A/N: I just kinda had to reply to one of the reviews. The conductor who got shot in the leg isn't the killer in Risk. The killer was on the train before Danny's, and the one who got shot is the one who was on the same train as Danny was in Risk, when he barged into the conductor's cabin and smashed the emergency breaks. They're two different people. Now that I've got that straight, let's get on with the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

They had them. They finally had them. Flack wanted to do a little dance of victory but Hawkes was still asleep not far away. Mac and Stella decided that he had to sleep a while longer and Flack wasn't about to argue with them. So when Fido decided to go over to the sleeping CSI and attempt to lick his face, Flack was obliged to lead him away. "Don't bother Hawkes now, all right boy?" Fido barked once and then licked Flack in the face.

"Flack, stop playing with your dog and get over here." Stella said. "So it's agreed then? We'll question these three people separately."

"Tell me again why we can skip Rob Bolden and Alan Prince for the moment?" Flack asked.

"Terry Chester hasn't gone on total defensive yet. We might still pry something out of him. We've already caught Scott, so maybe we can get him to give up his buddies. As for the last guy," Stella smiled, "I really want to see his face fall apart when we bust him on this."

"He's a slippery customer. I'll take care of him." Mac said firmly. "Rob Bolden and Alan Prince are still sticking to their stories like glue but once we get the other three to confess, they should be easy. Flack already spoke with Terry Chester once so he'll do it again. That leaves Scott to you Stella."

The three detectives started to leave the room when Flack remembered Terry Chester was allergic. He knelt down to Fido's level. "Now Fido, you're going to stay here and look after Hawkes, all right? Don't wake him up." Fido answered with a slobbery lick to Flack's face again. Flack chuckled slightly and left the dog to stand guard over Hawkes while the CSI slept.

James Gallaghan sat alone in the interrogation room, his self-satisfied smirk on his face as Mac Taylor entered. The man was as insufferable as ever and Mac was looking forward to wiping that hateful smirk off his face.

"Detective Taylor," James greeted. "Have you come to talk a deal regarding my client, Mr. Brown?"

"Quite the contrary Mr. Gallaghan. You see, new evidence has come to light, evidence that concerns you." Mac laid a photo on the table, the best surveillance photo they had of the fifth and last kidnapper. "You look very different without all that oil in your hair but that is you, isn't it?"

The smile faltered but it didn't disappear. "Detective, I thought we were over this already." James said smoothly. "Those surveillance pictures you have are just no good. That could be anyone who even vaguely resembles me. Is this the new tactic of the NYPD? If you can't get your man, you get his lawyer?"

"You went to high school with all three of your clients, didn't you, as well as a Terry Chester?"

"Yes, I did. We didn't keep in touch after graduation though. We only met up again at a high school reunion a couple of years ago." James' smile grew wider. "That's when I gave them my card and told them to give me a call if they ever get into any trouble with the law. I told them that I'd only charge them half-price but I fail to see where this is going Detective."

"I just think it's a pretty interesting coincidence that all five of the people we see here just happened to look like the five of you." Mac said.

"That's all it is, a coincidence."

"It seems there are a lot of coincidences in this case, like Rob Bolden and Alan Prince just happening to be at the scene after two of my detectives were abducted and just happened to find the trash bin where the detectives' things were dumped. They then left the scene, just happening to miss the officers and paramedics who were rushing to the scene."

"They have some luck, don't they?"

"Don't try me, Mr. Gallaghan. I'm not interested in how you people did it. I want to find my two missing detectives before something happens to them and right now, you people are all I got." Mac said fiercely, putting his hands on the table.

"I have no idea what you're talking about Detective. I'm just helping out a couple of friends who regularly get themselves in trouble. You know with records like theirs, they get into trouble whether they're really at fault or not."

"So you're just doing your job as a friend to make sure they stay out of trouble?" Mac was skeptical.

"That and the fact that they have wide connections. My clientele grows every day." James leaned forward on the table. "So unless you have something more on me than a lousy surveillance picture, I'm walking free." He started to stand up but Mac wasn't done with him. He hadn't even revealed his ace yet.

"Can I see your hands please?"

James froze halfway out of the chair. "Excuse me?"

"Your hands, Mr. Gallaghan," Mac said, "Specifically, the back of your right hand."

