Dying To Hold You

by loopydreamer

This is a story about how Mac and Jo try to deal with their growing feelings toward each other after the John Curtiis Case. The story is centred around season 8 episode 10, Clean Sweep. I will change a few things that happened in the episode. This is to spice up the Angst between Jo and Mac. There will be action later on in the story. :

10. Chapter 10

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What Happened At The End Of The Previous Chapter.

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"Mac. Please. I need all of you to go back to Baltimore. I need to know that you're safe." Jo pleaded.

"No hit man's going to kill me Jo. I'm not going back without you." Mac answered softly.

"Me neither." Don replied.

"They won't get a bullet in me. I'm too fast." Adam added.

Lindsay glanced around to him. "Well. I'm a fast runner, and a good shot."

Adam scowled at her.

Lindsay smiled. "Don't worry. I'll safe your butt."

They turned back to Jo and Mac and found them staring back at them, with that serious look on their faces.

"We're staying." Lindsay said adamantly.

Mac sighed. "He didn't want to fight with them right now. All he wanted to do was get hold of Wyatt and slam his fist in his face. He turned back to Jo and simply held her. . . to keep from falling apart.

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CHAPTER 10.

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Brad pulled open the heavy doors and quickened his pace down the corridor. "Jo."

She pulled away from Mac and looked up.

Brad moved quickly toward her cell and came to an abrupt stop. "Wyatt's walking around up there saying you lashed out at him."

Her Jaw dropped. She was so stunned she couldn't speak.

Rage tore through Mac. "He's covering his back. That sonofabitch."

Brad tore his eyes from Mac and glanced anxiously back at her. "What the hell happened?"

Jo pushed out a long, pent up breath and looked away.

Don sighed heavily. "Jo. Brad's your Defence Lawyer. Just show him."

She stared across at Don with an exasperated look on her face. "Okay fine." She yanked up her sleeve and lifted her arm. Brads color deepened on his face and in fascination she watched a vein throb at his temple

"Okay. I've heard another about this Wyatt Roberts, and now I've seen enough." Brad turned angrily to Mac and Don. "Now for God sake tell me you've found something on this Jerk."

Don spent the next few minutes telling Brad how he'd followed Wyatt to Jo's office and what he'd heard Wyatt say down his cell phone.

When Don had finished speaking, Brad stood there stock still for several seconds, his eyebrows raised. "You recorded what he said right?"

Don pushed out a long breath. "No."

"What? . . .Why?" Brad answered angrily.

"Brad. The window was closed. My phone wouldn't have picked his voice up."

Brad sighed heavily and rubbed at his forehead. "Okay. Look we know now, that he fabricated the evidence on the Illegal Gambling Case. . ."

Lindsay jumped out of her seat and stared back at Jo. "And now Jo can file a complaint against him. We need to take some photo's of her arm."

Brad sighed. "Yes we do, but I don't think that's gonna help Jo right now. Not until we've got more on him."

Mac frowned. "Why the hell not? And what about the CCTV Camera. It would have picked this up. Gezus. I've got to go and find that now." He turned to Jo. "I wont be a minute." He started to move off.

Brad grabbed his arm. "Don't bother. I've just checked. Wyatt asked Spencer Price to stop running the cameras and carry out a check on the system this afternoon." he looked back at Jo. "What time did Wyatt come down here?"

"It was around 15:00." She replied.

Brad muttered under his breath. "The camera's were off for a couple of hours. They weren't up and running again until 15:30."

Dammit! Jo crossed her arms and started pacing again.

"Did you hit Wyatt in the ribs to try and get away from him?"

"Unfortunately not." she replied dryly. Suddenly she slammed to a stop. Oh God. Quickly she turned back to him, her mind racing. Why?"

"Because after I overheard him tell a few officers what had happened down here, he went into the Chiefs Office and put on a good show."

She frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Me, along with most of the Cops in the room saw his heavily bandaged ribs as he changed into a clean shirt."

She stared from Brad to Mac in disbelief. "But I . . .I didn't touch him." She surged toward the front of the cell and grabbed the bars, You have to believe me. . . I didn't hit him."

Mac closed his hands around hers. "Of course we believe you. . ."

