Anyways I noticed there was a lack of Mac Taylor angst fics on the internet, im now correcting that..., I don't own any CSI: NY Characters, -.-', FEEDBACK PLEASE! pleaseeeee and ENJOY!
Involved. (title still pending.)
None of his marine training, or police training would have prepared him for what was now happening. There had been an intruder in his own home. His living space, that he rarely visited. He knew there had been an intruder the moment he opened the door, it was chaos in there. Almost everything was tipped over or smashed. Who ever this intruder was, they were looking for something. He pulled out his cell phone and started to dial Stellas' number. She would help him with this puzzle, that directly involved him.
As he pressed the little green dial button, he was suddenly cold cocked. He fell to his hands and knees in shock, his phone had dropped, and scidded across the floor. The intruder was still there, waiting for him. Mac tried to get up quickly, but do to the way he was hit it delayed his movements. It gave the intruder just enough time to close the door behind him and Mac, then pin him to the ground. Mac struggled underneath the mans' grip, but the man had weight and size on his side, making it extremely difficult for the detective to get away.
"Danny, why dont you go home." Stella told the younger detective. Her cellphone rang then. She pulled it out as Danny was turning around. She read it quickly, 'Mac', and sighed flipping it open and bringing it to her ear.
"What can I do for yea, Mac?" She asked bluntly. She listened, on the other end there was just some scrambling noise.
"Mac?" She called into the phone again, looking at the ground. By this time, Danny had easedropped on the conversation and was looking like he was about to move until after the phone call and he got to ask what that was about. Stella put her other hand over her opposite ear, trying to hear better. She then heard a muffled groan. She knew the voice instantly. She started to worry.
"Mac." She insisted.
"What can I do for yea, Mac?" He was so close to the phone that he could hear her voice. But the man on top of him, kept his head buried into the carpet so he couldn't speak, nor breathe for that matter. He continued to try and fight the futile battle.
"Mac?" He heard her again. He then tried to push up, this worked for a second. He was able to groan, but the intruder placed a cloth over it. He felt the cloth over his nose and mouth. The cloth was wet. As he was trying to think his way out of this and fight the intruder, he suddenly felt an affect coming over him. He became more and more drowsy. His movements to escape started to slow down. He finally fell into a world of darkness.
"Mac!" Stella called more ernestly into the phone. No answer, some more scrambling sounds though. Her worry for him was raising now. She heard some soft footsteps over the phone, then it clicked. The phone call was ended. She could feel heart rate starting to rise in her chest. She glanced up to see Danny was still there. He had a confused expression apon his face. She pulled the phone away from her ear, and her other hand as well, slowly shutting the flip phone up.
"Somethings wrong." She stated the obvious.
"Well, I gathered that from your side of the phone call." Danny shot back.
"I better go check his place." Stella said quietly, walking towards the exit of the building.
"I'll come with." Danny kept pace with her.
