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New York, New York! – Chapter 9

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Emily entered the FBI building when she saw the crime unit working on the floor and in particularly Stan's office.

Jo Danville was dusting for prints as she was collecting anything she deemed viable for analysis.

Mac had gone to Stan's apartment with Danny and Flack. As Emily was close to the case, she was not permitted in the apartment so a squad car took her to the FBI building.

"Hey Jo, find anything useful?" Emily greeted her as she stood by the doorframe, the glass panel had yet to be replaced.

Jo peeked up from under the computer table, "Oh hey Emily! Sorry about your computer tech. And no…aside from the fact the now deceased computer technician was a slob. There candy wrappers from goodness knows how long it's been here," She held up a very dried and wrinkled wrapper with a pair of tweezers and then put them in a brown evidence bag. "So how's the stab wound?"

"It is itching like nuts and I don't have anything long to reach around to scratch it," Emily had reached over but it was no use as she shifted her shoulders around the fabric of her shirt.

"What's this?" Jo muttered.

"What do you have?" Emily wanted to step over to look but knew she couldn't.

"It's a seizure medication bottle and a used syringe…"

"I thought Sid said Stan does not have seizures…" Emily wondered.

"Is that right? This doesn't make any sense then." Jo remarked.

Emily frowned but didn't say a word as she returned to her own office.

She wanted to look into Stan's computer to see what he had gotten as far as the employees' records, particularly the three but as of this moment she couldn't.

Then she realized her three agents were not out in the bullpen area. She looked around and walked out of her office.

She walked back to Jo and asked her.

"Oh, they're at the precinct talking to Don Flack about Stan. It's just standard procedures." She shrugged and went back to her work.

Emily nodded and returned to her office again, she began to feel twitchy besides the intense itch in the back of her bandage, she couldn't help but feel something was not right, something bad was about to happen.

Half an hour later, her suspicion came to light when her three agents came back as well as Don Flack but he was not smiling as he walked into her office.

"Hey Emily." He greeted her, not smiling.

"Hello Flack, is everything okay?" She eyed him and didn't like his demeanor.

"We need to talk…about Stan."

She nodded, "Okay…talk."

He shook his head, "Sorry, we're doing it in my casa! My office, Agent Prentiss."

Emily leaned forward over her desk, "Det. Flack, am I being treated as a suspect?"

He shook his head and held his hands up, "Let's not get hasty, Em. It's just some questioning."

She nodded and stood up. "Let's go then."

He stood up and followed her.

She glanced over to her agents and gauged their expressions before she left the unit and towards the elevator.

"How's the back?" Flack asked her.

"Itching like nuts." She said glumly.

"Here turn around," he offered as she did and he lightly scratched her itch, "There, just around the bandage…damn! That's some huge bandage, Em."

She nodded, "Mac said it's twelve stitches. No wonder it's itching…I have got to get me one of those back scratcher."

He grinned, "Might get it for you birthday…it's somewhere in October, isn't it?"

She turned around and faced him, "Nosy cop," she muttered.

He shook his head, "Hey, hey, hey…it's detective, I earn it."

"Once a cop, always a cop." She teased him as they stepped into the elevator.

….

Once they arrived at the precinct, before Flack brought her into the interrogation room, he had her surrendered her guns and her credentials.

"This is so unnecessary; she slammed her weapon down on his desk after she made sure it was cleared.

"Procedures, Agent Prentiss." He said.

"Call me that, I'll really shoot your sorry ass, Flack."

He shook his head.

"What's going on?"

They turned their heads at Mac.

"Look Mac, it's standard procedures, I have to question Emily about Stan Goldman."

"So you made her come all the way down here to the precinct and made her strip her stuff?" Mac asked angrily.

"Mac, you need to back off or we're going to treat this as conflict of interest."

He then relented and nodded, "Sorry Don."

"No problem but you should read the statements from her agents first." He gave him a look.

"What? What are they saying?" Emily asked Flack.

"Sorry, can't say, Em." Flack shook his head.

"Can you hold off interviewing her?" Mac asked him.

He nodded, "Sure, we'll sit here and have a drink and chew the fat."

"Don…"Mac warned him as he turned to leave them but at the last moment, "Hang in there, Em, we're trying to get to the bottom of this."

She nodded as she began to pace about the floor of the bullpen.

"Don't go too far, Em." Flack watched her.

Emily eyed him and shook her head, "Trust me will you?"

"Oh I trust you…I do…for now."

She ignored his last comment as she continued to pace.

…..

