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"So, why did you lie about your age?" Mac asked. Reed was sitting on the bed. He was wearing hospital provided sweats and a t-shirt.

"They won't hire people under twenty-one."

"They won't?"

"The only parties they have serve alcohol and they don't want to deal with any of the legal crap." They sat in silence for a couple of more minutes before the doctor came in with a nurse. Hawkes was waiting on the door frame.

"Hello Reed, I'm Doctor Dohring. This is Nurse Bell. We're going to be taking care of your neck. Could you please lie down on your right side?" Reed obliged, but nearly jumped up when Mac started to leave the room.

Mac walked over to him. "Reed, it's okay. I'm going to go over into another room to give Hawkes the evidence you left on me. There is an officer outside the door. He can't get you here." He rubbed his shoulder to try and calm him down. Reed looked up and him and after a minute, nodded. Mac walked out of the room watching him stay on the bed.

Hawkes was waiting in the next room. He had two bags ready. "Only two?" Mac asked.

"Reed only touched you on the vest and the shirt. Pants aren't that big," he explained, picking up the larger bag first, "Take off the vest." Mac removed the vest at the straps and slid it into the bag. Mac started on his shirt while Hawkes was sealing the first. He held out the bag and Mac deposited it. Hawkes then pulled out a bag. "Stella went over to your apartment. Grabbed you a shirt and some older things for Reed." He walked out after giving it to him.

Mac went back to Reed to see he was still being worked on. He hissed when water was sprayed onto the wounds. Mac stayed around the back to observe Reed. He would have sworn Reed was twenty-three when he was fighting with him in his office a few days back. Even in the hall he didn't show his age of three years younger. The only reason he didn't believe he was twenty-three was because his parents had told him he was just nineteen when he ran Reed over to his parents after the attack. It was only now, all the fear that he had had de-aged his appearance. He looks like his age. Sometimes, it's even younger. He remembers the face that jumped up and hugged him. I couldn't even imagine what he looked like during the time. His thoughts were interrupted when the nurse shook his shoulder.

"He's ready to go. Dohring's giving the same speech I am. Try to replace the bandage every six hours or before and after sleep for nighttime. Any triple antibiotic will work," Bell said, giving him some more tips for the shoulder as well.

"Thank you," he said, moving over to Reed, who was sitting up and rubbing the gauze now covering the back. The doctor and the nurse left. "How are you feeling?"

He didn't answer the question. "What's in the bag?"

"Different clothes if you want to change out." Reed looked in the bag and pulled out a dark green t-shirt and pair of jeans. He tried on the shirt. It fell down to his waist normally. He made a spinning motion to Mac, waiting until he was turned to change into the jeans. He slipped on his shoes, the only things he was allowed to keep besides his boxers and stood next to Mac.

"Where am I going to go?" Reed asked Mac. They were waiting outside for Stella to come by.

"Can't go to your apartment, Danny's processing still. Why don't you stay with me?"

"Mac, he'll be able to find where you live easily. And you don't have my keys listed as evidence, so he has a way in. And Mom and Dad are out of state for a convention."

Mac wrapped an arm around and squeezed him. "You'll stay with me at the lab until he's caught. All right?" Reed nodded and watched the road.

Stella pulled up a few minutes later. She got out of the car, gave the keys to Mac, and hugged Reed herself. "How are you?" she asked, pulling back to see his face.

"Well, there's a killer on the loose that wants to come back and kill me. I don't have a job anymore and this thing is going to drive me crazy. Pretty much, I'm fine," Reed said, poking at the bandage to make it stop itching. Stella got into the passenger's seat while Reed took the back.

--

Mac was back in the lab by eleven. Reed was in his office sleeping and they had all gathered in the room again to go over developments. "What do we got so far?" Mac asked.

"We've got his cab, several of his prints on file," Danny started.

"Anything to lead us to him?"

"There were small amounts of trace on the floor of the driver's seat that wasn't from either the processing plant or the factory. Silicon dioxide, broken glass and rust," Lindsay informed, handing over the report.

"We can tie our victims to this guy?"

"All victims were contributors on the stone. Reed's blood was also on there." Hawkes handed over the report.

Mac rubbed the bridge of his nose while trying to come up with a thought. "All right, research all abandoned buildings that use to house materials like this," he ordered to Danny, Lindsay and Hawkes. "Flack, what about the phone tips?"

"Nothing. Every lead has been a dead end. There's not even a half sensible lead in the pack. People are calling in their neighbors to get rid of them."

"Maybe someone will have seen him now since he doesn't have his cab. Get back on the lines." Flack nodded and left behind the others.

"Maybe you should talk with Reed. He could have seen something, heard something that might be able to help us," Stella suggested.

"I'll wait until he wakes up. He needs sleep after staying up long."

Stella looked at the doorway. "I don't think you have to worry about that."

Mac followed her line of sight to the door. "Reed, what's wrong?"

Reed shrugged his shoulders, wincing at moving his right. "Nightmare."

Mac nodded. "All right, we need to talk about what happened." Reed threw a questioning look, but sat down in one of the seats anyway.

"You got up to the point where you woke up in the processing plant. What happened after that?"

Reed took a deep breath. "He took the pictures of me tied up and dragged me to a room with a bed. He left after that. I didn't see him again until a few hours later. I had been asleep, but I woke up when he came in. I faked being asleep until he started touching my hair and my face. He realized I wasn't sleeping. He asked about what exactly I was. He already knew my name and asked if he could call me that. He left me the clothes he brought from my apartment, said he was going to make something for us to eat and left."

"Was it after you ate that you did the video?"

Reed nodded. His hand flew to his stomach after it grumbled a little bit. "I haven't had anything to eat since then," he said, smiling with a touch of blush hitting his face.

