Alright I'm on a role, Note to readers, I usually dont do two a day updates a story, but i seem to have run into alot of time on my hands. So yea. Your getting spoiled by the writer right now :) I love your reviews though. So I will write this before I'm completely shit-faced cuz my brothers' feedin me mikes' hard lemonade thingies with alcohol, they are good and all. I finally stopped him after tipping off my drink twice. O.O. I dont wanna experience my first hangover just yet, thank you very much. ANYWHO!

Answering my Reader:

Fruitbat00: I am a huge Mac fan too. I'm happy I made your weekend for the Mac-angst story. I like to have it so you dont know it all from the very beginning, whats the fun in that? I always say. But then again in a movie I'm good at predicting the ending, as well as a story, and how it goes. Anywho, I know I got grammar mistakes that makes it a little harder to read, the flow isn't as nice, but my usual point is to get my sequence of events through it. And Hopefully this will indulge your impatient needs for a bit. And I like to see Mac in trouble too... :D

Onto the update Now! Enjoy, and please keep reviewing, I love to hear from the readers :D And it gives me the will to continue

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He had lost track of the time. He didn't even try to break free after the small attempt that made him realize he was injuried. If he had to guess how much time had past, Mac would guess somewhere around the time of a few hours. Less then a 1/4 of the day for certain. He tried to process the scene around him, pick up any hints of life on the boat, or clues to why he was on the boat. The detective was finding nothing though, he seemed to be alone there.

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The police had arrived with Detective Don Flack and Aiden Burn. Stella gave the police all the correct information to place Mac in the missing persons' sector of the department. She told them, as well as showed them, that foul play was evident. Mac Taylor was taken against his will. They asked her if he would have had any enemies. She didn't know how to respond to that one, all the people that would have a grudge against him were behind bars by now. That came with the job, the criminals would hate the detective for finding the concrete evidence to put them behind bars.

The police had covered the door with the yellow tape, allowing no one aside from the fellow detectives and the other police to enter. The four detectives then had set to work recovering evidence that would lead them to who had taken their boss.

Stella held a pair of tweezers tightly between her fingers. She used the tool with skill, plucking a piece of the blood soaked carpet from the floor. She gently placed it in an orange envelope and closed it. She glanced up to see her three other collegues, dusting the place for prints, and gathering other evidence. All of them worked quietly, uncomfortably, concerned for their boss.

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Mac finally started to get impatient. Waiting around tied up like this, was doing nothing for the current situation. He started to tug at the rope around his wrists again. He winced as the pain shot through his arms, but he continued to pull on them. Leaning forward as much as he could. He cried as he heard a sickening snap of one of the bones in his left wrist give way. Incidently that was enough for him to slide his hand out of the rope. He managed to pull the arm to his side were it met its' next obstacle, the next set of ropes that constricted his chest. He was able to get a good look at his wrist then, it was black and blue. There were some scraps on it, and a good case of rope burn that edged the sides of the bruising that was caused by the broken bone.

The detective then pulled the other arm to the opposing side. The rope was still mangled around it. He moved the arm upward towards the rope that was constricting his chest, and pulled on them. One hard tug was enough to loosen them. He pulled the thick rope off his chest and it aside. He pulled his injuried wrist up to his chest. He could feel the bruises from the rope. It was wrapped around him tightly. He then quickly unwrapped the rope around his ankles and slowly climbed to his feet.

He felt dizzy at first when he stood to his full height. He was on some type of speed boat he had noticed quickly. Water surrounded him, as he took in a full view of his surroundings. The detective figured he was in the East River.

He moved to the drivers seat and tried to get the boat going. He then noticed there was no gas. He slammed his good hand down on the steering wheel in frustration. He then looked around again.

Mac would have to swim to shore. He eyed up the closest edge, that he figured, and took a deep breathe. He dived into river, without taking in the fact that it was spring, and the water was icy cold. He surfaced quickly, gasping, and shivering now. He felt his muscles start to freeze up, and he knew the cold would get to him before he reached the shore. Mac knew this was going to be a race against time, and hopefully he would last enough to feel the earth beneath him once more. He started to swim towards the shore then, desperatly going as fast as he could.