An hour later in the interrogation room; Mac, Flack and Emily were in there,

"You've got to be joking, right?" Emily laughed.

"Just answer the question, Em." Mac said, he was standing in the corner of the room.

"Oh, I'm answering the question and let me tell you how ridiculous it sounds; no, I'm don't have a grudge against Stan. That is ridiculous!" she waved her good arm out.

"But you told him he was under investigation by IA." Flack pointed out.

"Yes! I did, he was defrauding the system! Shouldn't I be doing it? Or should I let it slide under the table?"

"Did you break the door down?"

"I did, after I knocked on the door twice." She shook her head.

"Why didn't you get the keys?" Flack asked her again.

"I didn't have the time to do so and I didn't know who has it."

"Well, you could get a hold of the janitor or the maintenance man?"

Emily slammed her hand down hard on the table and stood up, "I don't believe this! Base on this half ass accusations, I'm now a suspect in the death of Stan Goldman? What flippin' motive would I have to gain from murdering him?"

"$1.2 million dollars." Flack said.

"What?" Emily asked.

"$1.2 million dollars, that's what Stan was worth. But you knew that when you saw his bank records."

"I did but it was another investigation! I told you he was defrauding the government and he falsified his tax return claims for the last five years which was in total of $1.2 million."

"Did you notify IRS?" Mac asked quietly.

She shook her head, "I have not…the time. I …we let IA figured how much he owed the government first before I made the phone call."

"But it's not up to you when to call, you should have notified them immediately."

Emily looked at Mac, "I should have but I didn't because I was in the hospital, you knew that. Everything happened so fast."

He nodded, "But it shouldn't take long to make a phone call." Mac pointed out.

Emily nodded, "Yeah I guess." She said softly. "I don't know what to say except I didn't kill Stan and I don't stand to gain anything from his death. Believe me when I said I don't have anything to back up my story as I'm new around here. I'm not asking for a lawyer now as I'm not guilty of anything. That's all I have to say." She then looked away from the two.

"I'm sorry Emily but you'll have to stay here for the night." Mac said as he glare at Flack.

"Do what you have to do, Mac." She nodded as she stood up.

Flack led her to a holding cell, "I'll make sure you're here by yourself, Em. I'm sorry.

Emily didn't respond as she went to the cot and sat down, her back to the door.

As Flack walked back to his desk he saw Mac waiting for him.

"Look I know what you're going to say, Mac."

"Oh yeah?" Mac was furious.

"Mac, she's been set up, I know but by whom?"

"I wish I knew. Who would hold a grudge against her? She's new here, for god's sake!"

"Mac I know but I can't just let her go free. My hands are tied." Flack said.

Mac nodded and was about to answer when his phone rang,

"Taylor."

Hello Mac, I'm back! Did you miss me?

"Oh no, not you again."

Aw darling, we'll be together soon, I promise you.

"Look I'm with someone."

No you're not, not anymore, she's locked up at the moment so you're mine now.

"Look, whoever you're, why don't you come over here and meet me?"

No answer.

"Hello?"

Nothing.

Mac put his phone back in his pocket.

"Your stalker?" Flack asked him

He nodded, "She seems to know Emily is being locked up. Whoever she is, she is nearby and knows a lot about her."

"Em?" Mac nodded. "She's safe in here for the night, Mac."

He looked at his best friend, "She didn't kill Stan, Don. I'm going to look into this carefully."

Flack nodded, "I believe you Mac. Just find me the real killer."

"Oh, I intend to do so, just do me a favor, get her something to eat she hadn't anything since this morning." He left the precinct with a purpose as he made his way back to the crime lab, "Adam…do you have Stan Goldman's computers in the lab yet?"

Er….the ones from the FBI building?

"Yes, do you have the ones from his apartment up too?"

Yeah I do and you might want to come down here and take a look at it.

"I'll be there."

….

Emily was thinking about all the things she had said to Stan…and to the other agents and they didn't make sense that any of it would make sense at all that would implicate her.

The main question would be who would want her out …

She heard the door opened and then closed. "Did you forget something, Flack?" Emily didn't want to talk to him at the moment unless it was to tell her they had made a mistake and they were releasing her.

Not hearing anything perked her curiosity so she turned around to face the door when she saw a hand coming at her fast and swiped her off the cot!

She found herself slammed onto the concrete floor hard as her face felt intense pan.

"What the…" She never got chance to finish the rest of the sentence as her mystery assailant picked her up bodily from behind as she was lifted and slammed once again onto the concrete floor, knocking her unconscious.