Reluctantly, the man held out his hand and just as Mac suspected, there were a couple of cuts across his knuckles. "That, Mr. Gallaghan, is a fightbite. You get it when you punch someone in the mouth and their teeth cut your fingers. Also, the other cuts are consistent with glass cuts. Detective Messer's glasses were found broken at the scene and I not only found prints on it, I also found blood. I'm curious to see if it matches yours, aren't you?"

James smiled tightly. "Nice try Detective Taylor, but I don't wish to give you anything. You're going to need a warrant and you can't get one based on school history and a lousy surveillance picture."

"No, but I can get one based on ballistics results." Now it was Mac's turn to smirk mirthlessly. "The bullet pulled from the conductor's leg matches a bullet fired in self-defense several years ago. The gun that bullet came from is registered to you Mr. Gallaghan."

That hateful smirk vanished entirely. "Hey now wait a minute. I thought I misplaced that gun years ago. You can't pin this on me."

"It's your gun, and it's enough to put suspicion on you." Mac said, "And I ran a check on your bank account. Just last night, a fairly large sum of money was deposited into your account. You're holding the money for your buddies, aren't you?" Mac watched as the man struggled wildly to find some excuse to wriggle out of this. It was no small sense of triumph as the man finally cracked under Mac's stern gaze that filled the former Marine. He was caught.

"This has nothing to do with Jimmy." Scott protested. "I…I stole that gun from him not long after our reunion. I'm not allowed to have a gun so I stole it from him."

"You're a real loyal friend, you know that?" Stella commented, "But too bad, we've got more than just a gun that's been traced to him. We've also found out that a lot of money was put in his bank account last night…in the middle of the night. That strikes us as just a little suspicious, don't you think?"

Scott was silent.

"In any case Scott, your lawyer is now a suspect in this case so you'd better find another one." Stella said. "Right now, my partner is questioning him and you have my word that he is very good. James Gallaghan has probably spilled the beans already. If I know Mac, he might even be able to get him to confessing about a test he cheated on back in the fourth grade."

Scott muttered something intelligible.

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

"I said that Jimmy wouldn't backstab any of us. He's a good friend. He won't turn us in." Scott repeated fiercely.

"You sure about that?"

"Yes."

"James Gallaghan is a smart man, isn't he?"

"He's the smartest of all of us." Scott said with absolute certainty and without any hesitation whatsoever. Stella almost felt pity for this man. He really trusted James Gallaghan and he'd probably been used by him for years now. "That's why he's a lawyer instead of a street thug like the rest of us, working odd jobs just to make ends meet."

"And any lawyer can tell you that the smartest thing to do once the cops have evidence against you is to cut a deal, especially if you have accomplices." Stella told him. "I'm sure that right now, he's making a deal with my partner to bring the rest of you down with him. And once he makes that deal, your statement won't be worth much anymore. It'll only work if you rat him out before he does the same to you." She sat across him and stared right into his eyes. "So what'll it be Scott?"

Scott struggled with himself, a conflict of emotions flickering across his features. Stella could wait. It'd only be a matter of time before he cracked and even if he didn't, she knew Mac could make the lawyer talk. One way or another, they were getting answers. Hold on Lindsay…You too Danny…We're coming for you…

"I'd figured sooner or later this day would come." Terry Chester said lazily. He was still in the waiting room, sitting in a chair across from where Flack was. "I mean, I'm not as thick as Scottie is, nor am I as trusting. Once he was caught, Jimmy would sell us out. I knew it would happen sooner or later."

"So you'll tell me what happened?"

"Bite him before he bites me, isn't that right?" Terry said with a smile. "The truth is, all of this is Jimmy's idea. It's been his operation from the start. The people who hire us all go to him and he tells us what to do. This time was no different. Someone seemed to have put a price out on Detective Messer's head. There was no particular deadline so Jimmy didn't think of it until he saw him on the train. He pointed him out to us and we took care of him the way we usually do. Everything was doing just fine until that lady detective showed up outta nowhere."

Flack nodded. That was consistent with all their theories so far. Terry continued on to narrate what had happened and Flack wasn't particularly surprised to find that all the evidence had been correct. If there was anything he learned from working with the CSIs was that evidence could be amazingly accurate. What he did find out though, was that it was Terry who had dived under the seats and fired a shot at Lindsay.

"Here, this was the jacket I was wearing last night." Terry almost casually handed the jacket to Flack. "I know you guys can test it for gunshot residue or something like that. It should confirm my story."

