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Flack woke to the sound of his phone vibrating against the hard wood of his bedside table. He rolled over, glancing at his alarm clock. One thirty. He wasn't on call tonight, at least he didn't think he was. He couldn't think right this early in the morning. He yawned deeply and rubbed at his eyes, hoping that it would make him feel more awake. Then he grabbed his phone.

"Flack." he answered tiredly.

"Don, you need to come in. We've got a situation." Macs anxious voice echoed into Flack's mind.

"Hey, Mac. What's wrong?" he yawned, swinging his legs round the side of the bed.

"I can't explain over the phone. You need to be here." Mac was scared, Flack could sense it. Mac's never scared. That man has seen everything . Sex crimes, torturers. The list is endless. Yet on this seamlessly normal November night, he was anxious. Scared. Terrified. Something was wrong.

"Okay." Flack answered worriedly. "I'll be there, soon."

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Danny mumbled, something incoherent. Something unimportant. He turned and pulled the covers over his head, vaguely aware of his bleeper going off. He tried ignore it and go back to sleep. But after it had been bleeped five times, he couldn't overlook it anymore. He outstretched his hand. Feeling around his bedside table for his glasses. He finally found them and quickly pushed them onto his face. He grabbed his bleeper.'911, lab.' it flashed . He moaned and buried his face into his pillow. Tonight was not his night.

He sat up, knowing that he couldn't ignore a 911. It was CSI rules and he knew that Mac wouldn't have called him unless it was urgent. Running his hands through his hair he stood up, stretching as he did. He could already tell this was going to be a long day.

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Stella looked down into the street below. New York, her city. So different in its style, such an array of cultures. So…unique. It never ceased to amaze her, sometimes even horrify her. She had seen too much pain here and yet it made her job feel so much more rewarding to know that she was helping the city she loved. She had sometimes wondered whether her personality was suited somewhere else, you never know until you try, she told herself. But she couldn't bring herself to leave. She didn't think she could ever leave.

She yawned, maybe staring at the lights in a hypnotic manner wasn't the best thing to do after you had just been on a 13 hour shift. She dragged herself away from the window and into her bed. Moments later her phone rang out.

"Bonasera." She answered as she flipped open the phone.

"Stella, you need to get back to the lab." It was Mac, she frowned. Back to lab? Didn't sound good.

"Okay, I'll get there as quick as I can." She said puzzled.

"Be careful Stella."

"Mac. Is everything okay?" She asked him.

"No , Stella. It's not Okay." The phone went dead. Stella jumped out of bed and grabbed some clothes. She needed to get there. Quick.