I lied:)

Mac knocked again on the door to Danny's apartment, still getting no response. His concern was shared by Lindsay who knew that Danny would not leave without giving some kind of notice. She heard Mac mutter a curse as he pulled out his copy of the teams key, searching for the right one. He glanced at her apprehensively as he unlocked the door and pushed it open.

"Danny?" No response.They could see his keys were in a bowl on a table just left of the door, his jacket slung over the back of a chair, a a smashed coffee mug on the floor. "Danny!" Mac called out as he drew his gun, motioning for Lindsay to follow suit. They cautiously stepped out the hall into the living room and stopped in their tracks. A tall shelf occupying a good portion of the south wall was broken, as if someone had been pushed into. Books and paintings were stewn on the floor and the couch was tipped onto its back.

"Call the others," Mac told Lindsay, his voice on edge,"I want every one working on this." Lindsay wasted no time.

Half an hour later Stella, Hawkes and Flack had arrived and were staring at the mess, praying that their friend was safe. Mac and Lindsay were carefully picking through the books and papers, trying to piece together what happened.

"Hey, I think I found something," Lindsay had noticed an odd glare underneath the papers, proving to be a video camera. Red and blue flames raced away from the lens, obviously a custom job.

"That's Danny's," Flack offered, "I think he said one of his friends borrowed it.

"Looks like it fell of the table. Maybe theres something on it." Stella said hopefully.

"We won't know until we get it back to the lab. Hawkes, you're on it."

"Got it, Mac," Hawkes carefully took the camera from Lindsay and placed it in an evidence bag, "I'll call if I find anything." He walked out just before Flack entered.

"Neighbors said they heard a commotion last night but it didn't last too long. About fifteen minutes later Danny left some guy. The little, old lady across the hall said it looked like Danny was drunk."

"Or drugged." Mac had just found an empty syringe near the kitchen counter.

Stella, who had been processing the broken shelf, called out, "I got blood! It's too high up to be Danny's, maybe the attacker?"

Mac nodded and turned to the couch, something catching his eye. It was a long, bloody, broken chain. Carefully picking it up, he sworewhen he saw what was dangling from it. It was a St Christopher pendant, a small silver crucifix and two silver wedding rings. It was Danny's chain, the one that he always wore.

CSI;NY

Back in the lab Hawkes was watching the contents of the video camera. He smiled at Danny's antics in the park and laughed when he trip over a dog. It was just Danny having a good time with his friends;a tall man with black hair, blue eyes and fair skin and a young woman with short, dark brown hair dark green eyes and tanned skin. The way they acted showed that they had known each other for a long time; they probably grew up together. Just as the two man started a mock sword fight with sticks the scene changed to Danny's appartment. It was tilted as if it had accidentally been turned on when someone set it down. Hawkes watched as Danny tossed his coat on the back of a chair and turn into the kitchen. A few minutes later there was a knock at the door,he went toanswer itand Hawkes heard Danny ask, "Can I help you with something?" A deep, shaking voice said, "I need some help finding my son. He said I could trust you." "Who's your son?" "Ian." "I'm sorry, I don't any Ian." The man chocked out, "Please! He said you could help! You're the only one I can turn to." There was a moments hesitation, then Danny said, "Why don't you tell me what happened."

There was the sound of a door closing and the man stepped into view following Danny. Hawkes could barely hear the man whisper, "I'm sorry, son" as he grabbed the back of Danny neck and pulled out a syringe. Danny twisted, his chain breaking, and slammed the guy backwards into the shelf. The camera fell and the screen fuzzed over for a second, but when it cleared Hawkes watched in horror as Danny stumbeled back ripping the syringe out of his neck and throwing it away. He grabbed the back of the couch for support but fell, knocking it over. The man leaned down over Danny, checking his pulse. Then he took Danny by the arms and pulled him to his feet, supporting him as he walked back past the camera. The door opened then closed. And everything was silent.

Hawkes was dumbstuck. The very thought of someone taking Danny out so easily was inconcievable. Pulling himself together, he called Mac.

"You're gonna want to see this."

Ohhh, what's gonna happen.

Really, cause I have no idea.

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