This was a gesture that surprised Flack. Not many suspects actually provided evidence by choice. "You do know that you're selling out the rest of your buddies by doing this."

"Jimmy deserves it. I have no doubt he's doing the same thing right now." Terry said, "He was the one that shot the conductor and fired the first shot when the detective was still just sitting there. Al and Rob will understand. They ain't stupid. About the only one who will be mad at me will be Scottie." He sighed heavily at that. "That'll be my only regret. Scottie's a good guy, a bit slow sometimes but he's always trusted the rest of us without question. If things were a little different for him, he wouldn't even be one of us at all."

"One of my colleagues is questioning Scott right now." Flack said absently.

"I wish him all the luck in the world but I don't think Scott will talk. You can try Al and Rob though. They'd be more than happy to help you build a case against Jimmy. We all saw this coming."

"Right now, I'm more interested in what did you people do to two of my friends." Flack said flatly. "They've been missing for almost a full day already or didn't you notice?"

"Oh right," Terry sat back in his chair once more. "So after we left the station with the detectives, we took them to Scott's apartment. It was the closest one. That's when Jimmy contacted the people who had put out a price for Detective Messer."

"I called the people who put out the money." James Gallaghan was telling Mac. "I always take care of the transactions. I have a clean record, plus I'm smarter. The guys trust me to handle it all. Once things die down, I give them their cuts."

"With a little extra for yourself." Mac guessed.

"Of course, I'm the one who's taking all the risks. They're just doing the muscle work." James smirked. "They get a reasonable amount though, I make sure of that. Gotta keep 'em happy after all."

"So what happened?"

"We were told to bring them to someplace near Central Park. We brought the girl along in case she woke up and made a racket."

"Did you get a name?"

"Are you kidding? We're lucky if our employer even shows us his face. Which idiot would give out his name to people who hire themselves out?" James chuckled. Now that he was busted, all the beans were just spilling out. He'd asked Mac to do what he could for a lighter sentence. Mac didn't exactly make that promise but he said he would try. However, if the other four were against him, there would be nothing Mac could do.

"We met with two guys at the appointed spot. The smaller guy seemed to be the one in charge. The big guy didn't talk much but we knew better than to go up against him. I mean, his friend was about the same size as me but this guy was a real giant. He had to be like seven feet or something. Anyway, when they saw it really was Messer that we had, he asked how I wanted to be paid. I told him as soon as possible, and loaned him my PDA to transfer money online from his to mine. He paid me extra for the cop's gun too."

"I'll need that PDA." Mac said. Their captors had Danny's gun. That wasn't good. If they did anything with it, bullets would be traced back to Danny.

"I thought so." James sighed and laid it on the table. "Do me a favor and try not to completely destroy my hard drive. There are things on there that I need."

Mac grunted a kind of reply and then asked, "What did you do with Detective Monroe?"

"You mean the girl? I wasn't really sure what to do with her. She could identify us and I couldn't risk that. We were agonizing what to do when the guy offered us a price to take her off our hands. I couldn't be more relieved. I got to make more money and got her away from us. As far as I know, they're still together."

Mac didn't know whether to be relieved or worried. On the one hand, Lindsay was probably still with Danny and they could watch each other's backs. Danny was a big boy, he could take care of himself and Lindsay was no lightweight herself. She had tackled many suspects of her own already. But then again, their captors no doubt would use threaten them with each other. Danny was a reckless person at times but if Lindsay was around, he might not dare to act rashly. Whether that was a good thing was another question to be debated.

"Do you have any idea at all where they went?"

"They said they were getting out of the city before you people had a chance to close all the roads. If it helps, they were driving a black covered truck. They dumped the detectives in the back and then took off."

"You didn't get to see the license plates?"

"I wasn't really paying attention." James said flippantly. He leaned forward on the table, his eyes serious. "That's all I've got Detective. What do you say? Enough for you?"

Mac grunted again, "I'll speak to the DA about it."

Hawkes was awakened by a wet nose poking somewhere between his chest and his neck. He was alarmed to find a big dog snuffling up against him and he sat bolt upright in the couch he had been sleeping in. Hawkes looked around him. He was in the lab. Why was he in the lab again?

