hear you're getting married?"

Danny smiled. "Yeah, I am."

"New York or Montana?"

Danny glanced across the hall to where Lindsay was processing some evidence. "That depends on Montana," he said.

Mac nodded. "Look, I hate to ruin your day, but...can I talk to you for a sec?"

Immediately sensing he knew what this was about, Danny mutely followed Mac into his office. Mac took a seat behind his desk. Danny sat himself in a chair in front of it. "What's up, Mac?"

"Has Lindsay told you anything about the case she and I are working?"

He nodded. "Yeah."

"Peyton and I were attacked by Spike Gareth," Mac explained. "She's not too happy with us."

"She killed that girl," Danny said with certainty. Mac seemed surprised at his sure tone. He looked at Danny questioningly.

"I...I saw her do it."

Mac said, "You had a nightmare."

"Oh no," Danny got up and began to pace. "No, I actually made this one happen."

"How?" Mac was very interested. He'd told Danny never to ignore the visions and dreams he had. This was the first time he'd ever heard of Danny actually inducing a vision. It was certainly an exciting development.

"I went down to the morgue, put my hand on the girl's head and bada bing, there it was. Gave me a hell of a migraine, let me tell ya." Danny sighed. "Damn, and I thought this was over."

"Danny, we have to find her before she kills someone else. She isn't going to stop with us," Mac said. He was thinking of Peyton as he spoke.

"Where do we start?"

"Sam Winchester will be working with you, Lindsay and me. I'm hoping he'll have some theories."

As if on cue, there was a tap on Mac's door. The younger Winchester brother looked apologetic that he was interrupting their conversation, but Mac waved him in. "Hi, Sam," he said.

"Was I interrupting? I can come back," Sam offered.

"Nah, we're done," Danny cut in. Sam nodded.

"Have a seat," Mac said. Sam sat down on the couch Mac kept in his office. Danny closed the office door. "So we've told you that some of the vampires from the Darkness Falls bust are still out there."

Sam nodded. "Yeah, I heard that."

"One of them is the ringleader's kid," Danny told him. "And she ain't too happy with me and Mac."

"Sounds like you've got a problem," Sam said. "What do you need me to do?"

"We need to get her out in the open," Mac said. He looked at Sam. "Is there any way to bring her in- without killing her?"

Sam thought about it. "No. You can't really 'cure' vampires," he said. "You can poison them, but you can't just get rid of the fangs."

Mac nodded, accepting that answer. "All right. Then what we need to do is get her out in the open. What did you say kills vampires again?"

"Beheading, silver," Sam ticked them off his fingers. "Holy water and garlic pisses them off."

"If we could get Spike somewhere where you could get a clear shot, could you take her out?"

Sam nodded. "I'm not the crack shot my brother is, but I've done it before." He nodded, semi-confident. "Yeah, no problem." He looked at the two detectives. "Which one of you is gonna be bait?"

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"So what other explanations do you have for me, Dean?" Stella Bonasera was sitting at her desk. Flack, Hawkes and Dean Winchester were all in her office. "If it isn't dead, you can't hurt it with rock salt, then what is it, and how do you get rid of it?"

Dean shrugged. "I have a couple of ideas, but nothing conclusive."

"So how do we determine what kind of entity it is?" Hawkes asked. Flack and Dean both looked at the young doctor questioningly. Hawkes shrugged. "Watch a lot of the Sci-Fi channel," he explained.

"We're gonna have to dig into what was going on at that place," Dean said. "Research what exactly the good doctor was doing to his patients. We'll also probably need to go by there again, stake the place out."

"Then we'll split up," Flack said. "Dean and Hawkes can go to the Institute and Stel and I will hit the books."

"I think it should be you and Dean," Stella told Flack. "Dean has the experience and you've got a gun and badge in case something goes crazy over there." She looked at Hawkes. "No offense."