"I'll get you two something to eat," Stella offered, leaving the room.

Mac was about to stop her when Reed stopped him. "Quit it, Mac. You probably haven't had anything to eat since six hours before I got into the cab." Mac gave him a glare which he could only laugh at. "Stella probably figured you've been using lunch time as work time to catch him. She can probably read you a lot better than a professional can."

Mac cracked a smile and patted Reed's good shoulder a couple of times. "Let's get back to the timeline. After the video."

"We were at the machine plant where you found me. I was in another room until you called. After the call, when he realized that I gave you a clue, he stuffed me in the back. Before he left the building, he had this idea to teach me a lesson."

"The back of your neck."

He nodded and took a shaky breath. "He said if he ever got to the nine, it wouldn't matter how useful I was, he was going to put me in the back and deliver me to the steps of the building." Mac moved his chair over to Reed and put an arm around his shoulders. "I was in the trunk when he killed the woman. She didn't want to get in the cab, but he convinced her by saying he was going to give her his life story in detail. She was a writer. He even gave her his name." Both arms encircled him and he turned his face into his shoulder, tears running down. "He was trying to knock her out, but something went wrong. He pulled into another building. He put her in the trunk with me. She was dead. He was going to stroke my hair and I moved away."

Mac rubbed his arm. "It's okay, Reed."

"He gave me the two when we were at the plant. He then had me start on the blogs. He had to approve them before they went up. He was done with the body and was going to leave me in the chair until he came back. He wanted to see if I would be obedient to him." The two arms squeezed him and pulled him tighter as he started to cry. "I'm still scared of him. He knows where I live; he knows about you."

"He can't get to you. He can't get to you anymore." He settled him down enough so they could get down a decent meal. Reed looked a little better after eating and was calm enough to go back to the timeline.

"Reed, you were talking about pulling into another building. Was it the machine plant?" A shake of the head. "It was another building?" A nod. "Do you remember anything about the building? Was there something you could see? Anything you could hear? Possibly a smell?"

"The place was moldy; I could smell that. There was nothing out of the ordinary with sounds. There was something on the wall. Graffiti. It looked like those things, umm…" He snapped his fingers to bring out the name. "A tag!"

"You saw a tag. Can you describe it?"

Reed shook his head. "I could give a basic drawing though." Stella handed him a blank paper and a pen. He remembered the name and the basics around the name. When he was done, he handed it back to Stella.

"I've seen this before. This was the tag inside a building a couple years ago. Three gang murders took place there. Reed, was it red and green by any chance?" Stella asked. Reed nodded. She turned to Mac. "It's a rec plant that specialized in making arrows."

"Get Flack and the team together. We'll coordinate and hit at midnight. Arraign it," Mac told Stella. She took out her cell phone and walked out of the room.

Reed looked at Mac. "I've got one thing to say." Mac looked Reed straight in the eyes. "Get the son of a bitch, would ya?"

--

Several SWAT were waiting outside the doors of the Green Olive rec company. Flack, Mac and Stella were wearing vests and holding their guns in front as they reached the front door. Flack gave the signal and SWAT went through the back first. Flack and Mac headed the front with Stella and a few others going down the other corridors. They hit the main room at the same time as the SWAT team. A silent conformation told them he wasn't in any of the other rooms. "Check the entire room. I doubt he's anywhere else," Mac ordered.

SWAT went over to the other rooms while Flack and Mac took the one they were in. They waited a few minutes and made the room as silent as they could. A squeak of a hinge made both of them swing their guns at the opening part of a wall. The killer came out and took one look. "Damn," he simplified.

Flack went over and said the words he wanted to say for the longest time. "Jason Echolls, you're under arrest for the murders of Chrissy Watson, Louise Perry, Ben Melvoy, Sam Lyman, Amanda Englund, Kyle Raven and Sarah Yates . You are under arrest for the kidnapping of Reed Garrett. And you're under arrest for trying to run over an officer, which just happens to be me," he recited, pulling heavily on his arms to force him out.

He ignored Flack and turned to Mac. "Did he stay?" Mac only glared as he laughed and was forced back to walk in front. A mile kept on his lips as a thought raced through his head. Mac Taylor's kryptonite. Wonder how much that will pay for?

--

He slipped into his office to set down his gun and get back to the lab. More key pieces were flitering in from the arrow plant and he was going to join the rest for a night of processing to begin separating items. He grabbed his lab coat and started to head out. He looked at the figure still sleeping on his couch. Reed is safe. The killer's in jail. Everything's getting back to normal. He smiled and looked out to the hall. Flack and Danny were coming closer to the office holding newspaper, flour and a bucket of what Mac suspected was water. They both saw Mac in the office and went back the way they went.

"Everything is back to normal," he muttered to himself as he woke up Reed.

Reed moaned. He squinted open an eye. "What, Mac?"

"What did you do to Don and Danny?"

"I got Adam to help me fill their lockers with expandable foam that doesn't come out so easy."

"What did they do to you?"

"Gave me a shirt coated in frosting. On the inside."

"Wasn't this after you switched their coffee with hot chocolate made with salt?"

"That was after they got me at your party with the string, the invisible ink and the devil horns in the picture. I'm just paying them back."

"Well, watch it, they're going to paper mache your ass."

"I'm use to it. Couple of guys on the basketball did it to me and several other reporters. It was worse than what Danny and Don have planned."

Mac set the lab coat down on the table and took a chair. He sat across Reed. "What happened?"

Reed sat up. "We were covering the latest game of the Chelsea..."

And there you have it. Taxi remade.

AN: I didn't find the real names for the grad student or the woman that wore a red dress when she was killed. So their names are made up.

Oh and if anyone wants the full story on Reed's story with the basketball players, please tell me. I'll start writing on it after I get a couple of more chapters up on other stories.