And then everything came back to him. Getting rudely wakened by Mac's urgent call and then staying up all night and enduring a terrible hangover, trying to find out what had happened to his friends. He remembered Stella nearly ordering him to take a nap and he remembered that he only agreed to sleep for a few hours. As Hawkes glanced at his watch, he realized he had been sleeping for more than 'a few hours'. It was already late at night…or early morning, whichever he preferred. Lindsay and Danny had been missing for twenty-four hours now.

"Hey Fido," Hawkes remembered the name of Flack's new dog and patted the canine on the head. "Where's Flack? Have they found Lindsay and Danny yet?" It didn't particularly occur to him that the dog had never met Lindsay or Danny before and probably had no idea what Hawkes was talking about.

But Fido seemed to understand perfectly and started tugging at Hawke's shirt toward the door. "All right, I'll come with you. I'm not getting anything done just staying here anyway." Hawkes chuckled and followed the dog who seemed to be taking pride in leading the CSI around the lab. Maybe Flack's evil streak was contagious or something. Fido actually seemed to be having fun leading Hawkes everywhere that the rest of the team wasn't.

"Fido, do you think I need all this exercise?" Hawkes demanded after walking for what seemed to be about the third or fourth lap around the lab. "I want to find Flack, not go on…Hey!" Fido suddenly bolted for the elevators and Hawkes had to run to catch up with him.

The elevator doors opened and Flack had barely stepped out of it when he was tackled backwards by a big dog that was furiously licking at his face. Hawkes caught up with Fido and joined in the laughing with Stella. Even Mac was chuckling slightly. "I swear, that dog has a sixth sense when it comes to you." Hawkes joked.

"Hawkes, you're looking better." Mac noted, looking him over carefully.

"I feel a lot better but did you really have to let me sleep so long?" Hawkes asked, a bit hurt. "Where are we on the case?"

The three detectives exchanged a look. "We haven't found Lindsay and Danny yet but we've got some pretty good leads." Flack said as he stood up, and then held up the bags containing Terry Chester's jacket as well as James Gallaghan's PDA. "And we've even got some new evidence."

"How about the two of you go grab a coffee and you fill him in Flack?" Stella suggested. "We'll take care of processing these things."

"No way," Hawkes took the evidence bags from Flack before Stella could. He took a close look at Stella's face. "The make-up job was pretty good but you're tired too. I didn't notice it before but it's pretty obvious now."

Mac also looked closely at Stella. "Why didn't you just tell me Stella?" He shook his head, "Hawkes and I can process the evidence while you and Flack try to catch a few hours of sleep. I'll fill him in at the same time."

"But Mac," Flack started to object too.

"But nothing. You've all been up for more than twenty four hours and working hard on this case. You're human and you need your rest. I'll make sure we wake you up if anything important comes up." Mac said firmly.

Stella narrowed her eyes at Mac. "You've been up for at least as long as we have Mac. You're human too in case you haven't noticed."

"I took a few minutes to rest while waiting for the DNA and fingerprints results." Mac said.

"Bullshit." Stella said, "You never sleep if a case is this important. Don't try and lie to me Mac Taylor. I know you better than most people. If I need to take a nap, then so do you." The two of them glared at each other and Hawkes and Flack were starting to feel a little apprehensive about the silent tension. Hawkes felt a slight tugging at the evidence bags in his hand and he was horrified to find Fido had the bags in his teeth.

"Flack!" Hawkes pulled at the bags and out of the dog's reach. Fido jumped up to try and nip at it again and Flack frantically tried to catch the dog in mid-air.

"Bad Fido!" Flack scolded, chasing the dog who was chasing Hawkes. The whole scene was so ridiculous that Stella collapsed into a laughing fit and Mac chuckled along. Flack finally caught Fido and the two younger men looked sheepishly at the older CSIs.

"Er…" Flack began hesitatingly, "How about this? We all tell Hawkes what happened and let him follow the leads. We can all catch a few extra Zs, and I'm sure he'll wake us up if he thinks he has something."

Now it was Hawkes' turn to glare at the taller man. "Great, just dump all the jobs on me. Is that what you're saying?"

"Well you can handle it, can't you?"

Hawkes held his innocent blue-eyed gaze for a while longer and then he sighed. "All right. I'll do it. So what's been happening that I need to know about?"

Er…just to clarify things here. I heard that you can do online banking with PDAs and stuff like that. I'm not sure if it's actually done but that's how it happened in this story, okay? So that's it for this chapter. Thanks to all my reviewers!