Disclaimer: I don't, and never ever will, own CSI: NY and its characters. If I did, I probably would be posting new chapters a whole lot sooner.

"Mac, can I talk to you for a moment?"

Mac looked up from his paper covered desk. Pictures of multiple victims showed up everywhere, their eyes empty and faces blank.

"You bet Don. What can I do for you?"

He sat in the chair opposite of Mac. "I was just wondering if you were assisting the feds with their undercover operation. One of the officers' told me-"

"Wait, back up." Mac interrupted. "What operation? I wasn't aware that the FBI was even here."

Don crossed his arms and sighed. "Well they are. You don't have any idea what's going on then?"

"Unfortunately, I don't. I know as much as you do."

Stella choose that moment to knock on the door frame. "Mac, the ballistic report just came in." A worried look was on her face. "You and Don will want to see this."

"We'll continue this conversation another time." Mac said to Don as they followed Stella to the ballistic lab.

"The bullets that killed this gang member have matched a gun in one of our databases. 9mL to be exact." Stella said once they entered the lab.

"That's good, isn't it?" Don asked. "Got the match and you've got the gun. Add those together and you've got a suspect."

"Normally, yes. But not when it comes from a police issue." Stella paused. "And definitely not when the gun is registered to someone who was killed in the line of duty." She turned the computer screen around so the other two detectives could see what was on it.

"The bullets are a match to Angell's gun."

Don shook his head. "No. That's not possible. Jess hasn't……. her gun has been in lockup. It hasn't been used. There's just no way."

"That's what I thought too. But trust me Don; I checked the striation marks and every other test I could think of. All the results came up with the same answer. Those bullets came from Angell's gun."

"I still don't believe you. I put it in lockup myself." Don's hands curled into fists.

"As much as I don't want to believe it either, Don." Mac said. "But evidence doesn't lie."

"I won't believe it!" Don yelled. "How many times do I have to say that there's no way in hell that gun was fired! I said that I personally locked it up myself. It was put there a year ago and hasn't been moved since! I can even prove it!"

Mac put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Alright, we'll go down and see."

The three detectives walked down the middle of one of the aisles. Even though he could count the number of times that he had been here on both hands, Don had memorized the location of where he had placed Jess' weapon.

"This is where I put it." Don reached up and pulled a box clearly marked 'Detective Jessica Angell' from the top shelf. He put eh box on one of the empty tables at the end of the aisle and lifted the lid without much hesitation.

"Where is it?" Don dug though all the papers piled on top on each other. "How could it not be in here?"

"Is something wrong?" Stella asked.

"It's gone. Jess' gun is gone." Don's voice started to break. "That's not possible. I remember putting it in."

"Excuse me." Mac shouted, getting the attention of a uniform that was at the front desk. "Has anyone recently opened this box?"

The uniform shook his head. "No sir, not recently. Though about 7 months ago someone did come in asking about the same box."

Mac raised an eyebrow. "You happen to catch their name?"

"You bet. We have the whole form on file. It's standard procedure to keep all records." He typed on a computer for about a minute when they finally looked up. "Well that's odd. I can't get into the file. The whole thing's classified."

"Hold on a minute. Did you just say that you can't access the file?" Don asked. "But you said a few minutes ago that you could get into it."

"I'm sorry, Detective. But there's no way we can see it."

"Has this ever happened before?" Stella spoke up.

"No ma'am, never. All the other files seem to be accessible except for this one." He leaned back into the chair. "I don't get it. Why would someone not want others to see who took it out?"

Mac scratched at this chin. "What about security tapes? Surely those haven't been tampered with."

After watching a half hours worth of security footage, they finally came upon the correct tape. A few minutes went by without much happening when a woman suddenly appeared on the screen. She walked up to the front desk and slid a paper across to the officer on duty at the time.

Mac paused the footage and pointed at a small black object. "And there's our missing gun."

Don tilted his head to the side. "Can you zoom in on her face?"

Stella looked over at Don. "What is it? Do you know her?"

"I do. And I know where to find her."

Nat Lafontaine was sitting at a table bent over a drawing when she heard the doorbells chime. Setting the pencil down, she stood up and turned around.

"Good afternoon. Welcome to-"Nat began, but then recognized who had walked in. "Well if it isn't Detective Flack. I see you decided to take up my offer."

"Not today. I'd like you to meet Detectives Taylor and Bonasera." Don said, his voice cold.

Nat greeted them with a slight nod. "How can I help you?"

Mac spoke first. "Do you happen to own any guns?"

"Me? Own guns? I have no idea what you're-"

"Oh, but I think you do." Stella cut in. "Have you been to the police department in the last year or so?"

"No." Her answer came a little too quickly. "Listen, I don't know what you're trying to get at."

Mac slapped a photo of Jess' police issue onto the desk between them. "You've lied to us twice. One more strike and you're out."

Nat shrugged. "So maybe I've been there once. But that gun sure isn't the hell mine."

Don banged his fist on the desk, causing Nat to jump. "Look, either you tell us the truth, and I mean the whole truth, here or you can take a ride in a patrol car down to the station and tell it to us there through the bars of an 8x8 cell."

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." Nat's voice barely came above a whisper. Her eyes flicked up and widen with fear as she looked out the front window. "I think you should leave."

Stella's head shook. "Not until we get some answers."

"Trust me, you shouldn't be in here. You should go."

Mac turned to Stella. "In a way, she's right. We'll just have to come back with a warrant." They walked to the door. "Don, you coming?"

He waved them off with a hand. "You two go ahead. I still want to talk with Miss Lafontaine."

"You really shouldn't have stayed." Nat started locking the front door and closed all the blinds.

"I know that you know something, you're just not willing to tell." He watched her make her way around the shop. "Why are you so eager to get rid of me? I just met you a few days ago. What could I have possibly done?"

Nat groaned and returned to her spot behind the desk. "Nothing. You did nothing. It's not even about you."

"Then what is it about?"

"Don't you get it? I can't tell you!" Nat yelled, her eyes welling up with tears.

"Why can't-"

Suddenly there was a loud bang and the front window shattered into millions of pieces. Don dove behind the desk as soon as gunshots started ringing throughout the shop.

"Shit, I didn't think that they would be that quick." Nat mumbled as she started to load a gun.

"Didn't think who'd be quick? What's going on?" Don questioned, taking note on the magazine she was fumbling with. He then recognized the gun in her hands. "Where did you get that?" He whispered.

Nat didn't even look towards him. "You have to get out of here now! I can handle this! There's a door over there that leads to the back alley."

"I'm the cop here! I'm not leaving!"

Nat stood up and quickly shot off a few rounds at the source of the guns. "God dammit Don! I'm not asking, I telling! Go!"

He was shocked. "Alright, but the cops are on their way. Just be careful." Don stood up and ran to the backdoor and yanked it open. Looking back, he could see Nat behind the desk, reloading the gun. He shook his head and continued to run until he reached the end of the alleyway. Sirens could be heard in the distance. Don pulled out his phone and started to punch in Mac's number when he stopped.

Don. He thought. She called me Don.

So that is where I'll leave you. Just as a heads up, 'It takes eyes to see', the sequel to 'Fell right into you' is now on hiatus. Before I actually post a new chapter, I always take time to edit whatever may need editing. As I was reading the chapter for the sequel, I noticed that it was indeed very corny and didn't make much sense. So for the next little while, I'll be re-editing and possibly re-writing that chapter. I'll post it whenever I feel it is ready to be put up.

Yeslek. Gasp! Is that spacing I see? Oh wait. Shit, never mind. I thought I got it for once.

I would have said 'Come to the Dark side. We have cookies,' but I ate them all.