Notes: Again I don't own CSI, but I love to play with them. From what I could find not a lot is actually known about Flack's family, so I get to decide what I want! I've also made up a couple of Detectives. Hope you enjoy it. Boring meeting at work on Tuesday should make my next chapter longer! Hey, please review…it does the ego good.
Processing the scene didn't take long with four CSIs working it. Lindsey had lifted several fingerprints from the back door and Danny had bagged the broken board, swabbed the total of four blood drops they had located, plus photographed and scraped up some of the substance found on the concrete by Mac. Stella worked with Mac, combing over the area outside looking for additional clues. So far they had the cigarette butt and a partial tire print left by a vehicle that had driven through a muddy pothole.
Finding nothing additional, Mac called the group together for a quick meeting. "Danny, you and Stella head back in and start running this stuff. I want to know for sure that it's Flack's blood. Lindsey, head back to the apartment and finish up. Make sure to have a uniform with you. I don't want any surprises if Walker ends up returning home and finding you."
Danny shifted nervously, "Um, Mac. I know that word travels pretty fast, but shouldn't someone talk with Flack's parents?"
Mac nodded, "Yes, I'm going to call them on my way back in." He looked at the worried faces. "Remember, if the guy took Flack, he's got nothing to gain by killing him; he could have done that here."
His concern gave way to anger; Danny's eyes were shooting sparks as he stepped toward Mac. "Kidnapping is already getting him life. Why should he let a murder rap worry him? It's been over three hours and we know no more about what happened then when we started. Everything we've done will only help if we get this guy to court!"
Refusing to let Danny pull him into an emotional exchange, Mac leveled his gaze directly at Danny. "Remember, there are a lot of others out there looking. Detectives Steele and Mitchell are running what leads they've got on Walker. We can help best by getting them what we can from this scene. I'm not going to tell you again Danny, if you can't separate yourself from this, we need to get someone else in." Watching Danny for a reply and getting none, Mac turned and walked over to the uniformed officers standing by the door. Lindsey grabbed her gear and with a quick goodbye hurried out.
Danny bent down to his field case and slammed the lid shut. Stella put a hand on his shoulder, but Danny shrugged it off as he stood. With his voice breaking slightly he addressed Stella. "Damn it Stella, we've got to do something. Flack," he trailed off as he looked at Stella.
Stella's face was awash with emotions, something that rarely happened. Growing up in an orphanage had taught Stella to keep her emotions in check; to make her face a neutral mask. But now worry and guilt played around her angular features.
Danny's face softened, "Stella, hey. I'm sorry. I just," he hesitated. "I'm worried."
Stella's voice shook, "It's my fault Danny. I couldn't give him back up. If I had been there he wouldn't be missing."
Grabbing her shoulders and pulling her into a supportive hug, Danny spoke fiercely. "Stella, we all would have done the same thing. You know that." He pulled back and looked her in the eyes. Knowing he needed to be strong for her sake he tried to put her fears at ease. "Come on, Mac was right. The sooner we can find out more about this bum, the sooner we can get Flack back."
Stella swallowed hard, took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. "Thanks Danny."
Danny winked, trying to keep the tone light. "Ya know, Flack ain't the only sensitive guy around."
Stella smiled. Danny picked up both of their kits and with Stella protesting, carried them to the cars.
" You ok to drive on that ankle?" Danny set the kit in the back of her vehicle.
"Its not a stick shift Danny. The left foot is just along for the ride." Stella slid into the seat, lifting her injured foot in gingerly and pulled the door closed.
Mac made several calls while en route back to the station. One confirmed what Danny had predicted, the office telegraph had been busy and the Flack's were on their way in. Mac had also spoken to Detective Mitchell. Known friends of Walker, including his ex-girlfriend were being sought and questioned. Seemingly everything that could be done was being done.
Donald Flack Senior was a legend among the NYPD. Starting as a beat cop he had risen steadily in the force, becoming one of the youngest captains ever promoted. He had retired in 2000, the city number crunchers looking to cut payroll had pushed for weeding out the veterans on the force. Leaving highly decorated, Flack Sr. had left a legacy that anyone would be hard pressed to surpass.
Mac had met Flack Sr. before and had noticed the only similarity between father and son was their piercing blue eyes. It was those blue eyes, sharp and steely that were now fixed upon Mac.
"Where the hell is my son!"
Donald Flack Jr had made it to a sitting position after several attempts. Now his back was against the brick wall and he was looking at the scene in front of him. A dead man lay in a pool of blood. The problem was he didn't know who the man was, why he was in this place, and the kicker, he wasn't sure who he was.