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Mac sat in his swivel chair at his desk in his office looking at the dark sky. He was thinking about Lindsey and Danny. Where were they? They didn't answer their phones or beepers. He sighed I have to call again. Maybe they…he picked up the phone and hesitated for a second. He dialed Danny's number. "Maybe they will just show up." He said out loud to himself not knowing that Stella was there.
"Who?" Stella came back with a brown paper bag. She placed it down on his desk. "Eat." She demanded to him. Mac nodded. He couldn't eat not knowing were his detectives were. "Danny, this is Mac. Call me immediately." Mac said into the phone when he got Danny's answering machine once again. He looked up at Stella,
"Eat," she ordered him again.
"I can't…"
"You need to eat Mac. You haven't all day." She took a seat in front of him. She wasn't going to give up. "I know you're worried about them. So am I but…"
"Heard from Danny?" Mac looked up shaking his head at Hawkes.
"Not yet." Something Mac wasn't telling them was he sent a cop to go by Danny's apartment and that the report from the scene was that he never showed up. That was what was worrying Mac the most. No one there saw him or his car. They hadn't seen any sign of it over at Lindsey either. Where could they be? I told him…Mac let his mind wonder about all that could have gone wrong…that's when thephone rang bringing him back to reality.
"Mac Taylor." He answered it trying to stay calm. "Samantha!" he sounded shock to hear from her. Both Stella and Hawkes exchanged looks.
"I'm working right now." Sam said in the phone as she took her small break. "I'll be at the bar on 10th ave. I got what you needed."
"Samantha." Called her boss Lenny. She placed her hand over the phone. "Coming." She placed the phone back to her ear. "Look I got to go but we need to talk." Samantha was going to tell him everything about the two of them.
Mac walked in the smoke filled bar on 10th ave. the bell above his head rang letting everyone know he was coming in. He made his was to the bar and found an empty seat.
"What can I get you?" asked the bartender, who also ran the bar.
"Can't drink. I'm on the job." He showed the man his badge. "Coffee then, on the house." He knew that Samantha had called the detective earlier.
"That would be nice."
"Samantha coffee at the bar." He would let them talk. Samantha knew that could only mean one thing that Mac Taylor was here, for most people in the bar never wanted coffee except cops. Samantha delivered the rest of her tray then walked back to the bar where she saw him sitting looking around.
"One coffee coming up." She poured Mac a cup of coffee.
"How did it go with Angel?"
"Very emotional….anyway, I have what you asked for. I'll get it on my next break." A customer waved her down. Mac just nodded. He turned to face the floor and sipped his coffee. He was watching all the people coming and going.
"Lonely night?"
"Working," he flashed open his coat. The blond woman saw his badge and gun.
"Well, if you ever want a good time." She kissed a business card and slid it to him. "Call me." She started back to the table where she came from. Mac looked at the card. It had lipstick over the name Tammy 555-gets fun. Mac slid the card in his pocket. Could come in handy one day. Sam whispered to Mac to follower her. He left towards the back room. She handed him a bag.
"There you go." He placed the bag inside his coat. "Angel wanted to know if you found her father. I…" she sighed. "She told me her story and everything. She's scared…"
"I know with all that is happening I would be too, if I was her."
"She doesn't trust much, how are we going to help her?"
"We're working on that." Mac was about to leave when Sam grabbed the sleeve of his coat. He looked down at his arm then back at her.
"Mac there's something that I have to tell you." He sat down with his back towards the door as Sam went on. "Angel and I go way back…"
"How far?" he questioned.
"Um…we…she was about nine maybe ten years old and I was about 12, 13 somewhere around then. We were friends. I thought she died in a fiery car crash. I…"
"That was you.." he pointed at her. He didn't mean too it was just that he was shocked to hear it from her. So Angel is telling the truth. "That means that…. That was….he was."
"Don, yes. Don was in that car that….that night." She breathed in deeply trying to control her emotions again. "I remember cause she…she saved my…our lives."
"Does Don?"
"He doesn't know yet. He doesn't know that that's her. He had a dream but doesn't know that she's here… or even alive." Sam rubbed her nose. The door the office opened..
"Samantha, I told you no one back here." Yelled the boss in a guff stern voice. Mac who was facing Sam had his back to the door, got to his feet and faced the man that was yelling. There was no need to be that loud.
"Oh, sorry detective I…" the boss said in a more normal tone of voice.
"That's ok. I think we're finished here." He shook Sam's hand. "Thanks for all your help. We will be in touch." He winked at her.
