When Mac got out of the ER, he knew where all the muscles in his legs were. He did not want to be on crutches but the doctor advised him to take them anyway. Mac did not think his legs had ever been so sore even from exercising too much. His left knee was wrapped up. Apparently, one of those wrenches had hit him right in the back of that knee and he had hit the front of it on his way down to the floor. He was even angrier now. As he was about to walk out of the hospital, Christine came in. "Mac," she said and came to him. "Are you alright?"

"Yes," Mac said.

"You didn't call me."

"Well, I'm not really injured that bad. It's just mostly bruises."

"You're going home, right?"

Mac gave her his knowing look. "You know I'm not going to do that," he said. "We have to figure out how to find that guy."

"And you have a plan?"

"Well, I have an idea."

"I'll go with you."

They got a cab to the lab and went into the precinct. Jamie Lovato met them as they were on their way to the elevator. "Mac, you're going to want to hear this," she said.

"What?" Mac asked.

"While we were all out looking for that guy, he went to a pharmacy on the other side of town that is associated with the one he was in this morning and got his prescription."

Mac blew out a loud breath. "Are you serious?" he asked.

"Yes I am. He got it and now, he can disappear without worrying about that for thirty days."

Just then, Mac's phone rang. Christine took it off his side for him. "Taylor," he answered.

"Hi, Detective. Nice try."

Mac frowned. "You're going to pay for your crimes."

"Oh am I? I don't think you're going to be chasing me for a while."

"I'll still find you. I don't have to chase you."

"Maybe I will just pick you all off one at a time."

"No you won't because we will be ready for you the next time."

"Catch me if you can."

Mac heard the call end. He glared at the phone and then looked at Jamie. "That was him," he said. "He called to gloat."

Jamie shook her head. "It's hard to believe that he would call you like that," she said.

"He knows we can't trace it."

Mac looked at Christine. "But I have a plan," he said. "I'll fill you in later," he said to Jamie.

Mac and Christine went to the elevator and started up to the lab. "What is your plan?" Christine asked.

Mac looked at her. "I have to try and turn the guy's anger toward me," he said.

Christine frowned. "Why?"

"Because if he's angry at me, he might not kill anymore women but it could put you in danger too."

"Mac, you are in no condition to fight anybody."

"I don't intend to fight him."

"How can you know what he will do?"

"I don't know that he will do anything. I intend to make him angry so he will make a mistake."

"How?"

"You'll see."

The elevator doors opened and they walked out into the lab. Jo saw Mac come in and she met them in the hall. "Mac, you should not be here," she said.

"I already told him he shouldn't," Christine said.

"Will you two stop?" Mac asked. "I don't need my legs to sit in a chair."

They followed Mac to his office and he sat in his chair to think a moment. Christine and Jo sat down on the couch. "You're a stubborn man, Mac," Jo said.

"Just makes him all the more charming," Christine said before Mac could say anything.

Mac looked at her with one of his almost shy looks. "I intend to try and get that guy to make a mistake," he said. "He's going to get angry if he is portrayed in the paper for just what he is…a psychopath."

"How are you going to do that?" Jo asked. "Are you attached to some strings?"

Mac smiled slightly. "I have a few that I think I can pull and get a response."

Christine folded her arms and smiled. She thought she loved Mac more every day. "I think he can be devious when he wants to be," she said.

"Well, let me know what to look for," Jo said and left the office. She smiled as she thought of how happy Mac was with Christine.

Mac noticed that there was a letter in his basket on his desk. He picked it up and it only said "Mac Taylor". He got his letter opener and opened it. "What is it?" Christine asked.

"I don't know," Mac said. He took the letter out and noticed that it was from Piper Laboratories. He frowned as he began to read the letter.

Christine had never seen such a look come over Mac's face. She thought his face turned red first and then turned whiter than she had ever seen it. "Mac!" she said. She went over to him. "Are you alright? What is that?"

Mac looked at her as though he had forgotten that she was in the room. "I'm…" He did not know what to say. "I…" He got up and went to the door of the office taking the letter with him. He looked at Christine. "I'll be back." He was limping but he walked to the bathroom. He did not want to deal with those crutches right now.

Christine watched him walk away. She wondered what was going on and Jo came down there. "What's going on?" Jo asked.

"I don't know," Christine replied. "He got a letter and…I don't know. He seems upset."

"Did you see what it said?"

"No."