Flack, a fast food baggie in hand made his way to the holding cell and a cold drink stopped in front of Emily's cell when he spotted her lying on the floor, the back of her shirt was bleeding as well as the side of her head.

Flack dropped the bag and drink and began yelling for help as he hurriedly opened the door and rushed to her on the floor.

"Em! Emily! Shit! Somebody call 911!" He held onto her tightly. "Come on Emily! Mac is not going to like this shit! If I find who did this…"

….

"Okay Adam, what is this you have?" Mac stepped into the computer hub of the crime lab.

"Oh hey Mac," Adam pulled his earbuds out of his ears and pointed to his screen. "Stanley Goldman is doing something I think for Emily and he didn't want anyone to know so he hid it under a few layers of files which was pretty smart and no one knew about it if they didn't know where to look for it but it's there."

Mac squeezed the bridge between his nose, "Adam…what is there? Can we see?"

"Oh yeah, look she is looking the entire personal files of those three agents, and so far I don't know what it is she wants him to look for in them…financial records, criminal records, school records, and even assessment records."Adam shook his head, "I don't know, Mac."

"What about the personal records of Stan? That money he defrauded from the IRS, where is it now?" Mac asked him.

Typing into his keyboard, "Um….he had kept it…"Adam raised his eyebrows as he read the screen, "Well, this is not making any sense."

"What is?"

Adam pointed at the screen, "He had three separate accounts all total $1.2 million and it is currently and mysteriously missing."

"Adam, money can't just go missing."

"I know...I….will get it traced."Adam nodded. "And there's this…"

"More?" Mac arched his brow.

"Yeah, er… Stan is tracking your cell phone."

"Oh yeah, Emily is doing this because of the stalker…"

His phone began ringing at the same time Adam's computer began to record Mac's phone line as Stan had set it up to do.

"MAC! It's Don! You have to get to local General! It's Emily!"

His heart began thumping rapidly! "What the hell happened, Don?" Mac began running out of the lab heading towards the elevator.

"I don't know what the hell happened but she was attacked in the cell and we're on the way to General."

"I'm on my way." Mac shoved his phone into his pocket as he waited for the elevator. "Come on!" he muttered.

"Mac!"

He turned around and saw Agent Gibson rushing towards him. "I heard on the dispatch radio…Emily…"

He nodded, "Yeah, Don said she was attacked in her cell. They're on the way to County General."

"Can I get a ride?" She asked.

He nodded, "Yeah." He stabbed at the button several times again.

"What the hell is going on?" he muttered to himself again.

"What?" JG asked as she stood near him in the elevator as they rode it down.

Mac shook his head, "I just want to know why all this happening to her."

JG shrugged. "She is not the easiest person to get along."

Mac nodded in agreement, remembering his first meeting with her.

"Poor Stan got the worst of it all," she continued. "She threatened him with jail if he didn't work with her."

He frowned as he tried to recall what she had told him the night before about what happened with Stan. "That's not what she said, Agent Gibson. Emily told me she gave him an option, not threatened."

"Well, kind of the same." She shrugged.

"Did you tell Det. Flack in the interview this afternoon?" As they climbed into his SUV.

She nodded, "I don't remember much, Det. Taylor. I mean so much has happened since and in between." She dragged her hand through her hair in confusion and looked sad.

Mac softened, "Yeah, I'm sorry for being hard, Agent Gibson.

She shook her head, "It's okay."

They rode the rest of the way in silence.

Once they arrived at the hospital, Mac rushed to the emergency ward, JG following close behind.

He found Flack leaning against the wall along the emergency doors, parts of his shirt was bloodied.

Mac swallowed hard as he stood in front of his friend and grabbed his shirt and brought it close to him.

"I told you to watch for her, Don."

Flack didn't fight him as he let Mac man handled him, "I'm sorry Mac. I honestly don't know what happened. The surveillance cameras were conveniently cut off in the holding cell. Someone let someone in and slammed her on the floor…Mac, she took some pretty hard licks…I don't know." He shook his head. "And her stitches were ripped opened again."

Mac let him go as Flack slid down on the floor, Mac joined him soon after.

"How much can she take, Don?" Mac clenched his fists tightly. "She doesn't deserve this shit…"

Flack nodded his head, "I know Mac."

"She just want to do good things…she is a good person Don. She catches serial killers and do good…she doesn't deserve this…" He put his head down as he shook his head sadly.

Flack patted Mac's shoulder. "She's a fighter Mac, she'll get through this. We're going to get the killer."

Mac nodded.

"What are you two sitting there like a couple of logs?"

End of Chapter 9

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