Thanks for everyones reviews. No it's not a M/L story. Italicsare theprevious case. I hope you like it.

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Chapter 3

"No please." She sobbed. Blood dripped past her eyes. She didn't want to die, not like this. Not to him.

"What? Lindsay." His face came close too his, so close she could feel his breath on her face. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, he touched her skin. She winced and closed her eyes. But all she could see was his face, his face staring at her. Him…doing things she didn't want him to do. Her screams echoed through her mind, like they were engraved.

"Lindsay, don't you want to look at me. Look at me when I'm speaking to you!" He shouted, he brought his hands up and slapped her round the face.

"Why are you doing this too me?" She cried.

"It's an experiment. I'm testing them. Seeing how good they are." He moved his hands slowly to the ground and picked up a silver object. "Lindsay. Are you happy you came to New York?" He asked.

"Yes." She answered in between her sobs. Danny came into her mind. She was going to die and she hadn't told him how she felt. How whenever he was there, she had tingles. She loved him. Ever since the first case they worked on, she loved him. Her focus returned to the man, he watched him pick up the object. "Are you going to kill me?" She asked.

"No, Lindsay. But I'm going to hurt you, and bad. Just to show him. Revenge." He swing the bar at face, knocking her out cold. He looked smugly on at her limp body. He loved it when a plan came together.

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"He phoned about 1 and a half hours ago." Mac informed. He and Flack were walking down the hall, CSI's swarmed past him. Mac couldn't think, this was all his fault. He should have sent her home, he should have insisted she went home. But she wanted to stay and finish off the reports from the day.

"Okay." Flack nodded and jotted something down in his notepad. He wiped his brow, everything was strange. He had walked into work, knowing something was wrong. But this? No, he didn't expect this. "Do you know anyone who had it in for you Mac?"

"Flack. I'm a police detective, everyone I've ever convicted has it in for me. You know that as well as I do."

"Anyone recently you can think of. Anyone at all." Mac's mind rewinded, he tried to think of a recent case that he had had problems with. He remembered one.

"The Lewis case." It clicked. The Lewis case, of course. "David Lewis was found dead in the central park. We tried everything but there was hardly no evidence. The evidence we did find was basically destroyed by the storm we had the previous day. The killer was good. Probably killed before. We cross matched all the unsolved murders in New York that followed the same pattern. The killer shot the victim in the leg and in the arm before raping him. Then stabbing him multiple times. " Flack winced, some people were sick. Mac continued. "We found one case that matched. That had no evidence either. The father was pretty upset, as you'd imagine."

"What? You can't find the person who did this?" Chris Lewis looked incuriously from Danny to Mac.


"I'm sorry Mr Lewis, we've tried everything." Danny looked guiltily down at the floor. He hated this part.

"Obviously not, otherwise the nutter would be off the streets. My little boy was murdered and all you can do is apologise. I wanted to see this psycho face to face. Tell him how he's ruined my life."

"There was no evidence. I'm sorry. But I promise, we will continue to try and catch the perpetrator."

"But if there is no evidence…"

"Sometimes new evidence comes to light." Danny tried to comfort, he was no good it though.

"You and your crap about catching him." He pointed at Mac.

"I know how you feel…" Mac started.

"No you don't, but you will." He turned and stormed out of the room.

"I didn't think anything of it." Mac shook his head. "It happens all time…"

"But now?" Flack prompted.

"Now." He looked into his eyes. "I think he could have done it."