Disclaimer: My lawyer said that CSI: New York isn't mine and I should stop telling people otherwise. Wait. I don't have a lawyer. I have no money . Anyway still not mine.

Pictures Don't Lie

Mac arrived at the hospital. He found Jack's room and walked in. Mac found Danny sitting in a chair near the boy's bed. He hadn't noticed Mac's entrance and was staring off into space.

"Danny?" He tried to get his CSI's attention.

Messer looked up, surprised to see him. "Hi Mac." He still wasn't sure what his boss wanted him to say.

"I need to process the kid." There was an awkward silence.

Jack opened his eyes. "Hey, you're Detective Taylor, right? You know I all ready told them what happened."

"I've here to collect evidence from you." Mac's tone was neutral.

Jack gave Danny a confused look. "That way we can prove that we have the right guy to a jury." Danny explained.

"Okay." He let Mac process him.

Mac took photos of his injuries and scraped under his nails. He

"Do either of you know when I can get out here? I hate hospitals." Jack hadn't been there very long, but he really couldn't stand being in the hospital.

"I really don't know." Danny had to laugh. He wouldn't want to be stuck here either. He went to ask a passing doctor, who said they would need to keep the boy overnight for observation.

"The doctor says you can go home in the morning."

"Home. You mean your place?" Jack asked hopefully.

"Yeah. Listen, do you want me to stay here with you?" Danny answered him with a question of his own.

"Sure, I'd like that. What about Beowulf?"

"A friend of mine named Lindsay is watching him. We can get him in the morning." Danny had asked her before he left for the hospital. She was more then willing to help him. She said she might even visit them after her shift.

"Oh, that reminds me." Mac jumped in. "I stopped at the apartment on the way here to pick up a few things for you." He handed the boy a few books, including a well-worn copy of Lord of the Rings and an old sketchbook, complete with a few pencils.

Jack grinned at him. "Thanks a lot, sir.", he answered politely.

"You're welcome. And call me Mac." He figured he might as well get used to Jack being around. The boy seemed like a good kid.

Danny was surprised at Mac's sudden thoughtfulness. Since when does he like kids? Then he remembered Sam, a boy a little younger than Jack that Mac found at a crime scene. He had seen him reading a comic book or something with the kid.

Mac said goodbye to Jack and called Danny out into the hall for a minute.

"What? I really don't know what you want me to say, Mac. I didn't even know I had a kid until about an hour ago. I'm trying to do the responsible thing here." Danny knew they would need to have this conversation eventually.

"I know, Danny. I just want to make sure you're okay with this."

"What choice do I have? He needs me. It really doesn't matter if I think I'm ready for this or not. Jack has nowhere else to go. "

"You'll do all right." Mac decided. Danny obviously was more concerned about his son than himself, anyway.

He left to see if Flack had made any progress in tracking down their suspect. Mac found him talking to a nurse in the ER. It was very busy and it took a moment to spot him. Mac walked over to him in time to hear that a patient who had been attacked by a dog was admitted a few hours ago. The nurse said she didn't her a name, but he matched the description of Joey Sassone. They got his room number and went in. The hospital room was completely empty.

Upstairs, Danny and Jack were arguing about baseball when Danny thought he heard a familiar voice out in the hall. Danny went out to see if it was the person he thought he heard. I hate it when I'm right. He was face to face with Joey.

"Hey, aren't you Louie's little brother? How is he anyway?" Joey sneered at him.

Danny grabbed his gun. He ignored the killer's comments. "You're under arrest!" He prayed Joey was unarmed.

"What for, Messer?" he slowly reached for his knife.

"You killed two people and beat up a little kid. You're lucky I don't shoot you right here." And I'm tempted to do it anyway.

Joey suddenly produce a knife and leaped toward him. Danny pulled the trigger. His shoot caught Joey in the shoulder. It stopped him, but, fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on how you looked at it, the murderer would live.

"Lucky you got shot in a hospital." Danny remarked as he called Mac and told him what happened. As he spoke to Mac, Danny realized that Joey had somehow managed to get with the knife. He had a nasty cut on his arm. Well, at least it proves he attacked me. There was no way IMB and Hillborne would be able to dispute that he had no choice but to shot the guy. Of course, Danny was lucky he hadn't killed the guy. The gunshot had gotten the attention of several doctors and patients.

They took Joey away as Mac and Flack came upstairs. "You okay?" Mac was worried about Danny.

"Mostly. Danny showed Mac his injured arm. Mac photographed the defensive wound while Flack found a doctor to stitch it up.

Danny gave a statement and allowed t doctor look at his injury. He let them sew it up and then went to tell Jack they had caught the bad guy.

Jack was relieved they finally had Joey in custody. After it was clear Danny wasn't hurt that badly, Mac went back to the lab to finish processing the evidence.

A/N: Sorry I was so late posting. Thanks to all my reviewers. Story's almost finished only need one or two more chapters to wrap it up, but I have a few ideas for the next one. :P Please Read & Review. And Thanks Again!