Disclaimer: I do not own CSI:NY or the FRIENDS storylines. If I did own CSI:NY, Mac and Stella would be together.
Notes: Drama! Welcome to my world. My class has a lot of drama. I hope you all like this one. I'm trying something new. Like always, enjoy.
The One With The Tension
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This town is colder now, I think it's sick of us
It's time to make our move, I'm shaking off the rust
I've got my heart set on anywhere but here
I'm staring down myself, counting up the years
Steady hands just take the wheel
Ever glance is killing me
Time to make one last appeal
For the life I lead
Stop and stare
I think I'm moving, but I go nowhere
Yeah, I know that everyone gets scared
But I've become what I can't be, oh
Stop and Stare
You start to wonder why you're here not there
And you'd give anything to get what's fair
But fair ain't what you really need
Oh, can you see what I see?
They're trying to come back, all my senses push
Untie the weight bags, I never thought I could
Steady feet, don't fail me now
I will run till you can't walk
Something pulls my focus out
And I'm standing down
Stop and stare
I think I'm moving, but I go nowhere
Yeah, I know that everyone gets scared
But I've become what I can't be, oh
Stop and stare
You start to wonder why you're here not there
And you'd give anything to get what's fair
But fair ain't what you really need
Oh, you don't need
What you need, what you need
What you need
Stop and stare
I think I'm moving, but I go nowhere
Yeah, I know that everyone gets scared
I've become what I can't be
Oh, do you see what I see?
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"Mac's phone?" Kelly suggested. She realized that of course they had tried that. Nothing she was going to bring then was an original idea.
"We tried. It's of-" Stella stopped. Her phone was ringing. It was 'Mac.' She put it on speaker.
"So you know he's at the docks. Congratulations. Why don't you try 1467 Durango Road?" Click.
"We might as well," Hawkes said. Kelly was mad at him but knew he was right. This guy wanted them to find Mac. He wanted something.
"Flack," Stella told the detective.
"Alright, Kells, come with me," Flack turned to walk off. Kelly followed.
"Why me?" Kelly asked.
"Need to get you and Hawkes away from each other," Flack replied. Kelly nodded. They walked in silence, haunted by being one step behind this guy.
"How did that guy know that we knew that Mac was at the docks?" she asked concerned. Was there a mole in the lab?
"I don't know. Ever been to the docks?" Flack asked.
"Once, with Hawkes," she told him. The conversation changed. It had to. This situation with Mac and now Kelly and Hawkes was slowly tearing the team apart. It had to stop.
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Oh brother I can't, I can't get through
I've been trying hard to reach you 'cause I don't know what to do
Oh brother I can't believe it's true
I'm so scared about the future and I wanna talk to you
Oh I wanna talk to you
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Mac was shaken awake. He felt the barrel of a gun against the bottom of his skull. Why was this abduction feeling becoming almost comforting to him? He breathed in and out feeling the guy pushing the barrel harder against his head. Why did he have the sudden image of Sid performing an autopsy on him? It made him want to laugh. He could only imagine what Sid would say. What the team would say.
"Walk," a gruff voice ordered. He had no choice. His hands were bound behind him. The twine used was burrowing in his skin. He saw that it was morning now. He heard sirens in the distance. Maybe it was Flack or Stella. They had to know that he was missing by now. Kelly was probably making several sarcastic remarks to Danny. Hawkes was probably laughing. Lindsay and Danny were probably flirting knowing full well that they were stuck in limbo. Stella was probably being annoyed by the team. Heck, the team always annoyed him. Mac was shoved into a black Lincoln Navigator. He heard a car drive near the warehouse and stop. He heard two doors slam. His door slammed. The window was tinted so he couldn't see much.
"Flack, here it is," Kelly yelled above the noise of the ocean. Mac sighed inwardly. He knew they were looking for him, but they were too late. The SUV drove off. He saw the two detectives coming closer. What was this driver getting at? Was he trying to kill them?
"Kelly, move!" Flack half tackled her to the ground away from the Navigator. They rolled into a pile of garbage. Neither cared about that at that moment. They only cared about finding Mac.