Mac leaned on the sink in the bathroom and sobbed. He had never been so overwhelmed in his entire life. He held the letter in his hand and he looked at it again. It said that they had found traces of Claire…after all these years. He had given up on getting anything like this. He hardly knew what to do. He had never felt quite like he did now, but then he heard someone knock on the door of the bathroom.

Mac tried to compose himself. He knew that must be Christine at the door wondering if he was okay. He looked at the letter again. He would have to let her know what was going on. After all, she would be his wife in…two days. Mac felt like he wanted to just fall in the floor and cry his eyes out but he went to the bathroom door. Christine was there and she looked very worried. "What is going on?" she asked.

"Come with me," Mac said. He led her down to a room in the lab that did not have glass walls and closed the door.

"Mac, are you alright?" Christine asked.

Mac gave her the letter because he did not think he could tell her. Christine read the letter and her mouth dropped open. She looked at Mac and knew why his face had turned so white. She grabbed him in a tight hug. She had never seen Mac cry before but he was now. She was not sure what to say. He had just been talking about that the day they were in the cemetery.

Mac finally looked up at her and he looked like he was confused. Christine still was not sure what to say but she did not think Mac knew what to say either. He pulled a chair out from the table and sat down. Christine sat down in front of him. "How do you feel?" she asked.

Mac shook his head. "I don't know," he said. "I feel numb and…I don't even know how I feel. I've waited for this news for so many years, and I had accepted that I would never get it. Now, I don't know what to do."

"What do you 'want' to do?" Christine asked.

"I don't know. I'm overwhelmed. There's so much going on this week, I just…" Mac rubbed his face and leaned on his knees. He looked at Christine. "I'm glad you're here though."

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

Mac pulled Christine over into his lap and just held her. He thought he was calming down a little now. He thought he was in a little shock after that news. "I didn't mean to scare you," he said.

"You didn't scare me, I was just concerned."

"I'm not sure what to do." Mac frowned. "There are so many mixed feelings. It's like being overwhelmingly sad and relieved at the same time. I thought I would never have anything. What should I do?"

"Anything you want," Christine said. "Whatever you decide, I'll be with you."

"I know."

When Mac felt better, they left that room and headed back to his office. Jo saw them going back and she came to her office door. "Is everything okay?" she asked.

"Yes," Mac said. "I'm fine."

Mac went on to his office and sat down at his desk again. His grimaced as his legs hurt some when he sat down. He had to get his mind back on the case they were working on. He looked at the letter again and then put it in his desk drawer. He would have to think about that more later. Right now, he had to get his plan into action. He called Jennifer Walsh and told her that he wanted to give her a statement.

"You?" Jennifer asked. "Why?"

"You don't want me to give you a statement?" Mac asked.

"There must be something else to it. I know you don't like me."

"I never said that. I just don't like you trying to snoop around and trap me into saying something so you can get a big story started and I would be hounded by the media until I gave you an exclusive."

"Okay, okay. You think I'm a vulture."

"Aren't you?"

"I do my job the best I can."

"Well, do you want to help me or not? You will get the first story from me if you help me."

Jennifer was quiet a moment. "Okay, what do you want me to do?" she asked.

"Come to my office and I will tell you what to write. I want to make sure you get it right."

"You think I can't take it down over the phone or do you just want to see me again? After all, I almost poisoned you."

"I just want to see it after you write it down."

"What time?"

"As soon as you can get here."

"You expect me to drop everything and rush over there?"

"Isn't that what reporters usually do?"

"Okay. I'll be there in about an hour."

"Good. I'll be waiting."

Mac ended the call and then looked at Christine. "Well, that puts some of it in motion," he said.

"I hope this works," Christine said. "How do you know it will?"

"I don't know, but I'm hoping because I don't know how we're going to find him. We don't have any leads as to where he is, and he's not at his apartment. There was nothing there that would point us in the direction to find him."

"I guess I better get back to the restaurant. Do you think we can have dinner tonight?"

"I hope so. I will do my best. Anyway, I will be there to take you home if I'm not chasing that guy down."

Christine folded her arms. "You are in no condition to chase anyone," she said.

"I mean, from here."

"You better."

"Don't worry, although I love you."

"I love you too, Mac Taylor."

Mac smiled as he watched Christine walk to the elevator. She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled. She got into the elevator and Mac looked down at his desk as his smile faded. He took the letter out of his desk drawer and looked at it. It had been a long time but seeing that letter made all those memories and feelings come rushing in like a tidal wave. He could not let it interfere with his work finding this serial killer however. He put the letter back in the drawer and got ready for Jennifer Walsh to arrive.