He shrugged. "None taken." He knew exactly why Stella had suggested that. It was so Dean and Flack would be forced to work together. And Hawkes was more than happy to face mounds of paperwork over a psycho killer ghost-thing.

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Danny stepped out of Mac's office. It had been an interesting conversation. But at least now they had a plan of sorts.

He took a deep breath. Now he just had to tell Lindsay what it was.

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Stella poked at her computer with not so much enthusiasm. Hawkes was downstairs using a computer there to research the Institute, and Stella was working from her desk. Dean and Flack had gone to go set up a stake-out at Harbinger.

She was staring at files right now, but they were all files from the regular patients. None of them were the German POWs that Smithers had supposedly tested on.

Her office line buzzed, and Stella picked it up. "Crime Lab, Bonasera."

"St-Stella?"

"Jessica, is that you?" Stella noted that the sixteen-year-old sounded like she'd been crying.

"I'm sorry to bother you," Jessica said. "I can call back, if you want me to."

"No, honey, it's fine that you called. What's the matter? Is everything okay?"

The teenager burst into tears. "Jessica," Stella said, her heart going out to the girl. "Jessica, do you want to meet me somewhere so we can talk?"

"O-okay," she replied.

Stella gave her the address of her apartment. Then she dialed Hawkes' extension downstairs. "Hey. I'm cutting out a little early. I'll do my homework, I promise," she said. She quickly explained what was happening. Hawkes told her it was no big deal, to take as long as she wanted, and he'd cover for her. Stella hung up, grabbed her purse, her keys, and her cell phone, and headed for the elevator.

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Lindsay was chatting with Adam and Peyton in the break room when Danny finally caught up to her. "Hey, beautiful," he greeted her. He came up beside her and slung an arm around her shoulders. "You guys mind if I borrow her for a couple minutes?" he asked the lab tech and the medical examiner.

"Go ahead," Peyton replied.

"She's your fiancée, not mine," was Adam's reply.

"She is, isn't she." Danny had to smile as he led Lindsay down the hall to his office. He let her in, and then closed the door behind them.

He didn't need his visions to tell him that there would be yelling happening in his near future.

"So what's up?" Lindsay asked him, perching on the edge of his desk. "I thought I'd tell you I'm calling Mom and Dad tonight about the whole proposal thing. I don't know when you want to tell your dad."

"I'm about due for a visit," Danny explained. His tone softened as he added, "I'll drop by and tell Louie, too." He looked at the ground for a few moments before continuing. "So Mac and Sam Winchester and me, we think we've got a plan to deal with Spike."

"What kind of plan?" Lindsay asked.

"To take her out, we're gonna have to get in close so Sam can get off a shot with a silver bullet."

Lindsay wasn't an idiot. She knew where this was headed. "Uh-huh. So which one of you is gonna be the bait?"

He carefully held up a hand.

"No," Lindsay said flatly. "No way."

"Linds-" Danny began, but Lindsay held up a hand, cutting him off.

"No, Danny. Listen to me for a second. You've put yourself at risk too many times in the past three years! Damn it, Danny, we are engaged now, in case you've forgotten." She looked at him, the start of tears forming in her eyes. "I can't lose you. Not now."

He lifted a hand and ran it down her cheek. "Montana, if there was anybody else for the job, believe me, I'd hand it over in a heartbeat. But both Sam and Mac are better shots than me, and Mac was a Marine, so he's got all that hand to hand stuff goin' on. I've got great backup," he told her. "Nothing is gonna happen to me. Nothing." He squeezed her hand. "I've got a wedding to plan, remember?" He attempted a smile. "I'm thinking all the groomsmen should wear chartreuse tuxes."

She finally smiled. "You're dodging," she accused.

"Got you to smile though," Danny said. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. "Don't worry, Montana. You aren't gonna lose me."

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Sorry about the wait! I'm still hashing out the ending on this thing. Hope you enjoyed this chapter.