You Belong To Me

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, they are all owned by the creators of CSI: New York. I am merely just borrowing them.

Authors note: This is my first ever story on I'm very nervous. Please read and review. I hope you like it.

It was quieter than usual, sinister. It was like he was waiting for something to happen, he didn't know what it was, who it would be or why. But he knew it was there. Sitting there reading through reports, signing forms. The faint sounds of the crime lab echoed around him. It was so normal, but this time…this time it felt strange, like someone was watching him. He sat back on his chair, trying to figure it out. Today had been a normal day, double homicide in the Bronx. He had successfully closed another case. But somewhere in the back of his mind there was something wrong…he just couldn't put his finger on it. He began to pack up his noted, filing away the forms. Ready to go home. His hand reached out for the door handle when it rang. He sighed. He clasped his hand around the cold phone.

"Hello." He said wearingly.

"I have her." A voice, so cold. So empty.

"What? Who is this?" His stomach gave a huge jolt. It was familiar, this voice.

"Lindsay, Mac. I have her right here." The phone gave an odd crackle.

"Mac? Mac!" Lindsay's voice laced with fright, so scared. "Mac, he's going to hurt me…Mac!"

"Lindsay." He whispered to himself.

"See Mac. I don't lie." It returned to the voice. He. His voice.

"What do you want with her?" Mac asked impatiently.

"Ah, now that would be telling. But if you don't find her, I'll hurt her. Then Mac, I'll hurt Stella. Then Danny. Then after them, I'll come for you. See the pattern. You're a clever man. You should be able to figure it out." Mac closed his eyes and looked up at the ceiling.
"Who are you?" He whispered.

"You'll figure it out." The phone went dead, that dull tone.

He panicked, ran out into the hall. Into Lindsay's office. The door was open but the blinds were closed. He walked in, slowly and carefully, glancing around the room All across the floor , paper was strewn, the phone was stretched along the carpet. He saw a note on the table and reached out to touch it, he stopped himself. This is a crime scene, he reminded himself. A crime scene.