Wake up, Mac Taylor…

Mac almost woke up. He heard that whisper. It sounded so familiar. He was so tired that he did not want to respond to that. He drifted back into sleep until he felt someone touch his head.

"Wake up, Mac Taylor," she whispered again.

Mac suddenly sat up and stared into the face of…Victoria. That was her name. Suddenly, he remembered everything that had happened the night before. He stared at her. "How did you do that to me?" he asked.

"I have my ways," Victoria said. She reached to touch his face.

Mac backed away. "Stay away from me!" he said. He got up and backed away from her. "I don't know how you're doing this to me but you're not going to use me for a plaything."

"I already did and I will again."

Mac backed up as Victoria came toward him again. "You can't resist me," she said. "I thought we had a lot of fun last night. Why would you want to resist me?"

"Because I don't love you!" Mac said.

"Well, unfortunately, this will be our last night together."

Mac stared at her. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Tomorrow night, you'll have to find someone of your own."

Mac frowned. "You're insane!" He grabbed his cell phone and started to dial Jo's number.

"Oh, must we go through the thing with the cell phone again?"

Mac suddenly felt like his eyes would not focus and he felt almost paralyzed again. He tried to keep dialing the number, but Victoria took the phone from him…or at least he thought that must have been what happened. The next thing he knew, he was lying on the bed and Victoria was there. "Get away from me!" Mac demanded.

Victoria did not listen. She licked his neck and then bit him. Mac gasped as she lingered longer than before and he started to feel a little lightheaded. Then she licked his neck again. Mac felt like he was in a dream again…

Mac sat straight up in bed and stared around him. It was just like the morning before. He was awake at 8:30 and he felt exhausted. He fell backward on the bed and just went back to sleep. At around 9, he was awakened by someone banging on his door.

"Hey, Mac!"

Mac knew that voice. It was none other than Don Flack. Mac supposed they had sent him to see if he was alright since he was not at work. He dragged himself out of bed and put on a robe and went to the door. When he opened the door, Don could tell Mac was still tired. "Where you been?" Don asked. "I thought I was going to have to kick this door in."

"Don't be kicking my door in," Mac said. "If I don't come to the door just go get the key from the landlord."

"Are you alright?"

"No. I am so tired, there is no way I can make it to the office. Tell them to call me with any information they have."

"They tried. You didn't answer the phone."

Mac frowned. He remembered something about his phone but he was not sure what it was. "Sorry," he said. "Just call it so I can find it."

Don dialed Mac's number but they did not hear it ring. Mac sighed. "It must be turned off," he said. "I'll find it."

"You need any help?"

"No, I just need sleep."

"I'll talk to you later then."

Mac closed the door and looked at his living room. He did not know where his phone was. He began searching for it and found it under the sofa. He thought he must have dropped it last night…or did he? He went into his bedroom and put the phone on the charger and turned it back on. There were seven missed calls and 5 missed text messages. He got his phone and called Jo to find out what everybody wanted.

"Mac, where have you been?" Jo asked.

"Asleep," Mac said. "I think."

"What does that mean?"

"Jo, tell me if the tox report is back yet."

"Yes, it is. There was nothing there."

"Get Sheldon over here to do another one," Mac said. "I want him to do blood and everything else."

"I'll do it."

"It happened again, Jo."

"Oh, Mac, I should have come to check on you."

"It's not your fault. I think this situation is a lot worse than we think."

"What do you mean?"

Mac thought a moment. "I don't know," he said. "There's just so many things that I can't remember but I know I know them."

Jo absorbed that. "Mac, I don't know what to tell you but Sheldon is on his way," she said.

"Okay."

Mac ended the call and laid his phone on the bed as he lay down himself. He had to get ready for Sheldon to come but he was so tired…

The next thing Mac knew, someone was knocking on the door again and his phone was ringing. He realized he had dozed off again. He got up and went to the door as he was looking at the phone. "Taylor," he answered.

"Mac, are you coming to the door?" Sheldon asked.

"Yes," Mac said. "I dozed off again."

Mac opened the door and let Sheldon in. "Sorry about that," Mac said.

"Not to worry," Sheldon replied. "I'm a doctor. I'm never going to be critical of anyone getting some rest."

They went into the kitchen to the dining room and sat at the table. Sheldon began getting his equipment ready. Mac rubbed his hair back. "It happened again," he said.

"That's what Jo told us," Sheldon replied. "Everyone is working to find out who's doing this."

Mac pulled the sleeve on his robe up. "I hope we can figure this out soon because I don't think I can take much more of this."

Sheldon stared at Mac. "I have a friend who is a psychiatrist," he said. "I can ask him to see you and no one else has to know about it. He would gladly see if you have been hypnotized or if there's something else affecting your mind."

Mac frowned. "I'm not crazy, Sheldon," he said. "I know something happened to me last night and I just can't remember it."

"He might be able to help you figure it out, Mac. You could at least try."

Mac nodded. "Okay, I will."

"I'll call him after I get done here and let him know that you need to see him."

Mac frowned and nodded. Sheldon tied a rubber tourniquet around Mac's arm. "I feel like I'm having déjà vu since I just did this yesterday," he remarked. He got the syringe ready and looked at Mac. "Don't worry. We're going to figure this out."

Mac nodded but he was not so sure of that. He just stared at the floor as Sheldon stuck the needle in his arm. He felt like he was in a fog. He almost fell asleep while Sheldon was drawing the blood. When that was done, he gave Mac a cup. Mac looked at it with a sarcastic look. "I'll be back in a minute," he said and went into the bathroom.

Sheldon began putting everything away while he waited for Mac. He hoped they could find out something soon. He had noticed how pale Mac looked and how bloodshot his eyes were. He knew something was going on even without Mac telling it.

Mac soon came out of the bathroom and gave Sheldon the cup. Sheldon put it in the kit he had brought with him and closed it up. He stood up and looked at Mac. "I'll call you in a while and let you know what time to go and see Doctor Mitchum," he said. "I'm sure he will let you come today."

Mac nodded. "Thanks, Sheldon."

Sheldon left and Mac went back into his bedroom. He lay down on the bed and sighed deeply. He could rest until Sheldon called. He put the phone right beside him so he would hear it when someone called. He had no trouble getting to sleep…

Mac was awakened by his phone. He had no idea how long he had been asleep. "Taylor," he answered.

"Mac," Sheldon said. "Doctor Mitchum will see you at three."

"Okay, great." Mac looked at his watch. He was surprised that it was already 11:30. "What about the test results?"

"Nothing, Mac. We're still running the blood test. I'll come and take you to Doctor Mitchum's office."

"Okay."

"Talk to you later."

Mac ended the call. He got up and got a shower and then went into the kitchen. He was hungry but he did not see anything in the refrigerator that he wanted. He took out a bottle of water and started to drink it and then he remembered that he had thought that was how they drugged him. He stared at the bottle. He was sure they would not be so careless as to leave it where they could analyze it and find any drugs. He drank the whole bottle of water and then sat down at the table. This was the worst thing he had ever been through. He was doubting himself inside. He would go to this psychiatrist and see what he could find out…