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 from "Supernatural," they belong to Eric Kripke and the WB.
Anybody happen to know when they're putting Season 2 of Supernatural out on DVD?
Sorry it's taken so long. I'm fine-tuning the ending. It's coming soon!
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CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Can we rethink this plan?" Danny asked Mac. He, Mac and Sam Winchester were standing in downtown New York City in the middle of the night. It was chilly, and Danny buttoned his leather jacket up another notch.
"Danny, we have to do this. I don't like it anymore than you," Mac said. "But it's all we got."
"I was kiddin', Mac. You know, if this chick kills me, Lindsay will kill you both," Danny warned them. He was trying to keep the tone light, but there was an ominous feeling in the cold air.
"I'll let her," Mac replied, but his tone was far from joking. Danny had been sensing something was off with his boss all night.
"Girl troubles?" Danny asked him. He knew the feeling.
Mac buttoned his jacket up another notch. "Peyton thinks I'm crazy," he said.
"You told her about all this, huh?" Danny asked.
"I'm wishing I hadn't," he replied.
"Look at it this way," Sam cut in. For a moment, he felt like he'd butted into a conversation he wasn't supposed to be a part of. But when Mac and Danny both looked like they were waiting for an answer, Sam continued, "If you hadn't told her, you'd be keeping a big secret from her. And that's worse than not telling her."
"Spoken from experience?" Mac asked him.
Sam thought of Stanford and Jessica and nodded briefly. "Unfortunately, yeah."
There was awkward silence.
"I hope this works," Sam said. His fingers were gripped around the revolver in his pocket with a barrel of silver bullets. His brother would be less than thrilled if something happened to him tonight. They had lost their dad, and it would be devastating on one or the other of them if they got left alone. He wished Dean was here. Dean was a better shot, kept a cooler head, knew what to do if something went wrong...
A few tense and silent minutes passed. "Maybe this wasn't a good idea. New York is huge," Danny said. "How's she gonna know where to find us?"
"You smell," a voice hissed.
The three men turned. Spike leaned lazily on the fire escape rail above them. She was dressed in black pants and a white leather jacket. The piece of hair streaked blue fell into her eye. Spike looked around the alley. "And so does this alley." She wrinkled her nose. "God, could you have picked a nastier place to have this throwdown?"
"Wanted you to feel at home," Danny spat.
She pouted. "Aw, Detective, now that was a little low, wasn't it?"
"You've been makin' me regret lettin' you live for a while now, Spike," Danny said. "Figured you'd be grateful we didn't off you."
"Oh, I was." Spike jumped the railing and landed easily the ten feet below it. She was now face to face with Mac, Danny and Sam. "But you killed my dad, detective," she said pointedly to Mac. She glared at Danny. "And you were there. You and your damned girlfriend.
"Damned girlfriend? Now that's kinda the pot callin' the kettle black, ain't it?" Danny shot back.
"You've been wasting your time," Mac told Spike. "It wasn't actually me that killed your dad. I helped someone else." He looked directly into her eyes. Usually, anyone on the receiving end of that glance knew they were screwed. "But I don't regret it. In fact, I'd rather you be after me than any of my team. Because you're scared and you think you're tough. And you'll go down just like the others did." His eyes bored into her. It set Spike a little on edge. She wasn't quite used to prey that wanted to fight back.
Not that it mattered.
Spike growled, an animal-like howl, and leapt onto Mac Taylor, sending him to the ground. Danny ran to pull her off, but with one arm, she knocked him into some garbage cans nearby. Danny hit hard, and crumpled to the ground.
Sam pulled out the revolver and took aim. "Damn it." The problem was he ran the risk of hitting Mac. He didn't have a clear shot.
"Shoot her, damn it!" Mac yelled, trying to keep Spike's teeth away from his neck. He slammed his elbow into her face. She growled, her eyes glowing a deep gold, and tried again.
"I can't, I'll hit you!" Sam argued.
"It doesn't matter!" Mac shouted back. He tried to elbow her again, but Spike knocked his arm easily away and pinned it down. Spike shoved his head to the side, and leaned in for the kill...
Danny Messer came out of nowhere, past Sam and slammed into Spike like a linebacker, and tore her off Mac. He landed hard on the alley floor. Spike hauled him up by the jacket collar. She cranked his head to the side. "First you, then the old man, then the kid. And then, I'll go after that pretty girl from the club. Lindsay, I think her name was? I'm not gonna stop, Detective, and you won't be able to do a damn thing about it. Tell my Dad I said hi, Detective," she hissed in his ear. "You'll see him in hell."
There was a resounding crack that wound its way through the alley. Both Sam and Mac looked around in surprise. Mac looked at Sam. Sam held his hands- his empty hands up in the air. Mac didn't have a gun, at least, not one that would do any good, anyway.
Both of them turned to Spike and Danny. Danny slumped down to the ground. Spike turned to face the other two. The look on her face was one of shock. Her gaze traveled down to her stomach, where a smoking hole was ripped through her jacket. She looked back at Danny, who weakly shook the revolver he'd grabbed from Sam's hand at her. "You'll see him first," he replied as Spike Gareth exploded into a pyre of ashes.
The three men looked at each other. Sam was the first to speak. "Damn, Detective, nice tackle!"
Danny burst out laughing. He couldn't help it. Then he winced. "Ow. That hurts." He got up and started walking out of the alley.
"Danny!" Mac yelled. "Where are you going?"
He didn't answer. He was going home. And he wasn't making one single stop on the way home.
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Lindsay paced Danny's living room floor. She twisted the ring on her finger. She looked out the window into the cool night. The moon peeked in between the sky scrapers.
The door opening made her jump. She turned.
Danny stood there. He had a few cuts and scrapes, and his favorite jacket was ripped.
But he was alive.
Lindsay threw her arms around him. Danny returned the gesture.
They stayed like that for a long time.
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Mac and Sam were driving back to the lab so Mac could start paperwork on the night's events when Mac's cell phone rang. "Yeah, Stella. What?" He frowned. "How long ago? No, no, okay, we're turning around and coming that way. Give us ten minutes."
He hung up and turned to Sam. "That was Stella. The girl from the Institute, Jessica Anders, is missing."
"Where would she go?" Sam asked.
"If she's planning on skipping town, the airports, the bus stations...she could go anywhere." Mac thought out.
"Why would she run?" Sam wondered.
"People are blaming her for the Kelso kids' deaths." Mac explained.
"Are they serious? It wasn't her fault, there wasn't anything she could've done.""We know that...but it's harder for her. It's almost like survivor's guilt," Mac replied. "The Kelsos used to be the closest thing to family she had."
Sam said, "Mac, would she go back to the Institute before she left?" No idea why he thought that. He just said it.
"It's a possibility," Mac said. Realization dawned.
"Mac...we have to get there. Now," Sam stressed, dialing Dean's phone.
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I'm thinking one or two more chapters on this one. Thanks to gottaluvcsi, who reviewed Chapter 10. I appreciate it!
