Correction was made: I reviewer was kind enough to inform me of my mistake in chapter one. It is fixed.

Disclaimer: Do not own the following shows; JAG/NCIS belongs to DPB, Don P. Bellisario Productions; CBS, Paramount, etc; Stargate SG1 belongs to Sci-Fi Channel, Showtime, Paramount, etc.; CSI New York and CSI Miami belong to Jerry Bruckheimer Television, CBS Productions and Paramount, etc.

A/U: In this story I have Sheldon Hawkes as reservist in the Navy as Lieutenant Commander in the Navy. With the reservist now serving our country, I thought this would be a perfect place to put him.

NOTES: DOD= Department of the Defense

HS= Homeland Security

CO= Commanding Officer

Chapter Two

As he quietly walked into the infirmary Sheldon watched the hustle and bustle of the medical staff as they prepared for surgery that was going on in the next room. He knew that he could make the phone call in Cassie's office. He also knew that she would insist on it. Sheldon walked into Cassie's office closed the hatch and immediately sat down in her office chair with fatigue and worry radiating from his body. He put his folded hands on her desk in front of him and prayed for strength. He then picked up the phone, "I need to make a ship to shore call to Detective Mac Taylor, New York Police Department Crime Lab."

Sheldon put his head in his hand as he listened to the connection on the phone.

New York Police Department, Crime Lab

Standing in front of his office, Mac answered the phone after a couple of rings, "Taylor"

"Mac it's Sheldon"

Mac sat down in his office chair and held onto the phone like a lifeline. Ever since Sheldon had been called up, he was hoping not to get the dreaded next of kin phone call from the Navy Chaplain. Mac could hear fatigue in Sheldon's voice. "Shel, what's going on?"

Back on the Seahawk, Sheldon was trying to calm his breathing down or he was going to have a panic attack, which involved stress when he was overly worried over something or someone either on the boat or in the crime lab. "I need you to get a hold of Horatio Caine in Miami. His son Kyle was on the medical chopper that landed not twenty minutes ago. He has multiple injuries. Cassie will know more when she's done. She is with him right now. I had to remove myself because I recognized him when he was carried off the chopper."

Danny walked into Mac's office when he overheard Mac's conversation on the phone. He also noticed the way Mac was holding the receiver of the phone. His knuckles were white and his hand was gripping the headset. He decided to stay, so took a seat and waited until Mac was done.

"Alright Shel….I will call him…..keep your head up and watch your back…..talk to you soon," then Mac hung up put his elbows on his desk and then dropped his head in his hands.

"Mac?" Danny asked quietly with his Staten Island accent showing through like it always did.

Mac looked up then to see Danny in one of his office chairs. He relaxed a little as he replied to Danny's question, "Kyle Harmon is in the infirmary on the Seahawk."

"Aren't they out in the Med?"

Mac nodded his head; "I need to get a hold of Lieutenant Caine in Miami."

Danny nodded his head as a way of understanding, "What do you want us to do?"

"Have Jo be in charge while I head down to Miami. You guys need to do your jobs and help Jo if she needs it."

"You got it Mac. How are you going to go down there?"

Mac smirked for the first time since the phone call, "Call in a favor or two. Now down to business, do you want something?"

"Yeah our perp is leaving us clues," Danny said as a he handed Mac the printout from trace.

Mac looked at the printout with a frown to seriousness to eyes widening in horror.

"What's wrong Mac?" Danny asked as he watched Mac grab his coat jacket off of the back of his chair.

"Who else knows about this?"

"Jo, Lindsay, Hawkes and myself."

Mac took a deep breath. Ever since Stella headed to Louisiana, a few months ago, then dealing with Shane Casey, the stress level had been almost doubled, "Ron Saris is back."

Danny's eyes widened, "Isn't that the guy who was supplying guns down in Miami?"

"He is also Kyle's step-dad."

Danny let out a low whistle, "Do you think he was trying…"

Mac nodded his head, his answer to Danny's question, "The only way to know for sure is to go to Miami and talk to Caine. I need all of you to watch your backs."

Danny nodded his head as he looked into Mac's eyes. He noticed that they were steady and confident, back to being the boss they all knew and loved. He knew the friend was from when Mac was in the Marines, "Take care and we will see you when you get back."

"Will do," Mac said as he then headed toward the elevator and then on to JFK airport.