Jo forced herself to take several deep breaths and tried to calm down.

Mac continued. "We'll get Wyatt at 23:00 tonight, He'll come down here and we'll record everything." He glanced back at Brad. "In the mean time, we're not stopping until we find some hard evidence on the illegal activities he's been up to. I want Wyatt Roberts sentenced to life." He muttered angrily.

She pulled away from him. "Mac. Please don't go digging around. It's not safe."

Adam moved toward her. "Don't worry. We'll be fine." He turned to Mac. "Lindsay and I can go upstairs. Take a look around . . ."

Jo jumped in quickly. "Remember Paul White. Worked for the NYPD for 15 years? And for eight of them he committed various illegal activities? Racketeering, extortion, narcotics, obstruction of Justice, Murder . . .?"

Mac sighed heavily. "Jo . . ."

"He knew many mobsters Mac." She interrupted. ". . . and sent a group of them out to kill several Officers when he'd heard that they'd discovered, he'd been stealing drugs and reselling them to Drug Lords in the area. It took the Law Enforcement Agencies two years to find the evidence they needed to arrest him. You can't do this. You're gonna get yourselves killed."

He stared back at her for several seconds, then cursed inwardly and turned to Lindsay. "You two, go and find out everything you can on Tony Lockhurst. He's Wyatt's Partner. Don and I don't think he knows what Wyatt's been up to, but we have to be sure. It looks like he's beginning to get suspicious of Wyatt. I saw him get the Illegal Gambling Case out of the file earlier and start looking at it with two other Detectives, the minute Wyatt walked out of the room."

"We'll be careful Mac." Lindsay assured him.

"Make sure you are." He replied in a stern voice.

Lindsay sighed inwardly.

Adam nodded resignedly at Mac.

She gazed back at Jo. "It's going to be okay. We will get him." She stepped toward her and placed her hand on Jo's shoulder. "I'll see you later."

Jo watched her start back up the corridor with Adam. "No! Lindsay, Adam wait!" Fear and despair clawed through her heart. "Just go back home now!" She shouted. They didn't turn back. She slammed at the bars and stared angrily at Mac. "Why did you let them stay!"

"If I decide it's getting too dangerous. I'll send them home." Mac saw the fear flickering in her eyes. Gently he grasped her shoulders. "Wyatt Roberts isn't another Paul White Jo. Paul White got mixed up in the Gambini Mafia family."

"And what makes you so sure that Wyatt hasn't Mac? He knows some bad people out there."

"We can handle a few measly mobsters Jo."

She shook her head exasperatedly at him and pushed his hands off her shoulders. "Fine. Knock yourselves out."

Mac sighed inwardly. Dammit. "Jo. Don't be mad at me."

She walked back to the bench, collapsed onto it and slammed the putty against the wall.

"Jo." He watched her for several seconds as she continued to throw the putty. Great! She was ignoring him.

He released a heavy breath and shifted his eyes to Don.

Don gave him a 'Well don't look at me.' look and glanced across at Brad.

Mac rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath.

Don turned back to Brad. "Did you find anything on Tom Ramsay?"

Brad jammed his hands in his pockets and leaned back against the wall."Well . . . He grew up in Los Angeles. He had a clean record. Then he moved to Baltimore on April 1992, but he's only been arrested for a couple of minor offences. Drunk and disorderly. . ." Brad brought out a black pad and checked his notes. "That was 19th June 1993. And then he was up for a minor assault charge 10th November 1994." He closed the pad and pushed it back in his pocket. "The Police heard nothing from him after that, not until now, that is" Brad grabbed his Brief Case from the chair, unlocked it and brought out the file on Jo's case. "I've been down to the D. A's Office. He's reviewed the facts and evidence on your Case Jo."

She caught the putty and slowly met Brads gaze.

"He's not going to approve the charges until he gets the third copy of the C.S.I Report."

Don frowned. "He hasn't got it?"

Mac swore under his breath and snatched the file out of Brads hand. "What one are we talking about?"

"The D.A is happy with the Crime Scene Analysis Sheet, and the Report documenting the Evidence found in Jo's office. But as you all know there has to be another more thorough search carried out on Jo's whole building, and the report for that search, isn't in here.

