Author's Note: Sorry for the long wait, I'm having a devil (uh, no pun intended) of a time writing the conclusion to this story. Many thanks to those who are sticking with me.

For the next couple chapters, I took some creative liberty with vampire myth and legend, sort of fused a couple different things together. Hopefully it works out.

Disclaimer:I don't own the characters of CSI:NY they are the property of Anthony Zuiker and CBS. I do not own the characters of Supernatural, they belong to Eric Kripke.

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Chapter Eleven: The Game Plan

Danny Messer was fuming. He had just put in a call to Stella, telling her that Mac, Flack and the two brothers were waiting on her to bring backup to Darkness Falls. Flack had no problem getting a warrant from Captain Gerrard, just simply stating that a detective was in trouble, leaving out any mention of vampires, which he still thought was a load of bunk.

And now, here he sat. Flack and the others were a few feet away. Dean Winchester was giving them a crash course in vampire slaying. Danny could only catch snippets of the conversation, but it seemed like beheading and silver would do the trick.

Not that it mattered. Because Danny wasn't allowed to go with them. He was just supposed to sit there. Sit there and do nothing.

So here he was. Fuming.

A black Chevy Avalanche pulled up. Stella Bonasera climbed out, followed by a couple of squad cars with the lights and sirens off. Danny recognized one of the officers as a Jack something from the Gimatto case. Jack noticed him too, and offered a small wave. Danny only nodded.

"So you get this, then?" Dean said. He rolled his eyes when he saw the new arrivals. "I gotta repeat myself now? You couldn't have waited until everyone was here before I started talking?"

"You started talking before everyone got here," Flack corrected him.

Despite the situation, Sam had to side with the detective. "He's got a point, Dean," he said.

"You're siding with them, Sammy?" Dean said.

"It's Sam," Sam stressed for the umpteenth time. "And we're all on the same side right now."

Dean shook his head. "Yeah. I'm standing here with two scientists, a five-oh and a bunch of donut eating cops. Definitely in the same league."

"How about you shut your trap and explain how the hell we get our people back?" Flack growled.

To his surprise, Dean smiled. "I like you. We'll get along just fine." He nodded to Stella and the others. "Okay. Here's how it goes down.

"Most of what you know about vampires is true. They need blood to stay alive, and it seriously ruins their day if you douse 'em with holy water. But wooden stakes will only piss them off. It's a myth."

"So what does take them out?" Stella Bonasera said.

Dean grinned. Sam could tell he was about to say something sly about taking things "out", but Stella was ready. "Don't even, little man."

Flack snorted. Dean glared at him. "Anyway, basically what'll do it is beheading. Cut off the head, the body dies, you know the old saying. Direct shot to the heart with silver will do it, too. Don't miss."

"I thought silver was werewolves?" Danny spoke up.

"Them too. Silver's rough with anything. Shapeshifters especially," Sam spoke up with a glance cast at Dean.

Dean rubbed his hands together. "Uh, yeah. Okay. Anyway, Sam and I have got the ammunition-"

"How about you get back to the part where the world's supposed to end?" Mac Taylor spoke up.

Dean opened his mouth to say something sarcastic, but one stone-cold glance from Mac, and he decided against it. "Right. That part."

"Here's the thing," Sam said, jumping in before his brother. "These particular vampires are descended from a long line. Ancient. Pretty much right up to the very first vampire there ever was. Uh, anyway, the very first of their kind was sent to Hell, sort of ala Buffy, without the romantic interlude."

"That would be the part your rewound over and over," Dean snarked to Flack.

"I'm still in the mood to shoot you," Flack responded.

"Anyway," Stella prompted, shaking her head at the homicide detective.

Sam smiled. "Okay. Basically, it takes three victims to get him out of Hell. Three people's blood. That opens the gateway. And when Caleph gets out-"

"Caleph?" Stella asked.

Dean clarified, "That'd be the ultimate bad ass."

"Got it."

"When he gets out, the first thing he needs is a live sacrifice." Dean said.

"I think what I've been seeing is when Caleph gets out," Sam said. "Your partner over there somehow ends up down there for the final act."

It was then that Flack noticed something. "Where did Danny go?"

Everyone looked around. Danny was nowhere to be seen.

"You don't think-" Stella began.

Mac nodded. "He's stubborn as hell."

Dean said, "You're gonna be right about that last part."

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Danny remembered where to find the entrance of the basement to Darkness Falls from his previous trip. He had left the group right around the discussion of who Caleph was, and what happened when you brought him back. It was driving him insane. I got Lindsay into this mess with those stupid visions, he thought to himself. And I'm not going to just stand around and wait. It had been easy enough to sneak past the bouncer at the front gate. Now, he was standing in the club, hoping nobody recognized him from the other night.

"What are you doing here?" Spike asked.

Danny turned. "The girl I came in with the other night, you seen her?"

Spike shook her head. "Nah. Can't say I have."

Danny so didn't have time for this. "Listen to me, damn it," he growled, grabbing her by the arm and pinning her to the wall, "My partner is in a hell of a lot of trouble. I have a feeling you know about what's going down. You don't tell me, I happen to know that you really don't like silver. In fact," Danny slid his shirt sleeve up and popped off his .998 silver watch, the one he'd gotten from Lindsay for a three month anniversary present, "I'm betting it'll hurt like hell." He waved it in front of her. "Should we see what this'll do?" He moved it toward her arm. He barely touched the skin, and Spike bit her tongue in pain.

"Fine!" Spike groaned. She nodded to the stairs. "Down there. It's happening down there."

Danny nodded. "Good. Get the hell out of here." He shoved her away, and turned to go down the stairs, drawing his gun.

Something sharp stuck into his side. "You know that's not gonna do you any good, right?" Spike hissed in his ear. She dug the small knife into his side. "Give me the gun," she whispered.

Danny let her take it from him. She pushed him forward. "Let's go. Get moving."

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Lindsay sat against the far wall. Her hands had been tied behind her back, and they'd found her gun. She'd watched them move things around, asking if something was in the right place, or if something had to go somewhere else. Finally, Dalon Gareth nodded. "It's time."

Someone opened the door of the broom closet near the stairs. One of the vampires pulled a terrified Mariah Banks up. Her hair was disheveled, and her clothes were torn, but aside from being scared out of her mind, she seemed okay. Her eyes drifted over to Lindsay. "Oh, God!" she cried, recognizing the detective. "Please help me!"

"It's gonna be fine, Mariah. There's people coming to get us, it'll be okay," Lindsay told her, earning a slap across her face from the vampire standing near her.

"You're ruining the moment," he barked.

"Bite me," Lindsay bit back, then paused to consider if that was such a good comeback. Lucky for her, the guy didn't take her seriously.

Dalon forced Mariah to sit on the altar, and then he laid her back. One of the vampires brought an IV setup and another of the big black bowls.

Lindsay couldn't bear to watch. A few moments later, one of the vampires lay Mariah Banks's body aside. Then, taking the three bowls, they proceeded to dip their fingers in the red liquid and painted what amounted to a doorway on the brick wall of the club. Lindsay hung her head. She'd let Mariah down. She'd promised her nothing would happen to her. Guilt wracked her body.

Dalon smiled, noting her pain. "It's almost time," he said.

"Daddy!" a voice rang out.

Lindsay looked up to see Spike standing in the door. She was holding onto someone…someone who looked an awful lot like-

"Danny!"

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