A/N: this is the final chapter in this series. I am going to be finishing up another story, "CSI: Nick and the Lady" and then I will be introducing "CSI: NY Of Shadow and Light" and I think you will all enjoy it. In the mean time, thank you all for the kind reviews and I'm glad you enjoyed this series. I can and will promise a one-shot story that will take place after Mac and Randi's wedding, when they go on honeymoon in Miami and leave Fabio in the care of Lindsey and Danny and when that happens, mayhem ensues. Watch for it as it promises to be rib-busting good.

Chapter 35

Mac's in hospital, Randi. He took a nasty fall down a flight of stairs while fighting with a suspect and was found unconscious at the bottom. The only thing that saved him from what could have been a deadly situation was that his fall was partially blocked by Lindsey.

Stella's words echoed through her mind as Randi anxiously tapped her foot on the floor of the cab. She was racing towards St. Luke's Hospital, where she'd been told Mac had been taken to.

She had been at work, talking with the owner of an antiques store, who was hoping to do some appraisal work with her for a fair deal when Candy had taken the call. Normally Candy wouldn't have interrupted Randi but even she knew there were a few exceptions and this phone call had been one of them.

Randi had foisted the rest of the meeting off on Angel, who had smiled sympathetically and promptly started charming the store owner, as she had bolted out the door, grabbing the nearest available cab, only just remembering to grab her purse and jacket.

Now traffic was being a pain in the ass and moving way too slowly for her liking. The trip itself took about fifteen minutes longer than she'd thought was necessary but she was too impatient to quibble with the driver. She simply paid him and bolted for the entrance of the hospital.

At the Emergency Room Reception, she spoke to the nurse.

"I'm looking for Detective Mac Taylor. I was told he was brought here," she said.

"What's your relation to him?" the nurse asked, checking her screen.

"I'm his girlfriend," she said.

"In that case, you'll have to talk to that officer," the nurse said, pointing towards the officer who was standing near the entrance to the various cubicles.

To Randi's experienced eye, the officer looked like a bit of a greenhorn as she approached him, taking care to open her Union coat. He raised an eyebrow at her, which was understandable, considering what she was wearing.

She'd felt like going Asian today and had chosen to wear a bright rainbow-colored Ao Dai, which was a traditional Vietnamese woman's dress. It was split up the sides to about her midriff and underneath she wore snug low-rise white dress slacks that flashed a bit of skin whenever she moved. She also wore red leather ankle boots and had her hair done up in a twist and decorated with pretty fake roses and hair sticks. Gold was the choice color of her jewelry.

"I'm here to see Detective Mac Taylor," she said.

"Relation?" the officer asked.

"I'm his girlfriend."

The officer snorted. "Yeah right. Like I haven't heard that before. Lady, go wait in the waiting room like everyone else. If you're really his girlfriend, he'll ask for you."

"Did you know you're cute?" she asked sweetly. "Bet you didn't know you were stupid as well. And I guess your mama didn't teach you any manners." She glared as he flushed. "My name is Randi Wilcox and I am Detective Taylor's girlfriend. I just got a phone call from Detective Stella Bonasera informing me that he had taken a fall down a flight of stairs and had been taken here." She smiled sweetly. "Now, you have a choice. You can either kindly tell me where Mac is or, if you don't know, then direct me to someone who does. And if you can't do either, then tell me where Stella is or, if you can't even manage that, then get the hell out of my way, boy."

"Randi," came a gruff male voice. An elderly cop joined them.

"Sergeant Pete Belross, such a pleasure to see you again," Randi said, smiling sweetly at the man.

"So the rumors are true; you and Taylor are seeing each other," the officer said, smiling back.

"Would Stella have called me otherwise?"

"Good point. Tell you what; you don't crucify this fellow here and I'll take you to Taylor."

"I can live with that." And with an icy smile at the younger officer, she followed the senior officer down the hall.

"Stella said Mac fell down a flight of stairs. How the hell did that happen?" she asked as they walked.

"Thought we'd cleared a crime scene but it turned out that the suspect was hiding in a closet we thought was simply stuck. It just happened to be at the top of a short flight of stairs. He and Flack and another officer went after the suspect but Taylor wound up catching an elbow in the face and lost his balance."

"Stella also mentioned Lindsey Monroe had stopped the fall from being a lot worse than what it could have been."

"That's right. She was halfway up the stairs when he fell. She wasn't able to stop him from falling all the way down as he did crack his head pretty good but she was able to stop him from breaking his neck."

"Thank God for her."

"Indeed. They're keeping Taylor over-night for observation but aside from a hell of a headache, he should be okay."

"And Lindsey?"

"She's got Messer fussing over her but aside from some nasty bruises she'll be okay."

They arrived at Mac's room and Randi cautiously stuck her head in. He lay in the hospital bed, wearing a gown and hooked up to an i.v. Randi winced at the nasty bruise that was forming on his head and entered the room. He looked like he was sleeping and she removed her coat, pulling up the chair the chair that was beside the bed and sitting down beside him.

He stirred and turned to look at her. "Hey."

"Hey yourself," she said, reaching for his hand, which he gripped tightly. "Hear you had an argument with a flight of stairs and lost."

He chuckled. "Something like that. How's Lindsey, do you know?"

"She's doing okay. Danny's apparently fussing over her and she's going to have some nasty bruises but she saved you from taking a far worse fall. Be nice to her for a while, huh?"

He chuckled again.

"How are you feeling?" she asked.

"Head hurts like hell and so does the bridge of my nose."

"Understandable. Belross says you caught an elbow to the face which caused you to go tumbling."

"Ouch."

"Do me a favor, huh?"

"If I can."

"If you're going to scare me like that again, at least give me some kind of warning so I can take a cup of tea to prep my nerves beforehand."

He chuckled. Then he tugged her on to the bed. "I'll tell you what I'm going to do," he said as he settled her down beside him. "Once I get out of here, I am going to take you home and make love to you until the sun explodes and if we make a few babies along the way, so much more the better."

Her eyebrows shot up. "Are you serious?"

"Never been more serious in my life."

She smiled warmly. "In that case, that sounds good to me." And she laid her head down beside his. Within moments, both of them were sound asleep.

A few hours later, Stella stuck her head in the room, along with Flack, who grinned at the pair sleeping soundly, Mac's arm tightly around Randi's shoulders.

"I hear wedding bells," Flack quipped quietly.

"Think we should let the nurses know not to disturb 'em for a while?" Stella asked, even as Flack took out his phone and quickly snapped a picture of the sleeping couple. Perfect blackmail material.

"Nah, I'm sure they'll figure it out themselves. Let 'em sleep. Besides, they look so cute together."

And Stella and Flack quietly closed the door, letting the odd pair sleep on.