"Mac!" she yelled when she got up. She took a mental picture of the car and the license plate.
"Do you think he was in that car?" Flack asked.
"I'm sure of it. Let's see if there's anything left in the warehouse," Kelly picked her kit up off the ground. They walked into the seemingly empty warehouse. Kelly took out her ALS light. She handed a pair of the glasses to Flack so he could spot things also. They walked in silence as Kelly scanned the floor with the light.
"There," Flack pointed to where she had just flashed the light. There was a stain. It looked as if someone had cleaned something up. Kelly took a swab and rubbed it on the stain. She sprayed it, and the swab turned purple. Blood. Mac's blood.
"Blood," she sighed. She called Stella.
"We have blood, and a vehicle tried to kill Flack and I. We have the license plate number. It's 357 Charlie Normandy Charlie," Kelly told her. "It's a black Lincoln Navigator so at least these guys have style."
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You could take a picture of something you see
In the future where will I be?
You could climb a ladder up to the sun
Or write a song nobody had sung
Or do something that's never been done
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"Adam, run this plate," Stella handed him the paper with the information on it. Adam typed the plate in. The owner was a Michael Samuelson. The plates matched the description of the car. It finally looked like they had a good lead. Stella called Flack.
"Yeah, we will go pick this guy up," Flack told her as Kelly mouthed that she was done. They had found a few fibers, but that was it. Paucity was the worry here. How could they clean up so well? Locard had once said that whenever you enter a room you take part of the room with you, and you leave part of you behind in that room. Something wasn't right about this. More than Mac missing. There was something eerie going on.
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Are you lost or incomplete?
Do you feel like a puzzle, you can't find your missing piece?
Tell me how you feel
Well I like they're talking in a language I don't speak
And they're talking it to me
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"NYPD!" Flack yelled. "Gotta love saying that."
"Yeah," Kelly drew her gun. Flack kicked in the door. Kelly went in first.
"And they say chivalry is dead," Kelly mumbled. Michael Samuelson was listening to music and playing darts.
"Michael Samuelson," Flack yelled. The man turned around coming face to face with Kelly and Flack with their guns pointed at him.
"Yeah?" he took out his headphones.
"You're under arrest," Flack put his gun in its holster and handcuffed Mr. Samuelson. Kelly kept her gun drawn. She wanted to shoot this guy. She wanted to be the one who ended this guy's life. It was more than finding Mac. It was getting over her past.
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So you take a picture of something you see
In the future where will I be?
You could climb a ladder up to the sun
Or write a song nobody had sung
Or do something that's never been done
Or do something that's never been done
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"I'll take interrogation," Kelly told them. No one argued with her. Flack decided to partner up with her. They were a good team. Both were on an anger high after the car incident so they knew they were going to get something out of Michael.
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So you don't know where you're going and you wanna talk
And you feel like you're going where you've been before
You'll tell anyone who'll listen but you feel ignored
Nothing's really making sense at all
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"We found your car," Flack said. It's true they had found it, but it was still in use. The funny thing was that the car had enough of a head start to get to Michael's place and get away without being seen by Flack or Kelly.
"Great, I wasn't looking for it," he told them not realizing that this would get a convention.
"I'm going to cut to the chase. Just tell us where he is," Kelly spat. She was leaning over her side of the table. She had a glint in her eyes that she only saved for Hawkes at that time and mostly Mac. This glint was rage fueled though. It was a look that scared any and every man she'd met.
"I don't know who you are talking about," Michael replied trying to act like he knew nothing.
"You're an idiot. You led us right to you. You are going to tell us where Detective Taylor is," Flack told the suspect.
"I don't know a Detective Taylor"
"Cut the crap! Tell us where he is!" Kelly yelled. Her anger echoed in the room. She wanted to drive her fist into this guy's head. She knew Flack was wanting to do the same.
"Alright"
"Where is he?"
"Probably dead by now, honey"
"Shut up!" Flack was now up. The suspect was against the wall. Kelly and Flack were up in his face.