Jo closed her eyes and leaned her head in her hands. "My God." She whispered.

Brad looked back at the file and pushed out a long, long breath. "The D.A talked to Wyatt over the phone. "Wyatt told him, the whole of Jo's property had been searched, but they hadn't finished writing the report up yet. Wyatt said he'd get it to him tomorrow."

"No doubt, he needed that extra time to plant more evidence in my damn building." She said between gritted teeth.

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"Do you see Tony Lockhurst?" Adam asked, pretending he was busy on his phone.

"Yea. He's in the corner of the room staring right at us." Lindsay looked back at Adam. "I don't see rage or guilt in his eyes. I see confusion. I see someone who feels like they're stuck between a rock and a hard place right now."

Adam shifted his eyes back at her. "He's looking around, not sure what to do next." He pushed his phone back in his pocket. "I'm gonna try and get him to talk to me."

Her eyes flashed to Adam. "We cant do that yet. We need to be sure he's not working with Wyatt?"

"I'm sure."

"How sure?"

Adam sighed heavily. "Sure enough."

"Adam we need to be 100% sure."

"Lindsay. Jo's running out of time." Adam whirled around and walked quickly away.

"Adam!" Lindsay tried to grab him, but he was too fast. "Get back here. . . Dammit." She muttered under her breath and watched anxiously as he circled around the crowded room and started toward Tony.

Adam inched his way around the two desks and around another group of officers. He glanced back. No one was looking his way, so he increased his pace and brushed passed Tony. "We need to talk about Wyatt Roberts. Meet me down Geyser street."

Lindsay looked away quickly. My God. He's actually done it. She released a long, pent up breath and moved quickly toward the main exit.

Careful not to draw attention to himself, Tony stayed rooted to the spot and waited, as he watched Adam walked out of the room to the main exit.

Lindsay moved swiftly into the hallway and glanced around her. She got lucky. There was no one milling around, so she was able to duck around the corner without being seen. Several seconds later Adam walked passed her and disappeared out of the precinct. She stayed there for another couple of minutes, before she saw Tony appear, quickening his pace as he moved across the hallway and out of the building after Adam.

She dashed out from the corner of the hallway, but was stopped at the door, when five Officers came flying through, dragging three violent drunks with them. She didn't wait but trying to push through these guys was slowed her up considerably. Finally she got out of the building and hurried down the steps. Her eyes darted up and down the side walk. Her heart raced. Oh God No. I've lost Adam.

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Tony walked for about 50 feet and turned down Raynor Road. A couple of minutes later, he hurried across the road and slowed his pace as he approached Geyser Street. He came to a stop and peeked down the narrow road.

Adam was pacing around, waiting.

Tony noticed that this guy wasn't carrying a weapon. He scanned the perimeter and slowly, put his gun back in his holster, then turned into Geyser Street and started to walk toward him. "Who the hell are you?"

Adam whirled around and glanced back at him. "I'm Adam Ross. I work at the C.S.I Department in Manhattan."

Dammit! I knew I should have just stayed at the damn station. "Okay, So what do you want?"

Adam walked up to him. "We know about Wyatt Roberts."

Tony stared across at him for several seconds. "What do you know?" he asked cautiously

"We know he fabricated evidence on the Illegal Gambling Case."

He drew in a deep breath, let it out. "Okay. Just because we've got some information missing, does not mean Wyatt fabricated evidence."

Adam held his gaze for several seconds. "That's what you want to believe isn't it?"

Tony narrowed his eyes at him. "Wyatt's been on the force for years. He's got a clean record. I'm not talking about this any more." He turned and started to walk away.

Adam raised his voice. "We also know he was involved in framing Jo Danville for Martys murder. Detective Don Flack overheard him on the phone when he was trying to find the Original Evidence Report."

Tony came to an abrupt stop and slowly turned back to Adam. "What Original Evidence Report?"

"Jo saw Wyatt last Monday, late in the evening. What he was up to looked suspicious to her, so the next day, she sneaked into the precinct and took a copy of his latest case file, the illegal gambling case. She looked through it, but everything seemed fine. So she went and asked Wyatt, what he was up to that night. He told her he was working undercover on an assignment, so she thought that explained why he was handing a guy a black briefcase and receiving a brown package . . ." Adam stopped mid sentence. Wyatt was staring wide eyed back at him. "What is it?"

