Chapter 11

Back at the station, Mac and Don finally had the Piccards locked in a cell.

"Listen Don, I need to go see my wife. She needs to be informed, then I have to find someone to watch her when I bring her home."

"Take her to our place Mac. Virginia will watch her. This way she can be close to the search."

Nodding his agreement, Mac headed out, while Don called Danny in New York.

"Hello."

"Hey Linds, it's Don. Is Danny around?"

"He is, hold on, okay? Danny... Don's on the phone."

"Thanks Linds, you might want to grab Lucy, she's making her way into the kitchen. Hey Donnie, what's up?"

"Two things. First, Calista is missing. It's a very long story, one I don't have time to go into too. Second we need you and the rest of the team here."

"Christ... how's Mac, and Stella doing?"

"Mac's not good, Stella almost lost the baby. Just get yourself, and the team over here, ASAP."

"Okay, Don. We will be there in a couple days. But I need some kind of heads up, to give Sheldon and Adam."

"Just turn on the news. It's all over the stations. Just hurry, Messer."

Hanging up the phone, Don turned and seen Emerson.

"What is it, Emerson?"

"It's not good Don. I just heard the weather report. It seems we have a major storm coming in over the next day or so. It's going to bring heavy rains, and severe flooding. I'm afraid if we don't find the Taylor girl by then, she'll die for sure from the floods, and mud slides."

"Great, just one more thing to worry about. Thanks Emerson. Tell your group to take a break."

Nodding his okay, he headed back to the command post.

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When Mac arrived at the Hospital he headed to his wife's room. Opening the door, he found her on her side softly crying, as she watched her daughters picture flash across the screen. Clicking off the television, he crawled in beside her, turning her into his arms.

"Come on sweetheart, try not to cry."

"Our baby, Mac. Our little baby girl. She must be so scared, so frightened out there all alone. I've heard people talking Mac, I've heard them saying... she will never be found alive. I want to go home, Mac. Please... just make the talk stop."

Neslting his wife closer while she cried, he felt his son rippled through her tummy. Taking his hand, he placed it where his childs head lay nestled, as it stopped. "It's okay son. Daddy's here, go back to sleep. Sleep for mommy, sweetheart." Feeling the ripples stop, Mac seen the nurse walk in.

"Hi Sheriff, any luck on finding your daughter, yet?"

Shaking his head, no. He seen the syringe in her hand.

"What's that you're giving her?"

"It's medication to stop her contractions. She's been having them for two hours now. Did the doctor not call you back? Informing you, her condition had become worse."

"No... no one called. Then again, I haven't checked my calls. She can still come home in the morning, right?"

"If we can get the contrations to stop, yes. If not, then her remaining two and a half months will be spent with us, in the Hospital."

"Please Mac, I want to go home."

"Shh... I know Stel. I'm going to do everything possible, until then, you need to help our son too. You need to calm down and rest."

"Noooooooooo... she screamed out. How am I suppose to rest, when my daughter is out there? How? Why is God doing this to us? Why... she yelled as the pain came on strong. "Auuuuuuugh."

Looking under the blanket the nurse noticed her water had broke. Pressing the call button, she paged Stella's OBGYN. Running into the room, he didn't need to ask, for the blood was already soaking the sheets.

"Let's get her down to the OR. Stat, before her son drowns in her fluid and blood."

Racing Stella down to the OR, Mac followed to the end of the doors, then falling to his knees, he cried. Cursing God, for all the pain and hurt, he had brought into their lives.

tbc...