"Where is he?" Kelly again asked enraged. She didn't care what this guy said to her. They had to find Mac. Her arm was starting to 'accidently' cut this guy's breathing off. Flack did nothing to intervene. His arm would have been at this guy's throat if Kelly's wasn't there at that time.
"27th and 7th in a shop called Noticeable Remains. He's in the garage behind it," Michael admitted gasping for air.
"We're going to check. If he's not there, I will come back and finish what I started," Kelly told him quietly so the camera in the room couldn't pick it up. Flack said nothing to counter her. He wouldn't have. He would be the one with her killing this guy. Mac was someone they looked up to. They weren't about to lose him.
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Let's talk, let's talk
Let's talk, let's talk
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"NYPD!" Flack yelled when they got to the garage. He had his gun drawn as did Stella and Kelly. He kicked in the door before Kelly got the chance to. She gave Flack a look, but went into the room anyway. Mac was there much to the relief of them, but he was being held at gun point. What other predicament were they expecting to find him in?
"Drop your weapons or I'll shoot him," the rough voice told them. Flack and Stella lowered theirs as an attempt to save their friend, but Kelly didn't. Kelly wasn't following the plan. She never intended to. She stood intensely focusing on the guy holding a gun at Mac's head. She wasn't playing a game of Chicken. This was real. She was on an emotional high. Kelly had so much pain and anger channeled in this moment. Her arms or hands weren't shaking. She stood perfectly still breathing steadily. This was one gun fight she refused to lose. Her eyes were almost as sharp as knives. Had she no gun, they would have been adequate weapons. Time stood still for her. She had already made her decision. Now, she had to face the reaction. A sudden thought of Newton's third law. For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. What would be the opposite reaction to her action? What would be the consequences?
"No," Kelly refused. Mac's heart skipped a beat. What was she playing at? Time stood still. Mac felt like he was the only one moving in a frozen world. He looked around at Flack and Stella. Shock. Confusion. Anger. He turned to Kelly. Determination. Fury. Deep down there was hurt in her eyes. It was something that you would never see unless you looked into her eyes for a long time. He wondered if Hawkes had seen that in her. He wondered why Kelly never told Hawkes anything about her past. About her family. About her brother. About herself. He wondered if Hawkes really even knew how sad Kelly was. That she had been hurt. That she used humor as a defense mechanism. Even though all of the things added up, her refusal didn't. He again asked himself what she was playing at. Why was he suddenly so concerned about her? He didn't want to like her or feel sorry for her. She certainly hated people feeling sorry. She was intriguing him. What made her like this? Why did he feel that it had something to do with her brother, Kevin? Why did he think that now she was trying to right a wrong?
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I never knew
I never knew that everything was falling through
That everyone I knew was waiting on a cue
To turn and run when all I needed was the truth
But that's how it's got to be
It's coming down to nothing more than apathy
I'd rather run the other way than stay and see
The smoke and who's still standing when it clears
Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
Eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind
Let's rearrange
I wish you were a stranger I could disengage
Just say that we agree and then never change
Soften a bit until we all just get along
But that's disregard
Find another friend and you discard
As you lose the argument in the cable car
Hanging above as the canyon comes between
Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
Eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind
And suddenly I become a part of your past
I'm becoming the part that don't last
I'm losing you and it's effortless
Without a sound we lose sight of the ground
In the throw around
Never thought that you wanted to bring it down
I won't let it go down till we torch it ourselves
Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
Eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind
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After Notes: Cliffhanger! Will Mac survive? Will Kelly and Hawkes get back together? Tune in next time for the resolution of the cliffhanger! I thought the songs fit all of the characters, really. The first song is Stop and Stare by OneRepublic. The song interspersed is Talk by Coldplay. If you don't know what song the third one is, it's Over My Head(Cable Car) by The Fray. Please review! I would like to thank my reviewers: Lyric Mania, EverythingIsConnected, lily moonlight, Bonasera, and Blue Shadowdancer! They rock. I'm not forgetful. I'm not thanking luf100 and CSIMiami17. They know what they did. Let me state this clearly. Mac belongs to Stella! Hope you all had a great day! :D
