Danny, Lindsay, and Stella looked up when Hawkes and Flack came in with Mac. "That was just wrong in so many ways," Flack said, as Hawkes put the eyes away. "So wrong."
"But it got him to crack," Hawkes replied with a smile, as he carefully put the eyes away. "He's spilling every secret he has. He probably is even telling us where his mother is right now."
"You got him to crack?" Danny asked, as he looked over at them. "How?"
"Hawkes showed him the eyes," Flack said, as he looked over at the other CSIs. "It was creepy."
"But I got him to crack," Hawked replied, as he looked over at Flack. "Something that none of us could do before, which is a good thing." He then smiled, as he turned to face Flack. "And what did you do, Detective Flack?"
"Oh, don't rub it in, Hawkes," Flack sneered, as he started for the door. "I'm going to go talk to Stan some more. Danny, Lindsay, you want in on this?"
"And do what?" Lindsay asked, as she looked up at Flack. "Try to get him to tell us where he left his mum?" She opened another deposit box only to have it spark and soon smoke came out of it. "Oops." Danny soon was over at her side with the fire extinguisher. "Okay, drugs? Like before?" Danny put a hand on her waist and pulled her back away from the box. Lindsay waved a hand to get the smoke away from her face. "They really need to know what they put in these boxes."
"You okay?" both Mac and Hawkes asked her, as they turned their attention on her.
"I'll be fine," she replied, as she shot Danny a smile, as she moved away from him, and peered into the box. She carefully reached inside to pull out a large bag of white substance. "It was drugs."
"So yes, no, on the Stan thing?" Flack asked, at the door.
"Go on," Mac said, as he came up and took the drugs and extinguisher from them. "It's your case, and you've known Stan longer than all of us. Plus you guys have a connection with him."
"And such a fun bond it is, Mac," Danny said, as he took up Lindsay's elbow and ushered her towards the door after Flack. "Can we use it to hurt him?"
"No," Mac said, as he looked over at them. "Just use it to get his buddies in."
"Yes, Sir," both replied, as they slid out the door.
"Don't call me, Sir," Mac muttered, as he turned to look at the boxes, only to have Hawkes and Stella smirk. "What?"
"Oh, just admit it, Mac," Stella said, as she came up to take the drugs from him. "You like being called Sir."
"Yeah, I'm sure." Mac then turned to look at the other boxes. "Come on, you two. We got more boxes to go through."
"Yes, Sir," they responded, as they came up to his side.
"Oh, don't start with me."
"Wouldn't think of it, Sir."
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Stan jumped when the door opened and Flack, Danny, and Lindsay walked into the room. "Oh, not you again," he muttered, as he looked up at them.
"What's the matter, Stan?" Danny asked, as he looked over at him. "Got freaked out by a couple of eyes? Or so I heard."
"That was a wicked trick that you guys pulled," Stan muttered, as he looked over at them. "Even for cops."
"We're sorry, Stan," Lindsay said, as she looked over at him. "But right now, I don't have all that nice feelings for you."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Luv. I know I should have treated you better. Not have stabbed you."
"Yeah, pretty much." She then looked over at the others. "So where can we find your friends?"
"Friends? Like who?"
"Your buddy Dylan for starters."
"Dylan, who's he?"
"You mention him before." Lindsay came up to sit on the table in front of him and he stared up at her. "He shot you. Remember?"
"Oh, right. How can I forgot that?" He then looked up at her again. "So how's your side, Luv?"
"It's been better." Lindsay looked down at him. "Where can we find this Dylan?"
"If I give you his address, will you let me out of here?"
"No," all three replied, as they looked over at him. "Because there are four others we need."
"Ah, I see how you guys think." Stan peeked his hands together and looked up at her. "Okay, I'll give you Dylan's address, then work with you about the others."
"Sounds fair." Lindsay leaned forward and grabbed a hold of Stan's shirt. "You cheat us, and I'll make sure, you're gonna pay." Danny and Flack shared an look, as she released his shirt and handed him a pad of paper and a pen. "Okay, his address." Stan wrote down an address. "Thank you Stan." Then she left the room.
"We're going to go with her, Stan," Danny said, as he and Flack left the room, and caught up with Lindsay. "Nice job getting the address from him, Linds." She shot them both a smile, as she stopped and face them. "So, we gonna go see Dylan, Detective Flack?"
"That's what I was thinking," Flack mused as he looked over at them. "That is if you guys want to come along. Or if you prefer to go back to the lab and go back to all that evidence."
"We're coming with you," Danny replied, as he grabbed onto Lindsay's elbow as she turned to face the lab, and turned her to towards the elevator. "We need to see who really got the upper hand on Stan and shot him, since it seems that we're not the only ones who want to do it."
"That is true." They headed for the elevator and got in. "He just has that way around him."
"Yeah, he does," Lindsay muttered. "His own mother probably would want to shoot him." That got both men to softly chuckle, as the elevator doors opened to the lobby floor and they walked out. "He just thinks he so much better than he really is."
"Yeah, well most bad guys think that they are," Flack replied, as they headed out towards the street. "Okay, let's go find this Dylan. Too bad he didn't give us a complete name. Then we could have run a sheet on him."
"It's probably because I don't think Stan knew him all that much." Outside the sun was blaring and Lindsay squinted against it's harsh glare. "So where does this Dylan live?"
"Surprisingly not far from here," Flack muttered, as he looked around. "Come on." They then headed off toward Dylan's apartment.
TBC
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