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The water was much colder then he could have ever imagined. It was getting colder by the second it felt like. He used his forearms for power, as his wrists were now frozen, and hurting badly. His body was freezing up on him, but he was determined to get shore. It seemed so much farther away since he dove into the water, but there was no turning back now.

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The CSI team was back at the lab by now, rifting through the evidence left in Macs' apartment. Stella was feverishly working on that carpet strain that she had picked up, pulling DNA off of it. She was now scanning it through the known database.

"These fingerprints aren't showing up on any database." Danny hissed in frustration as he walked up behind Stella.

"The blood from the carpet isn't getting any matches either." Stella sighed as the negatives from comparing the DNA kept flashing by.

"We'll at least we know its' not Macs' blood." Danny placed a hand on her shoulder gently. He knew that everyone from the police apartment was on the database. That was the first thing you did when you were hired.

"Yea..." She sighed heavily, her collegues' attempt to comfort was doing nothing for her at the moment. She put her hand over her eyes, and let her head fall to look at the ground.

"Its' been 12 hours, he could be dead by now." Stella hissed quietly.

"Don't say that." Danny yelled at her angry, grabbing her by the shoulders and turning her around to face him, face-to-face.

"Be optomistic, this is Mac Taylor we are talking about here." Danny stared straight into her eyes.

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Mac finally felt the mud of the bottom of the river beneath his body. He dug his elbows and feet into it as he slowly crawled, army-style, the rest of the way. He was gasping, drenched, and shivering heavily. His energy was almost gone. He just barely managed to pull himself completely out of the water. He curled into a partical fetal position for warmth, as he passed out.