Disclaimer: If I owned CSI, Converse and toplessness for males would be protocol in the workplace. :D
a/n: I'm not sure how this will turn out. Oh BTW, I realised that I kinda sound like a dad basher in this fic, but really I'm not. And Johnny isn't really bad, he's just worried... lol
Mac tried for the fourth time to ring Tony and Anna Messer. He couldn't get through to the landline, or the cell number Danny provided on his documentation. Sighing, he walked back to Danny's room to get a copy of Lindsay's number. His phone buzzed as he picked it up.
"Taylor."
"Mac, it's Adam. Just filling you in, we cracked this case."
"Was it Judy Parsons, the sister?"
"Yeah, apparently our vic wasn't pretty enough for baby brother."
"Bad. Any other cases since I left?"
"No, but I think we might be working on the vehicles from Danny's crash. Stella is checking into it."
"Good. Tell Stella I'll contact Lindsay soon, and did you speak with Flack?"
Adam sounded nervous. "Well, I actually, uh, can't find him. Like, anywhere. I can't get a tap on his phone either, there's something wrong with it."
"What do you mean..." Mac began, as he watched a familiar face pass by the door.
"Adam, I'll call you back," he said, heading out the door.
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"Chief Sinclair!" he called, jogging after him. The man turned to face Mac.
"Taylor. Just the man I was looking for. I believe one of your CSI's was in an accident. The same accident as one of my detectives. Could you care to explain the connection, or was it simply an ironic coincidence?"
Mac stared at him, already fearing the worst. "Which Detective?"
"Flack. Now I know these two are friends, so why was an on-duty cop and an off-duty cop chasing down a burglar in The Bronx?"
"Look, Sinclair, I have no idea. I don't even know why Danny was down there in the first place. As for Don, I think he was leaving home one of our out-ruled suspects. Also there is no evidence yet, to suggest that either was chasing a burglar."
"We have witnesses Mac."
"Then my team will interrogate them and back up the outcome with physical evidence."
Sinclair sighed. "Fine. I already contacted Flack's father. He's visiting someone in Philadelphia, He's gonna fly back tomorrow. His room is down the hall, on the left, and I'll speak with your team later."
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Mac entered Don's room quietly. He too had a bandage on his head, a smaller one than Danny's, covering a patch behind his ear. Luckily he wasn't comatose, but still he wasn't conscious. The worst of his visible injuries was to his left leg. It had a cast from just above the knee to the middle of his foot.
"Jesus Don, in the wrong place at the wrong time. That's two temporary replacements needed now," Mac said quietly, taking Don's hand. He stopped, remembering that he still had to call Lindsay, and ring Adam back. Pulling out his phone, he left the room, selecting Lindsay's number.
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Johnny Monroe was tapping his car keys on the kitchen table. His wife returned from the living room and took a seat.
"She fell asleep, waiting that long makes you tired," Ella said sighing.
"Where the hell is that kid? I'm thinking of going out and looking for him myself."
"You can't make head nor tail out of city maps, it'll be us out looking for you in the end up."
Johnny shook his head. "Has he no manners? Why hasn't he called?"
"You know well that he's a lovely boy, you just can't see it. Something serious might have come up, he'll ring when he gets a chance."
Just then Lindsay's phone started to ring. Ella lifted it away from Lindsay so it wouldn't wake her. "Should I answer it?" she asked her husband.
"Yeah, don't waken her."
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"Hello," Ella answered.
"Hello?" Mac replied, confused by the different voice. "Lindsay?"
"This is Ella Monroe, Lindsay's mother. Can I ask who this is?"
"Oh, hello Mrs. Monroe. This is Mac Taylor, Lindsay's boss."
"Detective Taylor, we've heard great things about you."
Mac reddened slightly at the praise.
"I was wondering if Lindsay is there?"
"Yeah, I'll get her now."
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Ella nodded to her husband, who then proceeded to wake his daughter.
"Linds, your boss is on the phone," he said, shaking her gently.
Lindsay jerked awake. "What? Did I over sleep?" she asked, confused.
Johnny shook his head and handed her the phone.
"Hi, Mac?"
"Lindsay, I'm afraid I've some bad news."