Tony swallowed hard. "I don't know what your talking about." He swore under his breath and turned back to him. "I've only been working here for a month." He started to pace. "You got any proof to back this up?"

"No. But we're gonna find it."

Anxiously Tony scanned the area, then brought out a slip of paper. "If you're going to be crazy enough to pursue this, you need to find this guy."

Adam took the small scrap of paper from his hand and looked down at it. "It's a name." He glanced quickly back at him. "Who's George Brooks?"

"Wyatt's previous partner. A couple of months ago George handed in his resignation and just disappeared. No one's heard from him since. Wyatt's saying he doesn't know where he is." He took another look around. Then stared sternly back at Adam. "Do not approach me again."

Adam watched Tony take off out of Geyser Street at a steady jog. He sighed inwardly and hung around for a couple of minutes staring down at the scrap of paper in his hand before slipping it in his pocket and headed back to the station.

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Lindsay saw Tony Jogging up the side walk and quickly disappeared inside a café. When he passed by, she ran back out and watched him head back into the Station. Oh God. Adam where are you? Anxiety slammed her chest as she started to weave her way through the crowds. She came to Raynor Road on her right and was just about to cross it, when she saw Adam walking up the road toward her. Relief washed over her. She felt like she was going to collapse like a wet sponge. She ran up to him and punched him on the arm.

"Ouch. What was that for?"

Lindsay stared angrily at him. "That was for being an idiot. My God Adam. What were you thinking?"

"Hey. It's okay. Take a deep breath. Relax. Mac was right and so were we. I'm almost 100% certain now, that Tony has not joined the dark side of the force." Adam smiled, as he pretended to wave a light saber in his hand.

Lindsay rolled her eyes and pulled him back down the road, out of the crowds, "Just tell me what happened?" she asked dryly.

Adam pulled out a slip of paper from his pocket. "We need to find this guy. George Brooks."

A smile spread across her face. "Adam. You got us a lead."

Adam grinned back at her. "I know."

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Ten minutes Later, Mac wrenched open the back door. "Get in there and stay there until I tell you to move." he said sternly.

"But I got us a . . ."

"Adam. I don't want to hear it!" He interrupted angrily. "Now get in the car!" He watched Adam slide into the back seat with a glum look on his face. Mac muttered under his breath and slammed the door behind him.

Lindsay got in the back with Adam, and Don jumped in the passenger side.

Mac got behind the wheel and started the engine.

Don gazed across at Mac. "He did get us a lead."

Mac sighed heavily. For God sake. He tossed Don a stern glare.

Don sighed inwardly and turned his head back at Adam. "No questioning possible suspects or witnesses Adam. You're Job title isn't 'Detective Adam Ross.'"

Lindsay stifled a grin.

Adam scowled back at Don.

Don smiled and gazed back at the I Pad in his lap. "Okay. So we'll go to George Brooks previous Address. 52 West Lafayette Avenue and ask around the neighborhood. See if any of the neighbors knew where he disappeared to." Don glanced back at Mac and saw him gazing across the road at the station. He released a heavy breath. "She's gonna be okay. Brads staying with her."

"I know. . . I know." Mac sighed. "I just hate leaving her in there."

Don leaned his elbow on the side door and rubbed at his forehead. "Me too."

Mac pushed out a breath, shifted the car into gear and accelerated up the road.

A Black Van rolled around the corner and followed them from a distance.

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I'M THINKING THE ACTION MAY START IN THE NEXT CHAPTER, IF NOT IT WILL BE THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER. I'M MAKING THIS STORY UP AS I GO ALONG. LOL! SO I DON'T REALLY KNOW WHAT I'M WRITING FROM ONE CHAPTER TO THE NEXT.

OH, BUT I JUST REMEMBERED TO SAY. I WILL BE REVEALING WHAT'S ACTUALLY GOING ON IN BALTIMORE P.D . . . . MAY BE INTRODUCING SEVERAL NEW CHARACTERS. SOME THAT ARE WORKING WITH BRAD. . . . SOME THAT ARE TRYING TO FIND EVIDENCE AGAINST HIM.